Read a poem about living life. Be encouraged by the verses in these living life poems. Find encouragement and inspiration to live life in a meaningful way.
I live for those who love me;
For those I know are true;
For the heaven that smiles above me
And awaits my spirit too;
For all human ties that bind me,
For the task my God assigned me,
For the bright hope left behind me,
And the good that I can do.
I live to learn their story
Who suffered for my sake,
To emulate their glory
And follow in their wake;
Bards, martyrs, patriots, sages,
The nobles of all ages.
Whose deeds crown History's pages
And time's great volume make.
I live to hail the season--
By gifted minds foretold--
When man shall live by reason,
And not alone for gold;
When man to man united,
And every wrong thing righted,
The whole world shall be lighted
As Eden was of old.
I live to hold communion
With all that is divine,
To feel that there is union
'Twixt nature's heart and mine;
To profit by affliction,
Reap truth from fields of fiction,
Grow wiser from conviction,
Fulfilling God's design.
I live for those who love me,
For those who know me true,
For the heaven that smiles above me
And awaits my spirit too;
For the wrongs that need resistance,
For the cause that needs assistance,
For the future in the distance,
And the good that I can do.
Is life worth living? Yes, so long
As spring revives the year,
And hails us with the cuckoo's song,
To show that she is here;
So long as May or April takes
In smiles and tears farewell,
And windflowers dapple all the brakes,
And primroses the dell;
And children in the woodlands yet
Adorn their little laps
With lady's-mock and violet,
And daisy-chain their caps;
While over orchard daffodils
Cloud-shadows float and fleet,
And ouzel pipes and laverock trills,
And young lambs buck and bleat;
So long as that which bursts the bud,
And swells and tunes the rill,
Makes springtime in the maiden's blood -
Life is worth living still.
Life not worth living! Come with me,
Now that through vanishing veil,
Shimmers the dew on lawn and lea,
And milk foams in the pail;
Now that June's sweltering sunlight bathes
With sweat the striplings lithe,
As fall the long, straight, scented swathes
Over the rhythmic scythe;
Now that the throstle never stops
His self-sufficing strain,
And woodbine-trails festoon the copse,
And eglantine the lane;
Now rustic labor seems as sweet
As leisure, and blithe herds
Wend homeward with unweary feet,
Carolling like the birds;
Now all, except the lover's vow,
And nightingale, is still;
Here, in the starlit hour, allow,
Life is worth living still.
Is life worth living? Yes, so long
As there is wrong to right,
Wail of the weak against the strong,
Or tyranny to fight;
Long as there lingers gloom to chase,
Or streaming tear to dry,
One kindred woe, one sorrowing face,
That smiles as we draw nigh;
Long as a tale of anguish swells
The heart and lids grow wet,
And at the sound of Christmas bells
We pardon and forget;
So long as Faith with Freedom reigns
And loyal Hope survives,
And gracious Charity remains
To leaven lowly lives;
While there is one untrodden tract
For Intellect or Will,
And men are free to think and act,
Life is worth living still.
Is life worth living? That depends
Upon the objects, aims and ends.
If through the world we grov'ling go
Seeking things sordid, mean and low,
If arrogating all to self,
The pride of birth, the pomp of pelf.
Scant kindness we to others show -
Is life worth living? No, no, no!
But if, though born in humble sphere,
We try some drooping heart to cheer;
If we the generous impulse know
Of friendship's ever genial glow.
And if all other things above.
We know the joys of mutual love;
In these we all the world possess -
Is life worth living? Yes, yes, yes!
We can only live once; and death's terrors
With life's bowers and roses entwine,
And our lives would be darkened by errors
Did we even, like cats, possess nine!
They would be, perhaps, all of them wasted,
And recklessly squandered away,
And not half of the joys would be tasted
That one life can embrace in a day.
Let the lives that we live be worth living;
Let the days that we spend be well spent;
Let us save for the pleasure of giving,
And not borrow at fifty per cent;
Let us never cease loving and learning,
And use life for its noblest of ends;
Then when dust to its dust is returning,
We shall live in the hearts of our friends.
In the beginning, we find ourselves wishing
For things we feel are missing.
As children grow older our lives change,
We learn to rearrange.
Wishes no longer grant our wants,
We no longer get a response.
But through hard work and determination,
We will find our own salvation.
We will realize life is much more than about getting,
It's about loving, giving, and not quitting.
In order to live, we need to forgive.
And let what's true be heard by all.
We need to let loose, and get our good shoes,
And never be singing the blues.
Wishing no longer shapes my living,
My living shapes my wishing.