Life poems
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"Goldie Pinklesweet..."
© Roald Dahl
"Attention please! Attention please!
Don't dare to talk! Don't dare to sneeze!
Don't doze or daydream! Stay awake!
Your health, your very life's at stake!
Hoho, you say, they can't mean me.
Haha, we answer, wait and see.
Gone
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Another hand is beckoning us,
Another call is given;
And glows once more with Angel-steps
The path which reaches Heaven.
Reflections - II.
© Samuel Rogers
Alas, to our discomfort and his own,
Oft are the greatest talents to be found
In a fool's keeping. For what else is he,
What else is he, however worldly wise,
Make Me No Grave
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
Make me no grave within that quiet place
Where friends shall sadly view the grassy mound,
Politely solemn for a little space,
As though the spirit slept beneath the ground.
Heaven, 1963 by Kim Noriega: American Life in Poetry #120 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
He's standing in our yard on Porter Road
beneath the old chestnut tree.
He's wearing sunglasses,
a light cotton shirt,
and a dreamy expression.
Sonnet 65: Love By Sure Proof
© Sir Philip Sidney
Love by sure proof I may call thee unkind,
That giv'st no better ear to my just cries:
Thou whom to me such my good turns should bind,
As I may well recount, but none can prize:
Grandpa's Christmas
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In his great cushioned chair by the fender
An old man sits dreaming to-night,
The Goal.
© Arthur Henry Adams
ON the grey levels of the plain of life
When, slowly swirled,
The moving hills of morning mist
Hedged in the world
The Wish
© Rachel Elizabeth Patterson
I do not wish thee worldly wealth-
For it may flee away;
I do not wish thee beauty's charms-
For they will soon decay.
I Slept, And Dreamed That Life Was Beauty
© Louisa May Alcott
"I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty;
I woke, and found that life was duty.
Was thy dream then a shadowy lie?
Toil on, sad heart, courageously,
And thou shall find thy dream to be
A noonday light and truth to thee."
Lachlan Side
© Henry Lawson
REGION of damper and junk and tea,
Region of pastures wide!
The fairest spots in the world to me
Are out on the Lachlan Side.
The Bankers Secret
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
The reader paused,--the Teacups knew his ways,--
He, like the rest, was not averse to praise.
Voices and hands united; every one
Joined in approval: "Number Three, well done!"
Sea-Shore Musings
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
How oft Ive longed to gaze on thee,
Thou proud and mighty deep!
From the Forests
© Henry Kendall
Where in a green, moist, myrtle dell
The torrent voice rings strong
And clear, above a star-bright well,
I write this woodland song.
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto III.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
III A Paradox
To tryst Love blindfold goes, for fear
He should not see, and eyeless night
He chooses still for breathing near
Beauty, that lives but in the sight.
Late Fragment
© Raymond Carver
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
Mountains
© Henry Kendall
Rifted mountains, clad with forests, girded round by gleaming pines,
Where the morning, like an angel, robed in golden splendour shines;
