life poetry

Hello," Life says, "Remember me? We started out together here When you were just a bundle Of innocent amazement. Remember how you saw the world With nothing but wonder? We were such rowdy playmates then. We painted on the sky with clouds And made magic out of Clothespins and peanut butter. Remember, can you, how I became stained and heavy With trouble? Not safe now. Lots of noes. They dressed me in painful clothes And made you wear them, too. You don't recognize me, do you But I've never abandoned your lost my wild, happy desire To show you Play with you Kiss you Hide and seek down twisty paths And always discover more. Want to run away with me again? Shall we elope without ever leaving Because that's possible, you know? I've never been anywhere but here Waiting for youth remember.

— Jacob Nordby

O Sailor! It’s the way I want to best’s beyond the pale for meet’s what being unknown is all about It’s the path I choose to take It’s the destiny I make It’s my life now – the only way output of circulation in another dimensions carry you right inside my hearts we’re one, molded together Always and forever, never apart It’s a world where I’m alone It’s a place where I can atone It’s a severing of all ties I know feel so free, and yet I’m bound’m invisible and yet around know I’ve got to go with the flowy life now is like a sailboat ride, Destiny is the wind – with you by my side, I’m the sailor, who sets the course, Empowered by an incredible force.

— Tapan Ghosh

Song of myself With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums, I play not marches for accepted victors only, I play marches for conquer'd and slain persons. Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won. I beat and pound for the dead, I blow through my embouchure my loudest and gayest for them. Vivas to those who have fail'd! And to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea! And to those themselves who sank in the sea! And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes! And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known!

— Walt Whitman

Songs of myself am the poet of the Body, and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into new tongue. I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man,.

— Walt Whitman

THREE BASIC TRUTHS Three things have a limited threshold: Time, pain, and death. While truth, love, and knowledge –Are boundless. Three things are needed For humanity to co-exist:Truth, peace and basic needs. Everything else -Is irrelevant.

— Suzy Kassem

You have to choose what you want to be. You have to choose your own path in life.

— Lailah Gifty Akita