Life's Brighter Side
Poet:John Imrie'Tis better to smile than to frown,
'Tis better to laugh than to cry;
Then, don't let your spirits get down,
And never say "fail" tho' you die!
Though trouble like mountains arise.
And fortune seems hard to attain,
Look hopefully up to the skies,
For sunshine will come after rain.
Those taught in adversity's school
Are braver and better by far;
The cowardly man, as a rule,
Is not to be trusted in war.
A brave heart is sure to succeed,
The weak one will go to the wall;
And God will assist those indeed
Who help themselves up when they fall.
If in love affections are bent,
And wooing is met with disdain,
Bear up with apparent content,
And time will restore you again
The world is more full of joy
Than most people care to admit;
If usefully time you'll employ.
Life's trials won't hurt you a bit!
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Wisdom About Life
Poet: UnknownIt takes years to build up trust, but only seconds to destroy it.
You can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes.
After that you'd better know something.
Don't compare yourself to the best others can do,
But to the best you can do.
It's not what happens to people that's important.
It's what they do about it.
Always leave loved ones with loving words.
It may be the last time you see them.
You control your attitude or it controls you.
It isn't always enough to be forgiven by others.
Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
Your background and circumstances may have influenced who you are,
But you are responsible for who you become.
Even if you do the right thing for the wrong reason,
It's still the wrong thing to do.
Poems of Encouragement
Life's Motive
Poet: Nixon WatermanLove is the orgin, the end;
And man, amid his toil must trace,
Where all his prayers and wishes blend,
The beauty of a woman's face.
In all he dreams in all he does
His being's inward eye must see
The presence of a love that was
A love that is, or is to be.
Look For
Catherine Pulsifer ©2008When all seems doom
Don't despair
Look for the good
It is in the air
Friends Are Like Gold
B. RiversPeople come and people go
True friends will show
When you are low
Treasure these souls
For they are like gold
True Friendship Poems
To My Valentine
Poet: Berton BraleyWith all your faults I love you still,
With all your faults I always will.
But if I should endeavor to
Point out those very faults to you,
Saying, "Herein is where you're wrong,"
I doubt if you would love me long.
And if you started in detailing
My each and every little failing,
All listed--it is understood--
Exclusively for my own good,
I'd find, although you summed them rightly,
My love evaporating slightly
With all our faults we love each other;
But pointing out to one another
Exactly where and how we err
Won't boost love's ante, as it were.
We have our faults, but, darling, pray
Let's leave 'em lay, let's leave 'em lay!
Forgive And Forget
Poet: Jo DeeproseForgive and forget
the mistakes people make
We’ve all fallen guilty to
giving less then we take
Share love, laughter and positive feelings
And you'll begin to see that life is worth living!
Forgiveness Poems
Welcome To The New Year
Poet: Douglas MallochBells of the forest, ring all your changes! —
Give us your merriest, cheeriest chime;
The new-bom prince of the House of Time.
Northern cedar and southern lime.
Yield of your perfume, your incense olden:
Wood nymphs, weave your harmonious rime!
Sunrise, light all your candles golden!
Bells of the forest, ring your cheer!
Hail to the monarch, the Glad New Year!
Lemonade
Poet: John F Zurn, © 1995Lukewarm lemonade in a dixie cup.
The little girl who made the batch,
must have fouled it up.
Much too sweet and watered down,
It wasn’t worth a dime.
But as I sipped, she looked so sweet,
I said it tasted fine.
Her cardboard sign was cluttered up,
I drank and read the jingles.
“Ten sense ech” and “whil it lazts”
(I paid her with a single)
She stood there half bewildered,
Her smile became a frown.
She said she couldn’t change the bill,
Her folks were not around.
I watched her struggle counting change,
And then she gave a sigh.
She asked me softly, in distress,
if I could multiply.
But when I told her “keep the change"
A smile came to her face.
And then I knew, at least the day, Hadn’t gone to waste.
Content
Poet: Fanny CrosbyOh, what a happy child I am,
Although I cannot see!
I am resolved that in this world
Contented I will be!
Poems About Contentment
The Grandparents
Poet: Wilhelmina StitchAt this, the sweetest season of the year,
I love to watch, wherever I may be,
the grand-dads and the grannies, all so dear,
choosing the toys to hang upon the tree.
Ah! see them gaze into each other's eyes.
Their children's children! Buying toys for them!
Such love as theirs the flight of time defies and Happiness gives each her diadem.
A charming sight, indeed it is,
to see grandparents choosing for the Christmas Tree.
You Got To Sing
Poets: Susanna Clark, Richard LeighYou got to sing like you don't need the money
Love like you'll never get hurt
You got to dance like nobody's watchin'
It's gotta come from the heart
If you want it to work.
Curly Locks
Poet: Edgar A. GuestCurly locks, what do you know of the world,
And what do your brown eyes see?
Has your baby mind been able to find
One thread of the mystery?
Do you know of the sorrow and pain that lie
In the realms that you've never seen?
Have you even guessed of the great unrest
In the world where you've never been?
Curly locks, what do you know of the world
And what do you see in the skies?
When you solemnly stare at the world out there
Can you see where the future lies?
What wonderful thoughts are you thinking now?
Can it be that you really know
That beyond your youth there are joy and ruth,
On the way that you soon must go?
Paradoxical
Poet: Edgar A. Guest"Guard every minute well," he said,
"For time is never cheap;
Save every second that you can,
But late hours do not keep."
Poems About Time
The Kitchen
Poet UnknownA Home is made of many rooms to rest, to sleep, to shower,
To play, and read, and talk a lot, do hobbies by the hour.
But the kitchen, ah, the kitchen is a room that's made of dreams
Of fantasies...created by a love of cooking schemes.
To touch, to smell, to visualize, the wonders that occur...
And then to taste, and then to taste results of things that were made.
At one time just "ingredients", in their places on the shelves
But become a wondrous mixture As though transformed by elves.
Yes, a home is made of many rooms, each one has it's pleasures
But the kitchen is the best of all for finding hidden treasures.
