QUIET RELIANCE POEM In the quiet hush where dawnlight glows, I lay my thoughts where stillness grows. Among the leaves my longings fall, A silent wish, the softest call. May storms within you find their peace, And let the weight of sorrow cease. Let love descend like...
Our Garden of Forever Poem by Hannah Morales https://youtu.be/lmZP3osqoSA Amid the blooms your hand finds mine,A bond eternal, pure and divine.Through gentle days and trials deepOur vows are roots that never sleep.Like butterflies in morning air,Our love takes flight...
The Language by Robert Creeley Locate Ilove you some-where inteeth and eyes, bite it buttake care not to hurt, you want somuch so little. Words say everything.Ilove youagain,then what is emptiness for. Tofill, fill.I heard words and words fullof holes aching. Speech...
Im Not Really 60 by Ms M J Hill That's not my age; it's just not true. My heart is young; the time just flew. I'm staring at this strange old face, And someone else is in my place! My body's not in disrepair. I've not much grey in my brown hair. I sometimes feel a...
The Ballad Of Rum by Peter R Wolveridge A dog wandered into our garden one day,A friendly old mutt, didn't look like a stray.We never discovered whence he had come,But we brushed him and fed him and the kids called him Rum. Now as family members, even dogs must work...
Ode Written On The First Of January by Robert Southey Come melancholy Moralizer—come!Gather with me the dark and wintry wreath; With me engarland now The SEPULCHRE OF TIME!Come Moralizer to the funeral song!I pour the dirge of the Departed Days, For well the funeral...
The Road Not Taken Poem by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,And having...
In “Why Do I Love You Sir,” Emily Dickinson explores love’s irrational nature. She compares love to natural phenomena like the wind and lightning, emphasizing that true affection does not require explanation. The poem suggests that love exists beyond reason, embraced through its innate, unspoken power and beauty.
Maya Angelou’s “Remembrance Poem” captures the profound longing and intimate connection between lovers. The poem evokes the warmth of shared moments, emphasizing physical touch and emotional resonance. Through vivid imagery, it conveys the speaker’s yearning for the lingering essence of love, highlighting the transformative power of intimacy and memory.
"Invictus" is a short poem by English poet William Ernest Henley. Henley wrote it in 1875, and in 1888 he published it in his first volume of poems, Book of Verses, in the section titled "Life and Death".
INVICTUS 👏🙏
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul
Can't is the worst word that's written or spoken; Doing more harm here than slander and lies; On it is many a strong spirit broken, And with it many a good purpose dies. It springs from the lips of the thoughtless each morning And robs us of courage we need through the day: It rings in our ears like a timely-sent warning And laughs when we falter and fall by the way.
Can't is the father of feeble endeavor, The parent of terror and half-hearted work; It weakens the efforts of artisans clever, And makes of the toiler an indolent shirk. It poisons the soul of the man with a vision, It stifles in infancy many a plan; It greets honest toiling with open derision And mocks at the hopes and the dreams of a man.
Can't is a word none should speak without blushing; To utter it should be a symbol of shame; Ambition and courage it daily is crushing; It blights a man's purpose and shortens his aim. Despise it with all of your hatred of error; Refuse it the lodgment it seeks in your brain; Arm against it as a creature of terror, And all that you dream of you some day shall gain.
Can't is the word that is foe to ambition, An enemy ambushed to shatter your will; Its prey is forever the man with a mission And bows but to courage and patience and skill. Hate it, with hatred that's deep and undying, For once it is welcomed 'twill break any man; Whatever the goal you are seeking, keep trying And answer this demon by saying: "I can."
