Life
Life, believe, is not a dream,
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day:
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
Oh, why lament its fall?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life's sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily,
Enjoy them as they fly.
What though death at times steps in,
And calls our Best away?
What though Sorrow seems to win,
O'er hope a heavy sway?
Yet Hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell,
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfuly, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell dispair!
poem by Charlotte Brontë from Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846)
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Life (inspired by Charlotte Bronte)
life is like the sea
that reverberates with the waves
in the calm of morn, in the first light
when a breeze freshens up
every cell, builds up
tiny waves the way ink brush
creates ripples in water
the painter dips into
for his next masterpiece
spring of life - childhood
who every minute seeks
a new adventure sweet or sour
happenings that would spring up
from the mighty ocean of the mind
in later years for a poem or two
life is like the sea
when the strong wind
begins to show its force
unfurling the massive calm
which this morning
was a mirror
of the clear blue sky
growing up the innocent child
makes his departure day by day
from its new master
signed to a tough new world
world of the fittest
the waves that toss everywhere
the mind, the physique, ruffling
the once gentle carefree joyous heart
the onslaught of each wave
that soon makes childhood
a foreign element, some treasure island
we leave behind to move to another
this time giving us the angst
a world pulling us from so many angles
making this abode almost an inhabitable world
the strong winds sweeping
the sea in so many directions
trails the wind, builds up a momentum
to let go itself in a sigh, builds up again
to let go itself in a sigh,
our adult life so full new trials and tribulations
we take zealously in our stride
life is like the sea
at dusk as the warm breeze blows
the sea glows, glitters in striking luminuous lines
brings us to a reminscent mood
where we look through, reflect on our life
savouring the ups and lows with equal delight
as the coconut leaves rustling to a collected atmosphere
life is like the sea
old age
the full moon that pulls in the tide
dances over it
wisdom that comes with age
gives the septuagenerian
something to celebrate
shout about
a bottle of vintage wine
in his hands as he dances his way to
church out of the sea of life
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Life
LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life's sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily,
Enjoy them as they fly!
What though Death at times steps in
And calls our Best away?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O'er hope, a heavy sway?
Yet hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair!
Charlotte Bronte
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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In Death Even Death We Slay
In life we must always boldly face
all obstacles, all storms, come what may?
Life can be so dark so utterly grim
but upon, your chosen course, be sure to stay.
Inclement weather may hound us
it is true, in an earlier, troublesome younger day.
But if we can survive the storms the trials
continue, to struggle on, a better tomorrow is our pay.
Death does step in causing sorrow
casting hope down, at times, I know this you will say.
But hope’s buoyant elastic renewal
unconquered; with golden wings, is strong enough to carry despair away.
Stand strong with courage bear all well
sunny hours of delight, and joy, are surely on their heavenly way.
Death sometimes seems to win but conquered
manfully fearlessly; gloriously victoriously, in death even death we slay.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hit The Road
Hit the road with courage and hope
And learn more ways in life to cope
For weaks not but only brave survive
In this hard and tough days of life
For pleasure and joy, sorrow and pain
All come unexpected like the rain
And make you feel down or blue
And sometimes as bright as the rainbow hue
So pick being happy and enjoy your day
With all life's fun on all possible ways
And learn more waya with life to cope
And the road with courage and hope.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Hope ''Spiritual Grace
Time goes on,
Will not stop for me nor for you.
Hope is the one, that keeps on moving us.
Yes that's true.
True is the fact,
Hope has 'spiritual grace'.
Embedded with strength and courage,
Guide us to run in the race.
Let your hope never die,
Never let it remain away from you.
Hope is the strength,
Strength to run your life all through.
Never feel lonely, never feel sad,
Let hope be there with you, to make you feel glad.
Life is beautiful,
at times life gets tough,
Hope is the one that keeps you strong,
No matter how life gets rough.
May 'Hope' remain be by your side,
May it never gets apart from you.
May it be your strength,
May every dream, every desire of you come true.
poem by Priya Arora
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Broken For The Last Time
Was I the cause of my fall.
Did I let him ruin me
Like a mirror that fell I was down on the floor with nothing but pieces of myself only too sore.
Quickly I mend myself trying to not show any signs.
Was it the last time?
Somebody show me a sign, will this life ever be mine. All I hope is that I was broke for the last time.
I'm not even that pretty anymore. My smile is filled with nothing but cracks
I so wonder every night what I lack.
Whatever did I do to deserve this is the only question that permeates my mind.
Nothing I ever do is right. I can do it all but fight.
I've lost the energy to continue mending myself. I never chose this way.
It changed a bright day to gloom, a sunny morning to a dark night, twisted my every dream.
I have long been hoping to escape this situation.
With all hope I have.... May I be broken for the last time.
poem by Sinomhlobo Marwanqa
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Poem Of Hope
Life is hope.
Hope of being happy in life.
Hope of being adjusting in life.
Hope of being able to achieve achievements in life.
Hope of being cared by some-one in life.
Hope of being loved by some-one in life.
Hope of being nice to every-one in life.
Hope of being responsible to loved-one in life.
Hope of light to see in darkness.
Hope of sunshine after the rain.
Hope of help in time of troubles.
Hope of wind in time of grief.
Hope of being alive to fulfill our duties.
Hope of joy to overcome sadness.
Hope of encouragement to overcome fear.
Hope of getting hope in life is hope.
poem by Neelapu Suresh
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Hope Again
HOPE AGAIN
Hope again.
What are without Hope?
If we cannot Hope
We cannot live.
And what do we need to hope for?
A small thing?
A crust of bread?
Any dream that helps us believe in ourselves again?
The morning light-
Beauty Truth Goodness.
A word of kindness.
Love true Love.
The greatest and the smallest things.
Hope gives us life
We need hope to live
Thank God for all the times in my life when unending despair ended
And Hope has begun again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Silent Steps
Have you not heard his silent steps?
He comes, comes, ever comes.
Every moment and every age,
every day and every night he comes, comes, ever comes.
Many a song have I sung in many a mood of mind,
but all their notes have always proclaimed,
`He comes, comes, ever comes.'
In the fragrant days of sunny April through the forest path he comes,
comes, ever comes.
In the rainy gloom of July nights on the thundering chariot of clouds
he comes, comes, ever comes.
In sorrow after sorrow it is his steps that press upon my heart,
and it is the golden touch of his feet that makes my joy to shine.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Hope
Without hope the human race would simply not exist.
There would be no pain, no fate, no destiny or death.
For hope is a part of life itself, it defines the human race.
Without it doom would engulf our very existance.
Pain, sorrow and despair only serve to breed new hope.
Even as man's destructive war machine rages there is hope.
Hope for a life bereft of hunger, hatred and prejudice.
Or even a hope to die a swift and painless death.
All of mans dreams are born upon the wings of hope...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Hope (2)
Hope is what comes in the dark of the night
Hope is what whispers 'It will all be alright.'
Hope can blaze like a fire in the heart
Hope can reach across worlds set apart
Hope when lost can bring a world to the ground
Hope when forgotten can be silence amongst sound
Hope if not reached for is unlikely to be there
Hope if searched for can be found anywhere
Hope is a beacon
In a raging, stormy sea
Lighting a pathway
Leading you to be free
Hope is a ladder
From a pit full of death
An oxygen mask
Saving your final breath
Hope is a blaring sound as the world does crumble
Hope is a safe fall should you ever trip and stumble
Hope once found can stay forever, spead and grow
A protective shield against whatever life may throw
Hope is not just a shield, though
It is also the sword
The mightiest weapon one can brandish
The cheapest to hoard
Hope can split into many; strength and courage not least
Hope can be the poisoned wine in an enemy's feast
Hope, if lost, can always be regained if you believe
Hope never lets you fall, but lifts you up to achieve
poem by Alex Daydream
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A prayer for rain
We prayed rain God to shower freely
We gladly invited and extended willingly
It was now his turn to come down heavily
We wanted to enjoy the rain drops merrily
The earth had dried up and developed big cracks
The surface looked barren with loosing some tracks
It looked as if some had deserted and left behind
No sign of life over vast lands and nothing to find
We had witnessed long dry seasons every year
There used to be rain fall shortage leading to fear
Cattle had no grass to graze with no means to quench the thrust
The good rainfall was desired and needed almost
As the luck would have it, it rained alarmingly
The dark clouds were thundering and rained smilingly
For hours together there will be constant down pour
We were confined indoors and feeling very bore
For few days it was enjoyable and looked pleasant
We may notice free movement of different insects and ants
They had their own needs and wants
We were happy to receive it with thanks
Soon we were to be put in lot of troubles
It was heavily flooding and creating problems
There was no respite and stayed as long spell
It was impacted all over with miseries only to tell
The life is completely paralyzed with complete stand off
No movement of traffic and everything at grinding halt
We had prayed for reasonably good fall
It has resulted in to many deaths by collapsing the walls
We wish to pray again for immediate halt
It is appeal from heart to stop the assault
We want it to stop and come to our rescue
We have received the rain which was due
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Worn Out
You bid me hold my peace
And dry my fruitless tears,
Forgetting that I bear
A pain beyond my years.
You say that I should smile
And drive the gloom away;
I would, but sun and smiles
Have left my life's dark day.
All time seems cold and void,
And naught but tears remain;
Life's music beats for me
A melancholy strain.
I used at first to hope,
But hope is past and, gone;
And now without a ray
My cheerless life drags on.
Like to an ash-stained hearth
When all its fires are spent;
Like to an autumn wood
By storm winds rudely shent,--
So sadly goes my heart,
Unclothed of hope and peace;
It asks not joy again,
But only seeks release.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Hope is
Hope is a dream in the mind of what can come
Hope gives you a future whatever has passed whatever done
Hope is a light that breaks through the darkness that us surround
Hope helps us find our way through to safer loving ground
Hope fights for you when things get so very tough
Hope means keeping going when you have had enough
Hope though dims on times stays through your sorrow
Hope brings you through by dreaming of tomorrow
Hope tries to console you when your eyes glisten with tears
Hope gives you something to keep going whatever your fears
Hope is free beautiful may fade but never dies
Hope is always there even if its light seems dim on times
Much Too Much
Much too much to bear
Much too much to bear
Your love is hard and fast
Your love is hard and fast
Your love will always last
Your love will always last
If its you I need
If its you I need
Ive got to pay the levy
Ive got to pay the levy
Got to pay
Got to pay
cause your loves too heavy on me
cause your loves too heavy on me
And its much too much to bear
And its much too much to bear
If I ever leave you darlin
If I ever leave you darlin
I hope you see
I hope you see
That I really love you
That I really love you
But your loves too heavy on me
But your loves too heavy on me
And its much too much to bear
And its much too much to bear
When I make love to you
When I make love to you
Do all the things you want me to do
Do all the things you want me to do
You never think of me
You never think of me
Always cry a bevy
Always cry a bevy
Bevy of tears
Bevy of tears
cause your loves too heavy on me
cause your loves too heavy on me
And its much too much to bear
And its much too much to bear
There was a time I could give all I had to you
There was a time I could give all I had to you
But my enthusiasm waned and I cant bear the pain
But my enthusiasm waned and I cant bear the pain
Of doing what I dont want to do
Of doing what I dont want to do
Much too much to bear
Much too much to bear
Your love is hard and fast
Your love is hard and fast
Your love will always last
Your love will always last
If its you I need
If its you I need
Ive got to pay the levy
Ive got to pay the levy
Got to pay
Got to pay
cause your loves too heavy on me
cause your loves too heavy on me
And its much too much to bear
And its much too much to bear
song performed by by Who
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A Song From The Suds
Queen of my tub, I merrily sing,
While the white foam raises high,
And sturdily wash, and rinse, and wring,
And fasten the clothes to dry;
Then out in the free fresh air they swing,
Under the sunny sky.
I wish we could wash from our hearts and our souls
The stains of the week away,
And let water and air by their magic make
Ourselves as pure as they;
Then on the earth there would be indeed
A glorious washing day!
Along the path of a useful life
Will heart's-ease ever bloom;
The busy mind has no time to think
Of sorrow, or care, or gloom;
And anxious thoughts may be swept away
As we busily wield a broom.
I am glad a task to me is given
To labor at day by day;
For it brings me health, and strength, and hope,
And I cheerfully learn to say-
'Head, you may think; heart, you may feel;
But hand, you shall work always!'
poem by Louisa May Alcott
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Oh! My darling dream
Spread your golden wings over gloom
Life needs you to bloom.
haiku by Abdul Wahab
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The Whispering Winds Of Hope...
The Whispering Winds of Hope
The Soothing Laughter of Rain
The Gentle Touch of The Sun
Can Begin to Help Heal Pain
The Bright Smiles of The Stars
The Brave Walk of The Moon
Even Muted Songs of The Night
Can Help To Hush The Gloom
So Listen To Your Heart
See With Your Mind’s Eye
Feel With Understanding
Even If You Have To Cry
Life Is Oh So Beautiful
Each Second A Precious Thing
Know Even In The Worst Sorrow
A Small Part Of You Can Dream
As The Wind Whispers of Hope
Believe Laughter of The Rain
Tomorrow Is Always A Brand New Day
Rebirth To Rejoice Again
On The Whispering Winds of Hope
And Soothing Laughter of The Rain
You Will Not Sleep Forevermore
GOD Held Me … and Explained
… The Bright Smiles of The Stars
The Brave Walk of The Moon
Are For Signs and Times … Our Visuals
Of What HE Can Do Soon
… Scent of Roses From My Window
Feel of Silk Upon My Bed
A Teardropp On My Cheek
And Brave Moonlight On My Head
The Whispering Winds of Hope
The Soothing Laughter of The Rain
When The Gentle Touch of The Son
Begins To Heal My Pain
Written & ©: 6/28/10
By: The MoonBee
poem by MoonBee Canady
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My Sweet Red Roses
O my Sweet Red Roses,
For ages I've been searching looking
For my sweet red roses,
Hopping round like a Kangaroo
Hoping to fall in love
With my sweet red roses.
As I firmly
Hold My Sweet Red Roses
Nearest Dearest to my heart
Like Christ born on Christmas Day
Lying in a manger
With eyes wide shut,
Her face incomparable to entire nature.
And as I closely
Hold my sweet red roses,
To myself,
Her wanderlust of holiness
Fills me up
Ushers me to her depth,
And I bear my soul to
My sweet red roses.
By day,
Her smile gives sunshine
Speaking gives life.
And by night,
Living grabs my love
And her very thoughts
Gives me hope.
O My Sweet Red Roses
Even when unconscious
Cannot breath
Cannot feel
Cannot talk
Cannot move nor touch,
It is you I shall continue remain loving,
Because your loving is in the Heaven's
Faithfulness up to the clouds
Beautifulness to the white snow.
O My Sweet Red Roses,
A thousand times I shall care
A million dimes I shall cherish
A billion rhymes I shall honor
A trillion dines I shall spring,
And a zillion miles I shall love
My sweet red roses.
O yes, yes,
My sweet red roses,
Mm yes, yes...
My sweet red roses.
poem by Francis Julian Zewu
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One Sweet Rain
Rain is my teardropp from sky’s glass castles
From heaven it comes to your hands, it slides
It lets you seek white clouds and up the sky
Brush lashes, wipe eyes, each time you cry
Rain reminds you of a Great God, who cares
It lets you feel my love, it whispers nigh
How I adore, I keep your every kiss
In my heart, when it rains, our love’s a bliss!
Rain, drops in the fields in time of sorrow
Fill hearts with hope now and tomorrow
Wash white as snow, tender, pure and fragrant
The angels chant in the drum strings of rain
Rainbows form; magenta, pink, and blue
Connecting valleys, cliffs, and mountains
Splatter in river, shred showers of falls
A baptism sudden in the dessert, calls
Rain, rain, let cradle your tired day
I think of you, my life, in every way
And when things come and seem to be unfair
Let raindrops fall, your tear is mine to bear
Rain, rain I love you more, when it rains
When together we’d hold like roots and lighting
When together we’d hug like torrents,
You and I; one sweet rain from God’s heart.
poem by Rose Flores Rosevoc2
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I Hope He Makes You Happy
I hope he makes you happy
As I look in your direction
As the tears stream from my eyes
Trying to forget
All the memories deep inside
I hope he makes you happy
As the wind blows you away from me
As the sun goes off my face
Wondering if you remember
All the times you held me tight
I hope he makes you happy
As rain clouds cover the sun
As teardrops make the rain
Trying to prevent
All the love I feel within
I hope he makes you happy
As the ocean washes me away
As sand castles get destroyed
Wondering if you will forget
All the times you touched my skin
I hope he makes you happy
As petals begin to fall
As my heart begins to break
I hope he makes you happy
Like you did me
poem by Jeremy Rodriguez
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