Category: Poetry

Life is a mystery; everyone must stand alone

I hear you call my name

And it feels like home

O Lady! We receive but what we give

And in our life alone does nature live

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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Grow old with me

The best is yet to be

The last of life for which the first was made

Our times are in His hands

Who saith “A whole I planned youth shows but half”

Trust God: see all, nor be afraid

Robert Browning

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Let’s get going

Start the festivities

Never mind what they say

Drink wine

With your loved ones

Never mind what they say

What do I care

If people approve or disapprove

God bless my friends

And my loved ones

Never mind what they say

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I hear leaves drinking rain

I hear rich leaves on top

Giving the poor beneath

Drop after drop

‘t is a sweet noise to hear

The green leaves drinking near

And when the rain shall stop

A wonderful light will fill

Each mark, round drop

I hope the sun shines bright

It will be lovely sight

W. H. Davies

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The point of journey is not to arrive

But to return home

Laden with pollen you shall work up

Into honey the mind feeds on

R.S. Thomas

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When I am all alone

Then my thoughts flutter around me

In glimmering host

Some dressed in silver

Some dressed in white

Each like a taper blossoming light

Most of them merry

Some of them grave

Each of them lithe

As willows that wave

Some bearing violets

Some bearing bay

One with a burning rose

Hidden away-

When I am all alone

Envy me then

For I have better friends

Than women and men

Sara Teasdale

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That I loved with all my strength

To my soul’s full depth and length

Careless if my heart may break

That I sang as children sing

Fitting tune to everything

Loving life for its own sake

Sara Teasdale

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Some will tell you

It doesn’t matter

That is a lie

Everything, every single thing matters

And

Nothing good happens fast

Howard Schrager

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Grateful enough

How can our minds and bodies be

Grateful enough that we have spent

Here in this generous house

This evening of content?

Each one of us has walked through storm

And fled the wolves along the road

But here the hearth is wide and warm

And for this shelter and this light

Accept, O Lord, our thanks tonight

Sara Teasdale

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What if the bridge men built goes down

What if the torrent sweeps the town

The hills are safe, the hills remain

And hills are happy in the rain;

If I can climb the hills and find

A small cottage to my mind

A lonely but a cleanly house

With shelves too bare to tempt a mouse

Whatever years remain to me

I shall live out in dignity

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