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A New Day Poem

Today is a new day - find a poem to start your day and inspire you. Today when you awake do you think, it's a new day! Each and every day is one which should be thankful for as when we lay down to go to sleep how do we know we will have tomorrow. Today - in many cases we just take for granted. But each and every day we should be filled with excitement and enthusiasm that we have the day, a new day to do with what we want - a day that we can make the most of or a day that we can not appreciate. The choice is always yours.

Be encouraged and inspired by the thoughts in this collection of poems. Words that will remind you that today is a new day and that it is the only day that you are guaranteed of having, so make the most of it, do not waste it! Be filled with thanksgiving for this day.

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  1. A New Day
    Poet Dr. Heartsill Wilson

    This is the beginning of a new day.
    God has given me this day to use as I will.

    I can waste it or use it for good,
    but what I do today is important
    because I am exchanging a day of my life for it.

    When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever,
    leaving in its place something that I have traded for it.

    I want it to be gain and not loss; good and not evil;
    success and not failure; in order that I shall not
    regret the price I have paid for it.



  2. this is a new day


  3. When I Awake
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer


    Each day I awake I can lie in bed
    Or I can get up and get ahead
    A new day to achieve my dreams and goals
    Or a day to relax and just take a stroll.

    My attitude determines what each new day will bring
    I can be thankful for all the little things
    Or I can be full of dread and fear
    And miss opportunities that are so dear.

    Life is too short to waste our days
    Get out of bed, be happy and say
    A new day has been given to me
    I bring to it the best I can be.



  4. life is to short waste our days


  5. If We Had But A Day
    Poet: Mary Lowe Dickinson


    We should fill the hours with the sweetest things,
    If we had but a day;
    We should drink alone at the purest springs
    In our upward way;
    We should love with a lifetime’s love in an hour,
    If the hours were few;
    We should rest, not for dreams, but for fresher power
    To be and to do.

    We should guide our wayward or wearied wills
    By the clearest light;
    We should keep our eyes on the heavenly hills,
    If they lay in sight;
    We should trample the pride and the discontent
    Beneath our feet;
    We should take whatever a good God sent,
    With a trust complete.

    We should waste no moments in weak regret,
    If the day were but one;
    If what we remember and what we forget
    Went out with the sun;
    We should be from our clamorous selves set free,
    To work or to pray,
    And to be what the Father would have us be,
    If we had but a day.



  6. Keep Step
    Poet: Annie Weir Young


    Keep step in the march of life.
    One halt will queer the line,
    On with the struggle and strife.
    No laurels are won by repine.

    This life is a battlefield wild,
    We must be to our standard true.
    'Tis no work for a weary child,
    We must fight — both me and you.

    'Tis onward each soul in step,
    O'er morass of woe and despair,
    Without the faintest regret
    For the land that seemed so fair.

    Keep step in the march to-day,
    For this day is a golden time,
    And time is a flashing ray
    With eternity in chime.



  7. Begin Greatly
    By Thomas A Kempis


    A life without purpose is a languid, drifting thing.
    Every day we ought to renew our purpose, saying to ourselves:


    This day let us make a sound beginning,
    for what we have hitherto done is naught;
    Our improvement is in proportion to our purpose;
    We hardly ever manage to get completely rid of one fault,
    and do not set our hearts on daily improvement;
    Always place a definite purpose before thee.



  8. Today
    Poet: Mary Frances Butts


    Build a little fence of trust
    Around to-day ;
    Fill the space with loving deeds
    And therein stay.

    Look not through the sheltering bars
    Upon to-morrow,
    God will help thee bear what comes,
    Of joy or sorrow.



  9. live each day


  10. Live This Day
    Poet: Samatha Anne Marie Lynch


    What will tomorrow bring I think to myself
    I can't see the future, I am no elf
    But what I do have is this day
    And it will be up to me what I do and say.

    I can bring happiness to those around me
    Or I can be a complainer or just a bully
    I can help others in some very small way
    Or I can bring misery to everyone's day.

    No sense worrying about what tomorrow will bring
    There is no guarantee that I will even be living.
    But what I do have is this day, yes today,
    And I will not waste it or fret it away.

    What I do with this brand new day
    Is up to me in every way.
    We have choices to make
    I will live this day, it is no mistake.



  11. Today Is The Day
    Author Unknown


    Today is the day I have been looking for.
    All my life has been spent in preparation for it.
    Yesterday and tomorrow are faraway nothings-
    The one a faint memory, the other a vague promise.

    But this is my day.
    It offers all that God has to give,
    And I'm a laggard or a coward if I fail
    To make the most of it.



  12. Now, Today
    by F. W. Farrar


    Let us do our duty, and
    Pray that we may do our duty here,
    Now, today:
    Not in dreamy sweetness but in active energy;
    Not in the green oasis of the future,
    But in the dusty desert of the present;
    Not in the  imaginations  of elsewhere,
    But in the realities of now.



  13. Done Today?
    Maxwell's Talisman


    What is the work I have done today?
    Have I left a mark upon the way,

    A kindly word, or a cheery smile
    That has lingered in some heart awhile;

    Straightened a path or a crooked road.
    Lightened the weight of a weary load.

    Into the shadow of some one's night
    Sent even a tiny ray of light?



  14. Look To This Day
    by Blanche E. Herbert


    Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn!
    Look to this Day!
    For it is Life, the very Life of Life.
    In its brief course lie all the
    Verities and Realities of your Existence;
    The Bliss of Growth,
    The Glory of Action,
    The Splendor of Beauty:
    For Yesterday is but a Dream,
    And To-morrow is only a Vision;
    But to-day well lived makes
    Every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness,
    And every To-morrow a Vision of Hope.



  15. My Desire
    Poet: Lucy L. Montgomery


    This for to-day is my desire
    To keep myself in wise control,
    Only toward that which makes for good
    To bend the forces of my soul.

    To feel the Spirit in the wind,
    The strength that cometh from the hills,
    The sweet and tender messages
    With which the air about me thrills.

    Nor cry for past, nor forward stretch,
    Nor yield my petty woes a place,
    But take whate'er each hour unfolds
    With thankful and obedient grace.

    For this one day to me is given,
    I take with joy the gift divine,
    Each moment hold in sacred fee
    That I may make the vision mine.



  16. A Morning Wish
    by Excelsior Banner


    The sun is rising on the morning of another day.
    What can I wish that day may bring to me?

    Nothing that shall make the world or others poorer;
    nothing at the expense of other men;
    but just those few things which in their coming do not
    stop with me, but touch me, rather,
    as they pass and gather strength.

    A few friends who understand me,
    and yet remain my friends.

    A work to do which has real value,
    without which the world would feel the poorer.

    A return for such work small enough not to
    tax unduly anyone who pays.

    A mind unafraid to travel, even though
    the trail be not blazed.

    An understanding heart.

    A sight of the eternal hills and unresting sea, and
    something beautiful the hands of man have made.

    A sense of humor and the power to laugh.

    And the patience to wait for the coming of those things,
    with the wisdom to know them when they come.



  17. The New Days
    Poet: Edgar A. Guest


    The old days, the old days, how oft the poets sing,
    The days of hope at dewy morn, the days of early spring,
    The days when every mead was fair, and every heart was true,
    And every maiden wore a smile, and every sky was blue
    The days when dreams were golden and every night brought rest,
    The old, old days of youth and love, the days they say were best
    But I--I sing the new days, the days that lie before,
    The days of hope and fancy, the days that I adore.

    The new days, the new days, the selfsame days they are;
    The selfsame sunshine heralds them, the selfsame evening star
    Shines out to light them on their way unto the Bygone Land,
    And with the selfsame arch of blue the world to-day is spanned.
    The new days, the new days, when friends are just as true,
    And maidens smile upon us all, the way they used to do,
    Dreams we know are golden dreams, hope springs in every breast;
    It cheers us in the dewy morn and soothes us when we rest.

    The new days, the new days, of them I want to sing,
    The new days with the fancies and the golden dreams they bring;
    The old days had their pleasures, but likewise have the new
    The gardens with their roses and the meadows bright with dew;
    We love to-day the selfsame way they loved in days of old;
    The world is bathed in beauty and it isn't growing cold;
    There's joy for us a-plenty, there are tasks for us to do,
    And life is worth the living, for the friends we know are true.



  18. This Day Never Comes Again
    Poet: Miss Mulock


    Why do we heap huge mounds of years,
    Before us and behind,
    And scorn the little days that pass
    Like angels on the wind?

    Each, turning round a small, sweet face
    As beautiful as near,
    Because it is so small a face
    We will not see it clear.

    And so it turns from us, and goes
    Away in sad disdain;
    Though we could give our lives for it,
    It never comes again.



  19. Written in the early 1900's Dr. Barton's wisdom about how we should start our day still applies today!

  20. Treat The New Day
    by Dr. W. E. Barton


    Do not, I beg of you, insult the morning hour by talking of your backache.
    There are other and more important things to talk about.

    Do not contaminate a day as yet unsmirched by complaint
    that you did not rest well last night, and that,
    in consequence, you have a headache.
    Your head will ache the harder for your telling it.

    Do not blaspheme by snarling over your coffee
    about the price of coal, or
    the argument you had yesterday
    with a man who proved himself less than a gentleman.

    Treat the new day as becomes a gentleman,
    and the rewards of the hour shall be yours.

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