11 Life Journey Poems

1. The Journey
   Poet Unknown
   
   You got to have some trouble in this rough old world of ours,
   You got to fight the bumblebee, sometimes to pick the flowers;
   Your going find fin' a heap of roughness in the rocky road,
   Before you get what you can rest and lay aside the load.
   But be humble, and don't grumble,
   Because you sometimes slip and stumble,
   And seems to drop behind the rest of all the hustlin' throng.
   Don't stop an' start a-whining
   And a-whimpering and a pinning,
   But pick your feet up, honey, and go traveling along.
   
   You may have fears of troubles that will hit you hard someday,
   But they're bound to catch you if you halt along the way.
   You got to keep a moving. Some are fast and some are slow.
   But all that's looked for from you is to do the best you know.
   So don't you wait and worry,
   If you fall down in your hurry,
   And never mind the chaffing
   And the hollering and the laughing,
   Just pull yourself together as you hum a little song,
   But pick your feet up, honey, and go travelling along.




Attitude Poems



2. A Journey
   Poet: Dr. M. Coleman Harris
   
   Life is like a journey
   Taken on a train
   With a pair of travellers
   At each windowpane.
   I may sit beside you
   All the journey through,
   Or I may sit elsewhere
   Never knowing you.
   But if fate should make me
   To sit by your side,
   Let’s be pleasant travelers;
   It’s so short a ride.




3. A Purpose
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   Looking around the world, big and small,
   Every one of us is on a journey to help all.
   A purpose to fulfill, a role to play in society.
   An opportunity to excel, not for anxiety!
   
   We have special gifts, each one of us;
   Our life is truly a precious trust!
   On life's journey find love and grace;
   Life is meant to be lived, it is not a race.




Poems About Purpose



4. Life's Journey
   Poet: Ella Wheeler Wilcox
   
   As we speed out of youth's sunny station
   The track seems to shine in the light,
   But it suddenly shoots over chasms
   Or sinks into tunnels of night.
   And the hearts that were brave in the morning
   Are filled with repining and fears,
   As they pause at the City of Sorrow
   Or pass through the Valley of Tears.
   
   But the road of this perilous journey
   The hand of the Master has made;
   With all its discomforts and dangers,
   We need not be sad or afraid.
   Paths leading from light into darkness,
   Ways plunging from gloom to despair,
   Wind out through the tunnels of midnight
   To fields that are blooming and fair.
   
   Though the rocks and the shadows surround us,
   Though we catch not one gleam of the day,
   Above us fair cities are laughing,
   And dipping white feet in some bay.
   And always, eternal, for ever,
   Down over the hills in the west,
   The last final end of our journey,
   There lies the great Station of Rest.
   
   'Tis the Grand Central point of all railways,
   All roads unite here when they end;
   'Tis the final resort of all tourists,
   All rival lines meet here and blend.
   All tickets, all seasons, all passes,
   If stolen or begged for or bought,
   On whatever road or division,
   Will bring you at last to this spot.
   
   If you pause at the City of Trouble,
   Or wait in the Valley of Tears,
   Be patient, the train will move onward,
   And rush down the track of the years.
   Whatever the place is you seek for,
   Whatever your game or your quest,
   You shall come at the last with rejoicing
   To the beautiful City of Rest.
   
   You shall store all your baggage of worries,
   You shall feel perfect peace in this realm,
   You shall sail with old friends on fair waters,
   With joy and delight at the helm.
   You shall wander in cool, fragrant gardens
   With those who have loved you the best,
   And the hopes that were lost in life's journey
   You shall find in the City of Rest.




Train Of Life Poem



5. Silver And Gold
   Poet: Unknown
   
   Get of this life I shall never take
   Things of silver and gold I make.
   
   All that I cherish and hoard away,
   After I leave, on earth must stay.
   
   All that I gather and all that I keep,
   I must leave behind when I fall asleep.
   
   And I often wonder what I shall own
   In the other life when I pass along.
   
   What shall they find and what shall they see
   In the soul that answers the call for me?
   
   Shall the Great Judge learn, when my task is through,
   That my spirit has gathered some riches, too?
   
   Or shall at the last it be mine to find
   That all I'd worked for I'd left behind?




6. Roses and Sunshine
   Poet: Edgar A. Guest
   
   Rough is the road I am journeying now,
   Heavy the burden I'm bearing to-day;
   But I'm humming a song, as I wander along,
   And I smile at the roses that nod by the way.
   Red roses sweet,
   Blooming there at my feet,
   Just dripping with honey and perfume and cheer;
   What a weakling I'd be
   If I tried not to see
   The joy and the comfort you bring to us here.
   
   Just tramping along o'er the highway of life,
   Knowing not what's ahead but still doing my best;
   And I sing as I go, for my soul seems to know
   In the end I shall come to the valley of rest.
   With the sun in my face
   And the roses to grace
   The roads that I travel, what have I to fear?
   What a coward I'd be
   If I tried not to see
   The roses of hope and the sunshine of cheer.




Poems About Hope



7. Our Journey
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, © 2020
   
   Our journey through life has its ups and downs
   Sometimes feelings of being sad and others of a clown
   We all have highs and the lows
   Many happy times and times of sorrow.
   
   But there is one factor that makes a difference
   It is the attitude of your preference.
   Do you look for the good or do you see the bad
   Your attitude determines whether you're happy or sad.
   
   Our journey can be negative or it can be positive
   Is just depends on our life perspective.
   No matter what happens, no matter the time
   Find the good and upward you will climb.
   
   Life is too short to sit and moan
   Seize the good and it can change your life tone
   Our journey through life can be a happy one
   A positive attitude can bring more fun!




Positive Poems



8. Life And Moods
   Poet: Patience Strong
   
   Moods will lead you such a dance -
   If you just give them half a chance.
   They'll lift you up and fling you down.
   They'll turn a smile into a frown.
   They'll drive you into black despairs.
   They'll creep upon you unaware...
   Your friends will drop you one by one -
   no wonder, for there's not much fun -
   in people who are bright and gay -
   and dull, and bored with life, next day...
   So don't be swayed by each new mood...
   Just throw them off, or they'll intrude -
   and spoil some bright and happy hour...
   For you, yourself, give them power.




Poems About Being Happy



9. It's The Journey That's Important...
   Poet: John McLeod
   
   Life, sometimes so wearying
   Is worth its weight in gold
   The experience of traveling
   Lends a wisdom that is old
   Beyond our 'living memory'
   A softly spoken prayer:
   
   "It's the journey that's important,
   Not the getting there!"
   
   Ins and outs and ups and downs
   Life's road meanders aimlessly?
   Or so it seems, but somehow
   Leads us where we need to be,
   And being simply human
   We oft question and compare...
   
   "Is the journey so important
   Or the getting there?"
   
   And thus it's always been
   That question pondered down the ages
   By simple men with simple ways
   To wise and ancient sages...
   How sweet then, quietly knowing
   Reaching destination fair:
   
   "It's the journey that's important,
   Not the getting there!"




Life Journey Quotes



10. These Would I Keep
    Poet: Lida Marie Erwin
    
    These would I keep: My faith in men,
    Though one may stumble now and then -
    A faith which helps me still to see
    What God intends a man to be.
    
    A cheery heart, in spite of fate;
    The strength to work, the patience to wait;
    A hand that lifts a brother up
    And shares with him the bitter cup.
    
    A spirit calm, despite the storm.
    Which sees through clouds, the stalwart form
    Of Him who stilled the maddened wave -
    Is ever near to help and save.
    
    The optimism childhood had;
    The simple trust that made me glad;
    The beauty of life in its crimson dawn -
    These would I keep as I journey on.




Optimistic Poems



11. The Light Of A Cheerful Heart
    Poet: Max Ehrmann
    
    I tell you that you and I and the commonest
    person are all journeying the same way,
    hemmed in by the same narrow path,
    leading to the eternal years.
    
    We pride ourselves over our particular superiority;
    but really there is little difference between us;
    
    And in this journey over the thousand hills and
    valleys called life, he is wisest who is
    patient where the way is hard, has faith when
    he does not understand, and carries into the
    dark places the light of a cheerful heart.