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	83 Poems About Life A collection of inspiring short poems about life that we feel are the best to inspire and encourage you. Living your life to the fullest is what we should all strive to do. Many times as we journeyed through life, we reflected on the short verses in these poems. Life has its good times and bad, but how we react to those times will reflect our success and happiness in life. On This Page Find: Collection of Poems About Life by Theme Popular Poems About Life Additional Poems About Life To Consider Let the words of these Poets give you words for reflection. Encouraging poems and verses to uplift and motivate you in dealing with many different aspects of life. Reading poems can change your perspective and help you see circumstances in a different light. While many of the poems are short you will find inspirational words that are full of wisdom. 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It is not just as we take it, This wonderful world of ours Life’s field will yield as we make it A harvest of thorns or of flowers. This Life Is What We Make It Poet: Maria Frink Let's oftener talk of noble deeds, And rarer of the bad ones, And sing about our happy days, And not about the sad ones. We are not made to fret and sigh, And when grief sleeps to wake it: Bright happiness is standing by - This life is what we make it. Let's find the sunny side of men, Or be believers in it; A light there is in every soul That takes the pains to win it. Oh! there's a slumbering good in all; And we perchance may wake it Our hands contain the magic wand - This life is what we make it. Then here's to those whose loving hearts Shed light and joy about them! Thanks be them for countless gems We ne'er had known without them. Oh! this should be a happy world To all who may partake it: The fault's our own if it is not - This life is what we make it. Life Poet: Bernhart Paul Holst My life is a beautiful song, The days pass swiftly away, The years speed so quickly along — It seems like the dream of a day. My youth was a charming delight, A springtime of which poets sin; It dawned on me, happy and bright, But flew like a bird on the wing. The years of maturity came. Fraught with the chances of life; The labors that were not in vain Gave stimuli, fruitful and rife. As student, as teacher, as man. The seasons so quickly have flown; The cycles of time swiftly ran And taken dear friends I have known. And soon will I turn to the west, West, where the sun sinks from view. To welcome the long, peaceful rest, After bidding all earth-friends adieu. My life is a beautiful song, The days pass swiftly away, The years speed so quickly along — It seems like the dream of a day. What Is This Life Poet: W. H. Davies What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?— No time to stand beneath the boughs, And stare as long as sheep and cows: No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass: No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night: No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance: No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began? A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. Your Life Poet: Julie Hebert, � 2011 Each day we are given is a gift, And a gift we always should appreciate. When time starts to run together, It's then that our time depreciates. So try to slow and take each day, Only one at a time. Life will always have its ups and downs, But the ups are more fun to climb. Every morning awake to accomplish something, Should be on your mind. So choose your thought for the day, And do it and then unwind. If every day you have a goal, And every day it gets done. Life will never run away, And life will be much more fun. Life Quotes A Balance In Life? Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, � 2019 How do you get a balance in life? Our time can sometimes create such strife How much of your time is focused on Getting to the top and being number one. There is more to life than just making money Look at relationships and spending time with your buddy At the end of the day, you will see that these things Relationships are key and happiness they bring. And if only you seek to have fun and play You will not find happiness each day As time goes on with no goals in mind Life has a tendency to leave you behind. The time we spend can have so many demands Balance seems hard to learn and understand But remember, you have control of it You decide what you'll permit. So what does a balance in life mean to you? Do you consider it in all you do Take the time to work hard but, also relax Don't get worn down and overtaxed. Moderation in life is the key Balance can result in feelings of happy. So whatever you do may you find Work hard but allow time to unwind. The Meaning of Life Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, � 2020 Have you given thought to the meaning of life Or do you go day to day with the strife Do you ever step back and reflect On the meaning of life and every aspect. What is your purpose in life to be These are questions you must ask and see Questions to reflect on and consider Are you happy or are you bitter. Is there more to life than you realize Do you help others and recognize That life is not just about you We are all in it together that is so true. The years go by in a blink of an eye What will people say about you when you die? Will they remember how hard you worked Or will they remember you as a jerk. The meaning of life is to me Sharing and kindness to be A loving person who helps others One who realizes that we are all brothers. Christian Quotes About Life Values Life John Sterling A happy lot must sure be his-- The lord, not slave, of things-- Who values life by what it is And not by what it brings. The Years Go By Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, � 2020 When we were young aging seemed like fun We couldn't wait until the age was done We then hit our teens and with life came Some responsibility but still lots of games. And so the twenty's were realized And we found we had to get organized. And before you knew it we hit the big three o! A party was had, the energy was glad, oh, what a show Before you knew it they were saying over the hill You hit the age of forty and had responsibility for all the bills Fifty crept up ever so slow But you wonder where did the years go? With 60 approaching you look back and see How fast the years went by, oh, you need more coffee 70 flys by in a blink of an eye You just grin and kiss the years goodbye. Then 80 arrives with a blast With family around you wondering how long you will last. While the words may seem funny, Aging can truly be sunny Live your life and Let aging have its way Enjoy your life and keep smilin' The years will pass by that is for certain! Struggles Come Your Way Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, � 2020 Just because struggles come your way That doesn't mean it can ruin your day The good and the bad are a way of life Don't get down, move beyond the strife. We must live life, taking things in stride Helping each other, stopping any divide Life is better when we support and love And that is what's expected from above. You see we were given choices to make We are not robots, we are not fake So if you're faced with a trial or two Don't give up, let others help you through. Everybody Is Lonesome Poet Unknown Way down deep within their hearts Everybody's lonesome; Far within their secret parts Everybody's lonesome. Makes no difference how they smile, How they live or what their style; Once in every little while Everybody's lonesome. People first in big affairs — Even they are lonesome. Maybe like to put on airs; Just the same, they're lonesome. Men for whom existence blends Every good; who gain all ends, Still reach out their hands for friends; Everybody's lonesome. Women, silk-clad, jeweled fine. Yes, they, too, are lonesome; When their gems the brightest shine. They are just as lonesome. Some must serve and some command. All still seek, with groping hand. Love, and friends who understand. Everybody's lonesome. Though your gift of friendship's small Everybody's lonesome. It may answer someone's call; Someone who is lonesome. Give, and give with might and main; Give your hands, and join the chain, And your gift will be your gain Some time, when you're lonesome. When Does Life Begin Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, � 2020 Does life begin when you obtain more things? Or does life begin when you make big earnings? Does life begin when tomorrow dawns Or does tomorrow just make you yawn? The only life we have to live Is today, the day we have to give Don't wait for a certain thing For happiness to bring. Live each day and live it full Don't waste it and be a fool Begin each day and be thankful for All that the day has in store! Life Is For Livin Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, � 2020 Life is meant to be lived each day Do our best in every way Set our goals and work towards The achievement and its rewards. We must always appreciate And take the time to initiate Relationships that are key to life To help us through daily strife. No sense worrying about what tomorrow holds Live today and see it unfold Be thankful for what we've been given Each day is a time for truly livin'! What Are Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, � 2020 What are the things you are thankful for? Do you focus on whether you're rich or poor; Or are you content or looking for more; Do you focus on material things; Do you think happiness they will bring; Do you focus on making more money; Does money bring you more of life's honey. What are the things you are thankful for? Is it "when this happens" tomorrow will be - I will be happier just wait and see. Do you miss the sunset and sunrise or do you see That time passed by because you are too busy. When family and friends call you on the phone You're too busy you say, with a groan. The things to be thankful for money can't buy Money and things just can't supply Be thankful for the simple things - just stop and see People who love you to every degree. The breathtaking sunset and the sunrise Can delight your eyes and give such a surprise. So take time and be thankful for the simple things Today they surround you and happiness they can bring. Happy Times Poet: Kate Summers Holidays are meant to be Happy times for all to see The time may be a special occasion Or it may be a two week vacation. No matter what the holiday Whether at home or away Be sure to relax, fun to be had A time for all to be glad. Downsizing Means Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, � 2015 My previous life when I heard the term downsizing meant a turn for worse But now we are talking not about a job We are talking about a smaller home Letting go of space Letting go of material things Less room Will this be doom? But the benefits to me Less housework you see Lower heating costs And a cozier house So now when I hear the term Downsizing means Living simply with The things that mean something to me! Red Geraniums by Martha Haskell Clark Life did not bring me silken gowns, Nor jewels for my hair, Nor signs of gabled foreign towns In distant countries fair, But I can glimpse, beyond my pane, a green and friendly hill, And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill. The brambled cares of everyday, The tiny humdrum things, May bind my feet when they would stray, But still my heart has wings While red geraniums are bloomed against my window glass, And low above my green-sweet hill the gypsy wind-clouds pass. And if my dreamings ne’er come true, The brightest and the best, But leave me lone my journey through, I’ll set my heart at rest, And thank God for home-sweet things, a green and friendly hill, And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill. Life Lessons Quotes When? Poet Unknown When fortune with a smiling face Strews roses on our way, When shall we stop to pick them up? Today, my love, today! But should she frown with face of care And speak of coming sorrow, When shall we grieve, if grieve we must? Tomorrow, love, tomorrow! If those who've wronged us own their fault. And kindly pity, pray When shall we listen and forgive? Today, my love, today! But if stern justice urge rebuke. And warmth from memory borrow, When shall we chide, if chide we must? Tomorrow, love, tomorrow! Somehow Or Other Poet: Unknown Life is a burden to every one's shoulder None may escape from its troubles and care; Miss it in youth and 'twill come when we 're older, And fit us as close as the garments we wear. Sorrow comes into our home uninvited, Robbing our heart of its treasures of song; Lovers grow cold and our friendships are slighted, Yet somehow or other we worry along. Midst the sweet blossoms that smile on our faces Grow the rank weeds that would poison and blight; And e'en in the midst of earth's beautiful places There's always a something that isn't just right. Yet oft from the rock we may pick a gay flower, And drink from a spring in a desolate waste; They come to the heart as a heavenly dower, And nought is so sweet to the eye or the taste. Every-day toil is an every-day blessing, Though poverty's cottage and crust we may share; Weak is the back on which burdens are pressing, But stout is the heart which is strengthened by prayer. Somehow or other the pathway grows brighter Just when we mourned there was none to befriend; Hope in the heart makes the burden seem lighter, And somehow or other we get to the end. Live For Something Poet: Unknown Live for something, be not idle, Look about thee for employ, Sit not down to useless dreaming,-- Labor is the sweetest joy. Folded hands are ever weary, Selfish hearts are never gay, Life for thee hath many duties,-- Active be, then, whilst thou may. Scatter blessings in thy pathway! Gentle words and cheering smiles Better are than gold and silver, With their grief-dispelling wiles. As the pleasant sunshine falleth Ever on the grateful earth, So let sympathy and kindness Gladden well the darkened hearth. Hearts there are oppressed and weary,-- Drop the tear of sympathy; Whisper words of hope and comfort; Give, and thy reward shall be Joy unto thy soul returning, From this perfect fountain-head; Freely, as thou freely givest, Shall the grateful light be shed. The Best Life Poet: Adelbert P. Caldwell He lives the best who never doth complain, Whether the passing days be filled with sun or rain; Who sows his deeds of love, and, patient, lives, Expecting not again the thing he gives; Who buries deep the Past - its pain, its tears - And bravely meets his Now, untrammeled by fears; Who lets his life so shine, e'en in the night, That wanderers distressed may see the Light; Who patiently toils on, though feet be sore; Whose home stands by the road with open door; Who smiles though down he sits to feast or crust - His faith in man sincere; in God his trust. The Sculptor-Boy Poet: W. C. Doane Chisel in hand stood a sculptor-boy, With his marble block before him; And his face lit up with a smile of joy As ah angel-dream passed o'er him. He carved that dream on the yielding stone With many a sharp incision; In Heaven's own light the sculptor shone - He had caught that angel-vision. Sculptors of life are we as we stand With our lives uncarved before us, Waiting the hour, when, at God's command, Our life-dream passes o'er us. Let us carve it, then, on the shielding stone. With many a sharp incision; Its heavenly beauty shall be our own - Our lives, that angel-vision. Little Things Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, � 2020 Simple things are the little things Such happiness they can bring From watching a sunrise To giving a child a simple surprise. If we stop and look and see How simple things in life can be The best and happiest times During our life journey climb. Life's Golden Goblet Poet: Nellie Olsen A golden goblet each man holds, Its contents energy, And how we use this rare wine molds Our endless destiny. No life so mean but holds this power - Oh, wondrous, priceless draught! While hour by hour men ever pour It forth, and prize it not. Whatever way this vital force Is used, results obtain; For we may bring forth fruit perforce Of weeds or perfect grain. Some choose to spill this golden wine On fleeting things of time, Nor realize the gift's divine, And life a charge sublime. Then wisely pour the nectar forth; The greatest good secure From deeds that have the highest worth And ever shall endure. Seek not for deepest soul content From earthly sources, then, But let your choicest force be spent In doing good to men. How To Live Poet: Horatius Bonar He liveth long who liveth well; All other life is short and vain: He liveth longest who can tell Of living most for heavenly gain. He liveth long who liveth well; All else is being flung away: He liveth longest who can tell Of true things truly done each day. Waste not thy being; back to Him Who freely gave it, freely give: Else is that being but a dream; 'Tis but to be, and not to live. Be what thou seemest; live thy creed; Hold up to earth the torch divine; Be what thou prayest to be made; Let the great Master's steps be thine. Fill up each hour with what will last; Buy up the moments as they go: The life above, when this is past, Is the ripe fruit of life below. Sow truth, if thou the true wouldst reap; Who sows the false shall reap the vain; Erect and sound thy conscience keep; From hollow words and deeds refrain. Sow love, and taste its fruitage pure; Sow peace, and reap its harvests bright; Sow sunbeams on the rock and moor, And find a harvest-home of light. Only A Moment Poet: P. B. Davis Only one little moment; All our work to be done - Sheaves of a life-time gathered, Victories lost or won. No time to be standing idle; No time to be gazing back To the flowers we leave ungathered- We can not retrace the track. No time for vain repining O'er battles we have lost; Nor after every conquest To sit and count the cost. No time for idle dreaming Of victories to be won, Of pleasures that may greet us When the moment's work is done. No time for hate and malice; No time for idle strife We've only just a moment In which to live a life. Only one little moment; All our work to be done - Sheaves of a life-time gathered, Victories lost or won. The Happy Life Poet: Thomas Campion The man of life upright, Whose guiltless heart is free From all dishonest deeds, Or thought of vanity; The man whose silent days In harmless joys are spent, Whom hopes cannot delude, Nor sorrow discontent, - That man needs neither towers Nor armour for defence. Nor secret vaults to fly From thunder's violence: He only can behold With unaffrighted eyes The horrors of the deep And terrors of the skies. Thus, scorning all the cares That fate or fortune brings, He makes the heaven his book, His wisdom heavenly things: Good thoughts his only friends, His wealth a well-spent age, The earth his sober inn And quiet pilgrimage. Life As A School Poet: Maltbie Davenport Babcock Lord, let me make this rule To think of life as school, And try my best To stand each test, And do my work, And nothing shirk. Should some one else outshine This dullard head of mine, Should I be sad? I will be glad, To do my best Is Thy behest. Some day the bell will sound, Some day my heart will bound, As with a shout That school is out, And lessons done, I homeward run. Real Life Poet: James Freeman Clarke To know that there are some souls, hearts and minds, Here and there who trust us and whom we trust: Some who know us and whom we know: Some on whom we can always rely and Who always rely upon us, Makes a paradise of this great world: This makes our life really life. It's Life Poet: Edgar A. Guest If your plans go wrong, as they sometimes will, And the hours seem long as you climb the hill; Remember, my friend, 'tis a part you play. You'll find in the end a brighter day. It's life. If a heart grows cold that warmed to you. And a friend you hold to be staunch and true Has faithless turned, take heart, my friend, 'Tis a lesson learned. With a bitter end. It's life. You may win great fame and wealth today; Or taste of shame and deep dismay. You may lose or gain, may rise or fall, Both joy and pain must come to all. It's life. For every smile there is a tear; For every mile both hope and fear; When some are gay some must be sad; Along our way are good and bad. It's life. Whatever may be your share of woe, Next day may see you come to know A joyful heart and perfect rest; So play your part and do your best. It's life. The Light He Leaves Poet: H. W. Longfellow Were a star quenched on high. For ages would its light, Still travelling downward from the sky, Shine on our mortal sight. So when a great man dies. For years beyond our ken, The light he leaves behind him lies Upon the paths of men. The Neighborly Man Poet: Edgar A. Guest Some are eager to be famous, some are striving to be great, Some are toiling to be leaders of their nation or their state, And in every man's ambition, if we only understood, There is much that's fine and splendid; every hope is mostly good. So I cling unto the notion that contented I will be If the men upon life's pathway find a needed friend in me. I rather like to putter 'round the walks and yards of life. To spray at night the roses that are burned and browned with strife; To eat a frugal dinner, but always to have a chair For the unexpected stranger that my simple meal would share. I don't care to be a traveler, I would rather be the one Sitting calmly by the roadside helping weary travelers on. I'd like to be a neighbor in the good old-fashioned way, Finding much to do for others, but not over much to say. I like to read the papers, but I do not yearn to see What the journal of the morning has been moved to say of me; In the silences and shadows I would live my life and die And depend for fond remembrance on some grateful passers-by. I guess I wasn't fashioned for the brilliant things of earth. Wasn't gifted much with talent or designed for special worth, But was just sent here to putter with life's little odds and ends And keep a simple corner where the stirring highway bends, And if folks should chance to linger, worn and weary through the day. To do some needed service and to cheer them on their way. Motive In Life by Stephen F. Herben What is your motive in life? Every life finds its chief inspiration somewhere. Perhaps it is to succeed? But what do you mean by success? Is it to gather together dollar after dollar; To stand in a conspicuous place in the social circle; To achieve some great result in invention, In commercial life, in art, in letters, in politics, in the professions; To indulge in the pleasure of the world life; Or is it to so live, that by the unhindered utterance Of the highest instincts and impulses of the heart, You shall make some permanent contribution toward the uplifting of men? The interpretation of life depends altogether upon the motive that inspires it. Life Journey Quotes What Is Life To You? Poet: Unknown To the preacher life's a sermon, To the joker life's a jest. To the miser life is money. To the loafer life is rest; To the lawyer life's a trial; To the poet life's a song; To the doctor life's a patient That needs treatment right along. To the soldier life's a battle, To the teacher life's a school. Life's a good thing to the grafter, It's a failure to the fool. To the man upon the engine Life's a long and heavy grade; It's a gamble to the gambler, To the mrechant life is trade. Life is but a long vacation To the man who loves his work; Life's an everlasting effort To shun duty, to the shirk. To the earnest Christian worker Life's a story ever new; Life is what we try to make it - Brother, what is life to you? Additional Poems About Life To Consider Waiting For Life To Begin A Balanced Life Life Mottos A Little Loving Simple Things Journey Of Life A listing of Poems (sorted by topic) To Encourage and Inspire Life is beautiful if we see it that way. We hope these poems give you thoughts on the essence of happiness and contentment that life can offer. Celebrate the gift of life! Life can be a struggle created by ourselves, as it all comes down to our attitude and how we see the world around us. May our collection of short poems about life be ones that you share with others. 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