Life poems
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Christmas
© Virna Sheard
With all the little children, far and near,
God wot! to-day we'll sing a song of cheer!
To rosy lips and eyes, that know not guile,
We one and all will give back smile for smile;
And for the sake of all the small and gay
We will be children also for to-day.
My Beloved
© Rabia al Basri
My peace, O my brothers and sisters, is my solitude,
And my Beloved is with me always,
Constancy In Inconstancy
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
An Old Mans Confession
SHE has a large still heart--this lady of mine,
(Not mine, i'faith! nor would I that she were
She walks this world of ours like Grecian nymph,
Looking East
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
LITTLE white clouds, why are you flying
Over the sky so blue and cold?
Fair faint hopes, why are you lying
Over my heart like a white cloud's fold?
Prothalamion
© Horace Smith
Go, like St. Simon, on your lonely tower,
Wish to make all men good, but want the power.
Freedom you'll have, but still will lack the thrall,--
The bond of sympathy, which binds us all.
Children and wives are hostages to fame,
But aids and helps in every useful aim.
Inscriptions on a Sun-Dial
© John Greenleaf Whittier
For Dr Henry L Bowditch
With warning hand I mark Time's rapid
Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters - Part The First
© Francis Thompson
The leaves dance, the leaves sing,
The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.
The New Days
© Edgar Albert Guest
The old days, the old days, how oft the poets sing,
The days of hope at dewy morn, the days of early spring,
The Path Of Life
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
So along the path we wanderedoh! the bliss of those short hours!
Youth and Hope and Joy together 'mid the everblooming flowers
That on life's smooth path were glowing soft beneath my naked feet,
Till I envied nought in Heaven, thinking here my lot complete.
Poem For The Dedication Of The Fountain At Stratford-On-Avon
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
PRESENTED BY GEORGE W. CHILDS, OF PHILADELPHIA
WELCOME, thrice welcome is thy silvery gleam,
The Orange-Peel In The Gutter
© Mathilde Blind
BEHOLD, unto myself I said,
This place how dull and desolate,
The Nation Builders
© George Essex Evans
A handful of workers seeking the star of a strong intent -
A handful of heroes scattered to conquer a continent -
The Hedger
© William Barnes
Upon the hedge theäse bank did bear,
Wi' lwonesome thought untwold in words,
Tyranny.
© Sidney Lanier
"Spring-germs, spring-germs,
I charge you by your life, go back to death.
This glebe is sick, this wind is foul of breath.
Stay: feed the worms.
"A boat beneath a sunny sky"
© Lewis Carroll
A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July
Till Deathis narrow Loving
© Emily Dickinson
Till Deathis narrow Loving
The scantest Heart extant
Will hold you till your privilege
Of Finitenessbe spent
Bankruptcy Hearing by Dana Bisignani : American Life in Poetry #260 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2
© Ted Kooser
These days are brim full of bad news about our economy-businesses closing, people losing their houses, their jobs. If there’s any comfort in a situation like this, it’s in the fact that there’s a big community of sufferers. Here’s a poem by Dana Bisignani, who lives in Indiana, that describes what it feels like to sit through a bankruptcy hearing.
Bankruptcy Hearing
An Epistle To Fleetwood Shephard, Esq. Burleigh, May 14, 1689
© Matthew Prior
Sir,
As once a twelvemonth to the priest,
