Nothing is impossible for man, but it is sad that he does not believe in himself that he has so many powers. If a man goes into the depths of his mind, then by recognizing his powers and using them, he can make even the impossible work possible. These poems will help you to move forward in life.
These Life and Living Poems will make you strong from inside and will give you courage no matter how difficult the situation is. If you want to do something in life then these Life and Living Poems will help you to reach your destination.
If— Poem By Rudyard Kipling
If You Can Keep Your Head When All About You
Are Losing Theirs And Blaming It On You,
If You Can Trust Yourself When All Men Doubt You,
But Make Allowance For Their Doubting Too;
If You Can Wait And Not Be Tired By Waiting,
Or Being Lied About, Don’t Deal In Lies,
Or Being Hated, Don’t Give Way To Hating,
And Yet Don’t Look Too Good, Nor Talk Too Wise:
If You Can Dream—And Not Make Dreams Your Master;
If You Can Think—And Not Make Thoughts Your Aim;
If You Can Meet With Triumph And Disaster
And Treat Those Two Impostors Just The Same;
If You Can Bear To Hear The Truth You’ve Spoken
Twisted By Knaves To Make A Trap For Fools,
Or Watch The Things You Gave Your Life To, Broken,
And Stoop And Build ’Em Up With Worn-Out Tools
The Raven Poem By Edgar Allan Poe
Once Upon A Midnight Dreary, While I Pondered, Weak And Weary,
Over Many A Quaint And Curious Volume Of Forgotten Lore—
While I Nodded, Nearly Napping, Suddenly There Came A Tapping,
As Of Some One Gently Rapping, Rapping At My Chamber Door.
“’Tis Some Visitor,” I Muttered, “Tapping At My Chamber Door—
Only This And Nothing More.”
Ah, Distinctly I Remember It Was In The Bleak December;
And Each Separate Dying Ember Wrought Its Ghost Upon The Floor.
Eagerly I Wished The Morrow;—Vainly I Had Sought To Borrow
From My Books Surcease Of Sorrow—Sorrow For The Lost Lenore—
For The Rare And Radiant Maiden Whom The Angels Name Lenore—
Nameless Here For Evermore.
A Visit from Poem By Clement Clarke Moore
“Twas The Night Before Christmas, When All Through The House
Not A Creature Was Stirring, Not Even A Mouse;
The Stockings Were Hung By The Chimney With Care,
In Hopes That St. Nicholas Soon Would Be There;
The Children Were Nestled All Snug In Their Beds;
While Visions Of Sugar-Plums Danced In Their Heads;
And Mamma In Her ‘Kerchief, And I In My Cap,
Had Just Settled Our Brains For A Long Winter’s Nap,
When Out On The Lawn There Arose Such A Clatter,
I Sprang From My Bed To See What Was The Matter.
Away To The Window I Flew Like A Flash,
The Charge of the Light Brigade Poem
Half A League, Half A League,
Half A League Onward,
All In The Valley Of Death
Rode The Six Hundred.
“Forward, The Light Brigade!
Charge For The Guns!” He Said.
Into The Valley Of Death
Rode The Six Hundred.
“Forward, The Light Brigade!”
Was There A Man Dismayed?
Not Though The Soldier Knew
Someone Had Blundered.
Theirs Not To Make Reply,
Theirs Not To Reason Why,
Theirs But To Do And Die.
Into The Valley Of Death
Rode The Six Hundred.
The Waste Land Poem By T. S. Eliot
April Is The Cruellest Month, Breeding
Lilacs Out Of The Dead Land, Mixing
Memory And Desire, Stirring
Dull Roots With Spring Rain.
Winter Kept Us Warm, Covering
Earth In Forgetful Snow, Feeding
A Little Life With Dried Tubers.
Summer Surprised Us, Coming Over The Starnbergersee
With A Shower Of Rain; We Stopped In The Colonnade,
And Went On In Sunlight, Into The Hofgarten,
And Drank Coffee, And Talked For An Hour.
Bin Gar Keine Russin, Stamm’ Aus Litauen, Echt Deutsch.
And When We Were Children, Staying At The Archduke’s,
My Cousin’s, He Took Me Out On A Sled,
And I Was Frightened. He Said, Marie,
Marie, Hold On Tight. And Down We Went.
In The Mountains, There You Feel Free.
I Read, Much Of The Night, And Go South In The Winter.
Fire and Ice Poem By Robert Frost
Some Say The World Will End In Fire,
Some Say In Ice.
From What I’ve Tasted Of Desire
I Hold With Those Who Favor Fire.
But If It Had To Perish Twice,
I Think I Know Enough Of Hate
To Say That For Destruction Ice
Is Also Great
And Would Suffice.
In Flanders Fields Poem
In Flanders Fields The Poppies Blow
Between The Crosses, Row On Row,
That Mark Our Place; And In The Sky
The Larks, Still Bravely Singing, Fly
Scarce Heard Amid The Guns Below.
We Are The Dead. Short Days Ago
We Lived, Felt Dawn, Saw Sunset Glow,
Loved And Were Loved, And Now We Lie,
In Flanders Fields.
Harlem Poem By Langston Hughes
What Happens To A Dream Deferred?
Does It Dry Up
Like A Raisin In The Sun?
Or Fester Like A Sore—
And Then Run?
Does It Stink Like Rotten Meat?
Or Crust And Sugar Over—
Like A Syrupy Sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
The Tyger Poem
Tyger Tyger, Burning Bright,
In The Forests Of The Night;
What Immortal Hand Or Eye,
Could Frame Thy Fearful Symmetry?
In What Distant Deeps Or Skies.
Burnt The Fire Of Thine Eyes?
On What Wings Dare He Aspire?
What The Hand, Dare Seize The Fire?
O Captain! My Captain! Poem By Walt Whitman
O Captain! My Captain! Our Fearful Trip Is Done,
The Ship Has Weather’d Every Rack, The Prize We Sought Is Won,
The Port Is Near, The Bells I Hear, The People All Exulting,
While Follow Eyes The Steady Keel, The Vessel Grim And Daring;
But O Heart! Heart! Heart!
O The Bleeding Drops Of Red,
Where On The Deck My Captain Lies,
Fallen Cold And Dead.
The Will To Win Poem
If you want a thing bad enough
To go out and fight for it,
Work day and night for it,
Give up your time and your peace and
your sleep for it
If only desire of it
Makes you quite mad enough
Never to tire of it,
Makes you hold all other things tawdry
and cheap for it
When I Die Poem
When I die
when my coffin
is being taken out
you must never think
i am missing this world
don’t shed any tears
don’t lament or
i’m not falling
into a monster’s abyss
when you see
my corpse is being carried
don’t cry for my leaving
i’m not leaving
i’m arriving at eternal love
No Fear Poem
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Love Is Enough Poem
Love is enough: though the World be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder
Do Not Love Half Lovers Poem
Do not love half lovers
Do not entertain half friends
Do not indulge in works of the half talented
Do not live half a life and do not die a half death
If you choose silence, then be silent
When you speak, do so until you are finished
Do not silence yourself to say something
And do not speak to be silent
If you accept, then express it bluntly
Do not mask it
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Think Happy Thoughts Poem
Think happy thoughts!
Think sunshine all the day;
Refuse to let the trifling worries stay,
Crowd them with thoughts of laughter from your mind.
Think of the good, forget the bad you find,
Think of the sun behind the clouds; the blue
And not the gray skies that you view.
Think of the kindness not the meanness shown,
The true friends not the false ones you have known;
The joy and not the hatred of the strife,
The sweetness not the bitterness of life.
Think happy thoughts!
A Tear And A Smile Poem By Khalil Gibran
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.
I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
Of life’s secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.
A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.
A Psalm of Life Poem
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
O Me! O Life! Poem By Walt Whitman
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Lose yourself Poem By Rumi
Lose yourself in this love.
When you lose yourself in this love,
you will find everything.
Do not fear this loss,
For you will rise from the earth
and embrace the endless heavens.
Escape from this earthly form,
For this body is a chain
and you are its prisoner.
Smash through the prison wall
and walk outside with the kings and princes.