23 Poems About Contentment

Short Poems & Quotes    /   Inspirational Poems    /  

1. Contentment
   Poet: Horace
   
   He that holds fast the golden mean,
   And lives contentedly between
   The little and the great,
   Feels not the wants that pinch the poor,
   Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door,
   Embittering all his state.




2. Contentment Is An Attitude
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   Contentment is an attitude
   That many of us pass by
   Focusing on the things we've yet to get
   Rather than a smile we sigh!
   
   It's something that demands patience and joy
   For all of life has to give
   When content we can enjoy even small gifts
   Making life here so much more to live.
   
   Let not discontentment find a space in your heart
   Fill it instead with gratefulness, and gratitude
   Rather than obsess over what could have been or will be,
   Be satisfied with what you have, adjust your attitude.




3. Content
   Poet: Unknown
   
   My heart and I but lately were at strife.
   She fell a-longing for a certain thing
   The which I could not give her, and my life
   Grew sick and weary with her clamoring.
   God knows I would have given my youth's wide scope
   To buy my heart but one brief, blessed day
   Of the blind bliss she coveted; but hope,
   When I appealed to it, turned, dumb, away.
   Until hope failed, I did not chide my heart,
   But was full tender to her misery,
   I knew how hard and bitter was her part;
   But when I saw that good was not for me,
   I felt that time and tears were vainly spent ;
   "Heart," said I, "hope is silent; be content."
   
   Poor heart! She listened, earnest, humble-wise,
   While my good angel gave her counsel strong,
   Then from the dust and ashes did arise,
   And through her trembling lips broke forth a song;
   A soothing song, that grew into a strain
   Of praise for bliss denied as well as given:
   She sang it then to charm a lingering pain,
   She sings it now for gladness, morn and even.
   She sings it, seeing on life's garden wall
   Love's deep red roses in the sunshine stir,
   And singing, passes, envying not at all,
   Content to feel that love is not for her.
   The roses are another's, bloom and scent,
   My heart and I have " heart's-ease " and content.




---


When thinking about being content, consider these poems:

Attitude Poems

Little Things Poems

Poems About Peace

Poems About Happiness


---




4. A Song Of Low Degree
   Poet: John Bunyan
   
   He that is down need fear no fall;
   He that is low, no pride;
   He that is humble ever shall
   Have God to be his guide.
   
   I am content with what I have,
   Little be it, or much;
   And, Lord, contentment still I crave,
   Because thou savest such.
   
   Fullness to such a burden is
   That go on pilgrimage;
   Here little, and hereafter bliss.
   Is best from age to age.




5. 
   Poems About Work




6. Careless Content
   Poet: John Byrom
   
   I am content, I do not care,
   Wag as it will the world for me;
   When fuss and fret was all my fare,
   It got no ground, as I could see:
   So when away my caring went,
   I counted cost, and was content.
   
   With more of thanks, and less of thought,
   I strive to make my matters meet;
   To seek what ancient sages sought,
   Physic and food, in sour and sweet:
   To take what passes in good part,
   And keep the hiccups from the heart.
   
   With good and gentle-humoured hearts,
   I choose to chat where'er I come,
   Whate'er the subject be that starts;
   But if I get among the glum,
   I hold my tongue to tell the troth,
   And keep my breath to cool my broth.
   
   For chance or change, of peace or pain,
   For Fortune's favour or her frown;
   For lack or glut, for loss or gain,
   I never dodge, nor up nor down:
   But swing what way the ship shall swim,
   Or tack about with equal trim.
   
   I suit not where I shall not speed,
   Nor trace the turn of every tide;
   If simple sense will not succeed,
   I make no bustling, but abide:
   For shining wealth or scaring woe,
   I force no friend, I fear no foe.
   
   I love my neighbour as myself,
   Myself like him too, by his leave;
   Nor to his pleasure, power or pelf,
   Came I to crouch, as I conceive:
   Dame Nature doubtless has designed
   A man, the monarch of his mind.
   
   Now taste and try this temper, sirs,
   Mood it and brood it in your breast;
   Or if ye ween, for worldly stirs,
   That man does right to mar his rest,
   Let me be deft and debonair,
   I am content, I do not care.




7. As To Owning The Earth
   Poet: John Kendrick Bangs
   
   Sometimes I'd like to own the earth,
   And then the notion strikes my bonnet
   'T would cost far more than it were worth
   To have to pay the taxes on it.
   And on the whole I deem it best
   Instead of toiling hard to win it,
   To play I'm just a welcome guest
   Enjoying all the good that's in it.




8. Content With All
   Poet: Mary Ann W. Cook
   
   Content that God's decree
   Should order all for thee.
   Content with sickness or with health —
   Content with poverty or wealth —
   Content to walk in humble guise,
   And as He wills it sink or rise.
   
   Content to live alone
   And call no place thine own.
   No sweet reunions day by day.
   'Thy kindred spirits far away.
   And, since God wills to have it so,
   Thou wouldst not change for weal or woe.
   
   Content that others rise
   Before thy very eyes.
   How bright their lot and portion here!
   Wealth fills their coffers — friends are near.
   Behold their mansions tall and fair!
   The timbrel and the dance are there.
   
   Content to toil or rest —
   God's peace within thy breast —
   To feel thy times are in His hand
   Who holds all worlds in his command —
   Thy time to laugh — thy time to sigh —
   Thy time to live — thy time to die.
   
   And is it so indeed
   Thou art with God agreed?
   Content 'mid all the ills of life?
   Farewell, then, sorrow, pain and strife!
   Such high content is heaven begun.
   The battle's fought, the victory won!




9. Finding Content
   Poet: Alfred Austin
   
   I could not find the little maid Content,
   So out I rushed, and sought her far and wide
   But not where Pleasure each new fancy tried,
   Heading the maze of rioting merriment,
   Nor where, with restless eyes and bow half bent,
   Love in the brake of sweetbriar smiled and sighed.
   Nor yet where Fame towered, crowned and glorified,
   Found I her face, nor wheresoe'er I went.
   So homeward back I crawled, like wounded bird,
   When lo! Content sate spinning at my door;
   And when I asked her where she was before —
   "Here all the time," she said; "I never stirred;
   Too eager in thy search, you passed me o'er.
   And, though I called you, neither saw nor heard."




10. Content I Live
    Poet: Edward Dyer
    
    My mind to me a kingdom is;
    Such perfect joy therein I find
    As far exceeds all earthly bliss
    That God or nature hath assigned:
    Though much I want that most would have,
    Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
    
    Content I live; this is my stay -
    I seek no more than may suffice.
    I press to bear no haughty sway;
    Look, what I lack my mind supplies.
    Lo, thus I triumph like a king.
    Content with what my mind doth bring.
    
    I laugh not at another's loss,
    I grudge not at another's gain;
    No worldly wave my mind can toss;
    I brook that as another's bane.
    I fear no foe, nor fawn on friend.
    I loathe not life, nor dread mine end.
    
    My wealth is health and perfect ease;
    My conscience clear my chief defense;
    I never seek by bribes to please
    Nor by desert to give offense.
    Thus do I live, thus will I die;
    Would all did so, as well as I.




11. Fully Content
    Poet: Unknown
    
    I know not, and I would not know,
    Content, I leave it all with Thee;
    'Tis ever best it should be so;
    As thou wilt have it let it be.
    
    But this I know: that every day
    And every step for me is planned;
    I surely cannot lose the Way
    While He is holding fast my hand.
    
    And surely, whatsoe'er betide,
    I never shall be left alone:
    Thou standest ever by my side;
    To thee my future all is known.
    
    And wheresoe'er my lot may fall
    The way before is marked by Thee;
    The windings of my life are all
    Unfoldings of thy Love to me.




12. 
    Poems About Money




13. Just As God Leads
    Poet: Unknown
    
    Just as God leads me I would go;
    I would not ask to choose my way;
    Content with what he will bestow,
    Assured he will not let me stray.
    So, as he leads, my path I make,
    And step by step I gladly take —
    A child, in him confiding.
    
    Just as God leads I am content;
    I rest me calmly in his hands;
    That which he has decreed and sent —
    That which his will for me commands —
    I would that he should all fulfill,
    That I should do his gracious will
    In living or in dying.
    
    Just as God leads, I all resign;
    I trust me to my Father's will;
    When reason's rays deceptive shine,
    His counsel would I yet fulfill;
    That which his love ordained as right
    Before he brought me to the right
    My all to him resigning.
    
    Just as God leads me, I abide
    In faith, in hope, in suffering true;
    His strength is ever by my side —
    Can aught my hold on him undo?
    I hold me firm in patience, knowing
    That God my life is still bestowing —
    The best in kindness sending.
    
    Just as God leads I onward go.
    Out amid thorns and briers keen;
    God does not yet his guidance show-
    But in the end it shall be seen.
    How, by a loving Father's will,
    Faithful and true, he leads me still.
    And so my heart is resting.




14. Contentment Sets Us Free
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
    
    Sometimes life gets too overwhelming,
    The challenge seems too steep,
    But I'm thankful for the small things,
    That can help me ease my grief.
    
    Seeing the sun glinting through the trees,
    A refreshing cup of morning tea.
    Regardless of how much we have, or lack thereof,
    Finding joy in moments; contentment sets us free.
    
    Being happy with the little things brings peace and contentment,
    For every challenge faced was a lesson learned well.
    Life's small victories should be celebrated more,
    And on challenges we should not dwell.




15. Blessings Near At Hand
    Poet: Sarah Knowles Bolton
    
    We look too far for blessings;
    We seek too far for joys;
    We ought to be like children
    Who find their chiefest toys
    
    Ofttimes in nearest attic,
    Or in some dingy lane —
    Their aprons full of weeds or flowers
    Gathered in sun or rain.
    
    Within the plainest cottage
    Unselfish love may grow;
    The sweetest, the divinest gift,
    Which mortals ever know.
    
    We ought to count our joys, not woes;
    Meet care with winsome grace;
    For discontent plows furrows
    Upon the loveliest face.
    
    Hope, freedom, sunlight, knowledge.
    Come not to wealth alone;
    He who looks far for blessings
    Will overlook his own.




16. Content And Rich
    Poet: Robert Southwell
    
    My conscience is my crown,
    Contented thoughts my rest;
    My heart is happy in itself,
    My bliss is in my breast.
    
    Enough I reckon wealth;
    A mean, the surest lot;
    That lies too high for base contempt,
    Too low for envy's shot.
    
    My wishes are but few.
    All easy to fulfill;
    I make the limits of my power
    The bounds unto my will.
    
    I fell no care of coin;
    Well doing is my wealth;
    My mind to me an empire is,
    While grace affordeth health.
    
    I clip high-climbing thoughts,
    The wings of swelling pride;
    Their fall is worst that from the height
    Of greatest honor slide.
    
    Since sails of largest size
    The storm doth soonest tear,
    I bear so low and small a sail
    As freeth me from fear.
    
    I wrestle not with rage
    While fury's flame doth burn;
    It is in vain to stop the stream
    Until the tide doth turn.
    
    But when the flame is out.
    And ebbing wrath doth end,
    I turn a late enraged foe
    Into a quiet friend
    
    And, taught with often proof,
    A tempered calm I find
    To be most solace to itself,
    Best cure for angry mind.
    
    No change of fortune's calms
    Can cast my comforts down;
    When Fortune smiles I smile to think
    How quickly she will frown.
    
    And when in froward mood
    She proves an angry foe,
    Small gain I found to let her come,
    Less loss to let her go.




17. The Lesson Of Content
    Poet: Priscilla Leonard
    
    Never fret yourself to see
    All the things that others have;
    Take your lot contentedly.
    It is better to be brave,
    Cheerful, self-reliant, strong,
    Craving naught by God denied,
    Than to join the restless throng,
    Sated, yet unsatisfied.
    
    Never fret yourself to do
    More than lies within your power;
    Let your work be always true,
    Steady, patient, hour by hour.
    It is better far to build
    Good foundations, slow and sure,
    Than to rear in haste unskilled
    Towers whose strength is Insecure.




18. It Never Pays
    Poet: Unknown
    
    It never pays to fret and growl
    When fortune seems our foe.
    The better bred will push ahead
    And strike the braver blow;
    For luck is work,
    And those who shirk
    Should not lament their doom,
    But yield the play,
    And clear the way,
    That better men have room.
    
    It never pays to wreck the health
    In drudging after gain,
    And he is sold who thinks that gold
    Is cheapest bought with pain.
    An humble lot,
    A cosy cot,
    Have tempted even kings -
    For station high,
    That wealth will buy,
    Not oft contentment buys.
    
    It never pays! a blunt refrain,
    Well worthy of a song,
    For age and youth must learn the truth,
    That nothing pays that's wrong,
    The good and pure
    Alone are sure
    To bring prolonged success,
    While what is right
    In Heaven's sight
    Is always sure to bless.




19. Aspirations
    Poet: Sara Beaumont Kennedy
    
    Not what we have, but what we long to hold
    Seems always fairest, always best;
    The sails unfurled at sea gleam whiter far
    Than those beside the shore at rest.
    
    And morning mists that shroud the mountain side
    Are silver veils as we ascend -
    But drizzle of cold rain is what we find
    Ere we have reached our journey's end.
    
    This restlessness, this spirit's discontent,
    This reaching out for something higher,
    This goal that will not leave us in the depths
    Is but the pulse of heart's desire.
    
    For if so we were satisfied with gifts
    And fading dreams that each day gave
    With earth we'd be content, nor lift a hope
    To what God keeps beyond the grave.




20. A Song
    Poet: Edgar A. Guest
    
    Keep the heart laughin' in spite o' the tears,
    Keep the heart youthful in spite o' the years.
    Keep your faith shinin' in spite o' the night
    That comes down with sorrows, and you'll be all right.
    
    Keep the hand steady, and keep the hand true.
    Keep your work blameless whatever you do;
    Keep your life clean, as you wander along.
    An' no matter what happens you cannot go wrong.
    
    Knee deep in sorrow, an' knee deep in care.
    Still keep on hopin' an' whisper your prayer;
    Keep your faith shinin' an' tread on your way.
    An' peace an' contentment will find you some day.




21. The Unconscious Philosopher
    Poet: Douglas Malloch
    
    I ain't no philosopher, like some people say I am.
    Philosophy won't fall a tree, an' it never broke a jam.
    I ain't figured out no law fer to run the universe;
    I take things jest as they be, be they better, be they worse.
    Livin' up here in the woods with the sky an' sun an' trees
    Won't make any fellah wise, make him any Socrates.
    Be they better, be they worse, I take things jest as they be.
    An' I try to be content - thet there's my philosophy.
    
    If a tree shud crooked grow, grunts 'll never straighten it.
    If an ax ain't hung just right, words  'll never make it fit.
    If it snows when it shud rain, if it rains when it shud snow.
    Prayers or cussin's never changed any weather thet I know.
    We kin only hope fer snow jest to keep the roads alive,
    We kin only hope fer rain when we're ready fer the drive.
    When the road is gittin' bare an' old mother earth you see.
    Then a shovel beats a prayer - thet there's my philosophy.
    
    Other folks has worldly goods, I'm as poor as Dago's monk;
    But I git my thirty bones, git my grub an' git a bunk.
    Other folks ride grunt-machines; when / travel / must walk;
    But you can't wish money in, no one gives you coin fer talk.
    I don't cuss because I'm broke, I don't holler at the rich.
    Some is rich an' some is poor; what's it matter which is which?
    I'm a reg'lar millionaire, I'm as rich as any be.
    If I'm only satisfied - thet there's my philosophy.
    
    Some folks long fer fame an' such, long to mingle with the great,
    Long to hold some fancy job while the public pays the freight.
    I don't long to be no king, long to be no senator.
    When the mighty sit to dine, I ain't hangin' round the door.
    I ain't tryin' much to teach, I ain't tryin' much to learn;
    I jest try to do what's right - then I never give a dem.
    Be they better, be they worse, I take things jest as they be,
    An' I try to be content - thet there's my philosophy.




Contentment Quotes



22. Sweet is Contentment
    Poet: J. J. Thorne
    
    To the happiness of human life,
    There is nothing so much inclined,
    As an honest heart and clear conscience
    And contentment of the mind.
    
    A seat in a kingdom chair,
    And the world combined,
    Is not worth an honest heart,
    And contented mind.
    
    The mind of a hero,
    Can be humble and confined;
    With grief, trouble, regret and sorrow,
    And discontentment of the mind.
    
    The mind of a  philosopher,
    Can be fettered and entwined,
    To feel the need of life's pleasure,
    A contentment of the mind.
    
    When the mind have growed encumbered,
    Peace will never find;
    Till the victim receives restoration,
    And contentment of the mind.
    
    Peace is the oil and steam of life.
    That turns the wheel to grind;
    Life is brakes and broken belts,
    Without contentment of the mind.
    
    Life passes away as a dream,
    In enterprise we get behind;
    Things are not what they seem,
    When we loose contentment of the mind.
    
    If we make of truth an epitom,
    Our deeds warm and kind;
    Joy will seek and visit our home.
    With sweet contented mind.
    
    When we loose the joy of life,
    We can but pray and pine,
    In toil, trouble, care and strife,
    For a contented mind.
    
    If we had the courage and power,
    To make life sublime,
    Our lives would be charming flowers,
    To soothe and content the mind.
    
    Man's experience and trials of life,
    Leads him to remind
    That he cannot love and care for all
    With a contented mind.
    
    Grief would banish and gladness glow,
    Joy and pleasure would be a rhyme,
    From duty we would wean and go
    If all possessed a contented mind.
    
    A happy appearance of many a person.
    Is only a plastering sign,
    Their hearts are grieved and burdened.
    And a discontented mind.
    
    Union, friendship and devotion,
    Is the cord of love, the golden twine.
    Those that help to make this cord,
    Will some time have a contented Mind.
    
    From the highest rank of the world's fame,
    Man might wisely resign,
    For an honest authentic heart,
    And a contented mind.
    
    From America's president chair,
    I would gladly decline,
    For the necessities of a humble home
    And a contented mind.
    
    We have our grief and troubles to bear,
    God purposed all through him designed;
    But the sweetest thing to human nature,
    Is a contented mind.
    
    When we sum up our respect to all,
    Truth to the Lord great and divine.
    Through submission we have to fall,
    A discontented mind.
    
    We have our days to survive on earth,
    Be it joy or trouble that we find;
    A poor weak and helpless creature,
    Whether we have a contented mind.




23. Content
    Poet: Unknown
    
    My heart is so full
    Of the blue of the sky
    And the green of the leaves
    And of summer's glad cry,
    
    So full of rose petals, '
    All dewy and cool,
    And of the deep peace
    Of a quiet wood's pool;
    
    So full of a waterfall,
    Mistily sweet,
    That with all else excluded,
    This day is complete.