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Poet: Unknown What we call Luck Is simply Pluck, And doing things over and over; Courage and will, Perseverance and skill - Are the four leaves of Luck’s clover. Poet: Susan Coolidge As we meet and touch, each day, The many travellers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful ministry; The contact of the soil and seed, Each giving to the other's need, Each helping on the other's best, And blessing, each, as well as blest. Poet: Miriam Brown When I have time so many things I'll do To make life happier and more fair For those whose lives are crowded now with care; I'll help to lift them from their low despair When I have time. When I have time the friend I love so well Shall know no more these weary, toiling days; I'll lead her feet in pleasant paths always And cheer her heart with words of sweetest praise, When I have time. When you have time! The friend you hold so dear May be beyond the reach of all your sweet intent; May never know that you so kindly meant To fill her life with sweet content When you had time. Now is the time! Ah, friend, no longer wait To scatter loving smiles and words of cheer To those around whose lives are now so drear; They may not need you in the coming year-- Now is the time! 
Poet: Edgar A. Guest When you get to know a fellow, know his joys and know his cares, When you’ve come to understand him and the burdens that he bears, When you’ve learned the fight he’s making and the troubles in his way, Then you find that he is different than you thought him yesterday. You find his faults are trivial and there’s not so much to blame In the brother that you jeered at when you only knew his name. You are quick to see the blemish in the distant neighbor’s style, You can point to all his errors and may sneer at him the while, And your prejudices fatten and your hates more violent grow As you talk about the failures of the man you do not know, But when drawn a little closer, and your hands and shoulders touch, You find the traits you hated really don’t amount to much. When you get to know a fellow, know his every mood and whim, You begin to find the texture of the splendid side of him; You begin to understand him, and you cease to scoff and sneer, For with understanding always prejudices disappear. You begin to find his virtues and his faults you cease to tell, For you seldom hate a fellow when you know him very well. When next you start in sneering and your phrases turn to blame, Know more of him you censure than his business and his name; For it’s likely that acquaintance would your prejudice dispel And you’d really come to like him if you knew him very well. When you get to know a fellow and you understand his ways, Then his faults won’t really matter, for you’ll find a lot to praise. Poet Unknown I have to live with myself, and so I want to be for myself to know. Always to look myself straight in the eye, I don't want to stand, with the setting sun And hate myself for the things I’ve done, I want to go out with my head erect; I want to deserve all men’s respect; But here in the struggle for fame and self I want to be able to like myself. I don’t want to look at myself and know That I’m bluster and bluff and empty show I never can fool myself, and so Whatever happens I want to be Self-respecting and conscience free. By Winifred Brachlow At first I used to wish and wish For things I never got. But now I've turned my wishing Into Concentrated Thought; And would you really think it! My wishes all come true; Until I've only one wish left — I wish the same for you. Poet: Robert R. Rivers, ©2020 The old things occurring in the past Oh so painful, you ask, will they last? The times before oft times you wouldn't think But these things, it seems, go by in a blink. Oh, now what shall I think Will I ever be beyond the brink? Will I go on as I have before Or, will I be forever cast ashore? Is there any hope to be seen; Is there happier times to think? Shall I not ever venture forth again, Beyond the shores to make some gain? Do not be full of fear I think, But is this not foolhardy like frothy drink? Oh so sad, I think, that this may be so To never think past my worried woes. It is not, I think, to be so mired In all those things as past desires. I know that life is not so cast That I should think of all things past. For in the morning, does not the sun align, That I might not think of more things to shine? Be not dismayed when I define The world to show is still refined. Now I see far past my pain There is more to life than to abstain. To think that I might not have grasped All that, I want, I saw at last. 
Poet: Byron Pulsifer, ©2020 I've looked and gazed upon the stars For the everlasting wisdom from seminars. I've found the ways and means To seize the pearls that I can glean. There is so much to absorb For wisdom needs to be disrobed. The quest to reach the top Is never something that can be dropped. Upon the day I do shine Without a worry, I feel divine. For wisdom comes throughout the day It is always my great mainstay. For those who doubt that wisdom comes They are those who are held ransom, Because they seem to say I can't find a way, I'm always gray. To those who seek beyond the norm Hold out your hand and join the swarm. Wisdom is not denied you see When you run with hearts of glee. I am not so one to cry I' sure not one to be shy. For wisdom comes to those who quest So never more to settle for less. Poet: Robert R. Rivers, ©2020 Is this not all you deserve, Despite the wants that seem in reserve? Did you not want more things desired But got much less than you aspired? Are we all so set and mired In nothing more than fate desired? Are we to think that no one's empire Is only a dream to be desired? Beyond the hills you so clearly see Many others who grasp better quality. Those things that hearts so clearly see Are for others and not for me. Why should I settle for less than others I must admit I'm feeling smothered. I long for all those things I planned But only get what has not been banned. What fate, then, do I deserve If not like others without reserve. What can I do to change my past So I can grasp and gain at last? So is it not more than my desires That I can change what fate requires? I know what I am able to do I am more than what is taboo. You see, I believe, that windows can open For all those who see great future for certain. It is not fate that casts me down But only destructive thoughts make me drown. 
Poet: Julie Hebert, © 2013 There are people out there, Who believe it's their right. To tear others down, And take away their light. These people are mean, And troubled all their own. But they do not have the right, To take away your thrown. So stand up tall, And flutter those wings. Never allow others to, Take away your springs. Be cheerful and happy, Be lovely and chatty. As no one can change you, Unless you allow it. 
Poet: David V. Bush When your plans have gone awry, Things will straighten if you try. When perplexed just what to do, Sand and grit will help you through. Let this be your final clue — Stick to it! When your schemes have taken wings, Vict'ry comes to him who sings. When your project's wrecked and smashed; Plans by hostile critics lashed; And you feel your spirit thrashed, Stick to it! When your back is nearly broke, Race is won by ONE MORE stroke — Lost your rudder in the gale; Seems that you are bound to fail? Storm-clouds clear; misfortunes pale — Stick to it! 
Poet: Unknown If you'll sing a song as you go along, In the face of a real or a fancied wrong; If, in spite of the doubt, you will fight it out And show a heart that is brave and stout; If you'll laugh at the jeers and refuse the tears, You'll force the ever reluctant cheers That the world denies when a coward cries And gives to the man who bravely tries, — And you'll win success with a little song. If you'll sing the song as you go along. If you'll sing a song as you go along, You'll find that the singing will make you strong. And the heavy load and the rugged road. And the sting and the strife of the torturous goad Will soar with the note that you set afloat, That the beam will change to a trifling moat, — That the world is sad when you are sad. And bright and beautiful when you are glad; And that all you need is a little song. If you'll sing the song as you trudge along. 
Poet: Julie Hebert, © 2012 That might seem a little blurry. There are two days of every week, That we should all not worry. Some of us tend to worry, every single day. But there are two days of the week, that we should instead pray. Today is the day that we, will live out and choose our route. But tomorrow or yesterday, are either done or not played out. So these two days we should reserve, for only happy thoughts. Worrying is never good, we should try and disconnect the dots. Yesterday has already passed, with all its past mistakes. There is no point to worrying, mistakes are part of life's stakes. Tomorrow hasn't even come, to worry would be a waste. Why spend so much energy, and possibly change how tomorrow is faced. Worrying can do much more, than any of us see. We know we can't change the past, but the future we can lead. So don't allow yourself to worry, about things that have passed. And don't allow yourself to worry, about things that haven't even past. Poet: J.J. Thorne We all some day must part, And death we Cannot abstain; The pure in heart Will meet again. Not take love and human life, As did revengeful Cain, The pure in heart Will meet again. A generous heart is filled with love, No goodness to disdain, The pure in heart Will meet again. Piety and a good conscience Makes our whole lives fain. The pure in heart Shall meet again. Perversion and intemperance Have made many minds insane. The pure in heart Shall meet again. Let us live in peace and harmony With filial love and compassion of pain. The pure in heart Shall meet again. Let the dictates of our conscience Over temptation reign. The pure in heart Shall meet again. If we do as we wish to be done by Our lives will leave no stain. The pure in heart Shall meet again. Love places humanity in despair And pleasure it does obtain. The pure in heart Shall meet again. Let's do all within our power That we may not fall in vain. The pure in heart Shall meet again. Poet: David V. Bush "When each thing has gone awry, Grit your teeth and bear it! "When you choke and heave a sigh, Grit your teeth and bear it! When your luck is not with you, Life's horizon streaked with blue, Pluck and sand will pull you through — Grit your teeth and bear it! When your plan's been blown away, Grit your teeth and bear it! There will dawn another day. Grit your teeth and bear it! When your feet are slipping fast. And you're dwelling on the past, Brace yourself — these things can't last — Grit your teeth and bear it! When they say, "we told you so", Grit your teeth and bear it! Free advisers seldom know — Grit your teeth and bear it! You have got the stuff to win; Finish it if you begin; Fill your lungs and lift your chin! Grit your teeth and bear it! Poet: Richard Monckton Milnes A sense of an earnest will To help the lowly-living And a terrible heart-thrill If you have no power of giving: An arm of aid to the weak, A friendly hand to the friendless, Kind words, so short to speak, But whose echo is endless: The world is wide -these things are small, They may be nothing, but they are all! Poet Unknown To try is better than the thing you try for; To hope is higher than the height attained; To love is greater than the love you sigh for, To seek is nobler than the object gained. "To wrestle with the angels," this avails, Although the motive for the wrestling fails; To learn is more essential than the knowing, To know is deeper than the wisdom found. To live is grander than all life's bestowing, To advance more fruitful than the vantage ground. To give is far more blessed than receiving, To tell the truth needs not to force believing. To speak is voice eternal in vibration. To blaze a trail is safer than hewn road. To think is power of infinite creation. To trust is finer than to see your God. To think — to act — these bridge the world's abysses. To die — no soul has told a soul what this is. Poet: J.J. Thorne The dictates of a clear conscience An honest heart will -feed With bread of harmony baked by love, Of a pious deed. A gripeing- and malicious heart Is filled with nature's greed. The dictates of an honest heart Approves an honest deed. Truth and honesty is the best policy, A lesson we all should heed; It clothes us with raiment of honor By an honest deed. If we wander off in wrong And our conscience do not lead. We fail to abide by a guide Of an honest deed. The betterment of humanity Is a universal need, A large portion is contained In an honest deed. For the right and justification, Our conscience will plead, And place satan in the rear By an honest deed. The mysteries of humane weekness, Our conscience will help to read. Assisted by a wise heart That loves an honest deed. If we wish a happy harvest, Let our hearts plant the seed; Providence will reap the harvest If our lives be an honest deed. by Henry vanDyke I turned an ancient poet's book, And found upon the page: "Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage." Yes, that is true, and something more: You'll find, where'er you roam, That marble floors and gilded walls Can never make a home. But every house where Love abides, And Friendship is the guest, Is surely home, and home, sweet home, For there the heart can rest. Poet: Unknown Only a drop in the bucket; But every drop will tell; The bucket would soon be empty Without the drops in the well. Only a poor little penny; It was all I had to give; But as pennies make the dollars. It may help some cause to live. Only some outgrown garments - They were all I had to spare; But they'll help to clothe the needy. And the poor are everywhere. A word now and then of comfort, That cost me nothing to say; But the poor old man died happy. And it helped him on the way. God loveth the cheerful giver, Though the gift be poor and small:- What doth He think of His children, When they never give at all? Poet: Lillian E. Curtis Tho' from the beaten path, perchance, you have strayed, And pictures with dark spots in Memory are laid. Pictures that truth and honor have cost, Turn back, nor think you must meet a deplorable end, As a matter of course, for there's still time to mend, And you are not totally lost. Do friends spurn you and contumely pass by, Does there seem no pardon from even on High; If in shipwrecks of doubt you are tost, The past missteps may not be obliterated, 'tis true, But redeemed with regrets, and pure aims in view, For you are not totally lost. Sink not in despair, let not hope nor courage forsake There are few in life who make no mistake, Some less temptations accost; Despair only need come when remedies are ended, Never for fractures that still may be mended, And you are not totally lost. If rash acts have made you outcast and forlorn, The evening is dark, and darker the morn. Showers of acrimony o'er you are tost; All need a draught from the sin-forgiving-cup. Instead of sinking lower, strive to rise up. For you are not totally lost. We hope these inspirational poems are ones that have given you a positive thought for your day. May they inspire you to be the best that you can be each and every day! Short Poems | Short Inspirational Quotes | Inspirational Quotes | Famous Poems | Quotes | About Us | Contact Us | |
