love poems.

Today’s Poem ~ Life

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Life

Charlotte Bronte

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 !

Today’s Poem ~ The Character of a Happy Life

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The Character of a Happy Life

Sir Henry Wotton

 How happy is he born or taught

That serveth not another’s will,

Whose armor is his honest thought,

And simple truth his highest skill;

Whose passions not his masters are;

Whose soul is still prepared for death,

Untied unto the world with care

Of princes’ grace or vulgar breath;

Who envies none whom chance doth raise,

Or vice; who never understood

The deepest wounds are given by praise,

By rule of state but not of good;

Who hath his life from rumours freed,

Whose conscience is his strong retreat,

Whose state can neither flatterers feed

Nor ruins make accusers great;

Who God doth late and early pray

More of his grace than goods to send,

And entertains the harmless dayW

ith a well-chosen book or friend.

This man is free from servile bands

Of hope to rise or fear to fall,

Lord of himself, though not of lands,

And having nothing, yet hath all.

Today’s Poem ~ Love Song

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Love Song

William Carlos Williams

 Sweep the house clean,

hang fresh curtains

in the windows

put on a new dress

and come with me!

The elm is scattering

its little loaves

of sweet smells

from a white sky!

Who shall hear of us

in the time to come?

Let him say there was

a burst of fragrance

from black branches.

Today’s Poem ~ Possession

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Possession

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

That which we had we still possess,

Though leaves may drop and stars may fall;

No circumstance can make it lessOr take it from us, all in all.

That which is lost we did not own;

We only held it for a day–A leaf by careless breezes blown:

No fate could take our own away.

I hold it as a changeless law

From which no soul can ever sway or swerve,

We have that in us which will draw

Whate’er we need or most deserve.

Even as the magnet to the steel

Our souls are to the best desires;

The Fates have hearts and they can feel-

-They know what each true heart requires.

We think we lose when most we gain;

We call joys ended ere begun;

When stars fade out do skies complain,

Or glory in the rising sun?

No fate could rob us of our own-

-No circumstance can make it less;

What time removes was but a loan,

For what was ours we still possess.

Today’s Poem ~ Choose

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Choose

Carl Sandburg

THE single clenched fist lifted and ready,

Or the open asking hand held out and waiting.                    

Choose:

For we meet by one or the other.

Today’s Poem ~ Infinite

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Infinite
Giacomo Leopardi
These solitary hills have always been dear to me.
Seated here, this sweet hedge, which blocks the distant horizon opening inner silences and interminable distances.
I plunge in thought to where my heart, frightened, pulls back.
Like the wind which I hear tossing the trembling plants which surround me, a voice from the inner depths of spirit shakes the certitudes of thought.
Eternity breaks through time, past and present intermingle in her image.
In the inner shadows I lose myself,
drowning in the sea-depths of timeless love.

Today’s Poem ~ The Face of All The World

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The Face of All the World

Elizabeth Browning

The face of all the world is changed, I think,

Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul

Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole

Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink

Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,

Was caught up into love, and taught the whole

Of life in a new rhythm.  The cup of dole

God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink,

And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear.

The names of country, heaven, are changed away

For where thou art or shalt be, there or here;

And this . . . this lute and song . . . loved yesterday,

(The singing angels know) are only dear

Because thy name moves right in what they say.

Today’s Poem ~ Climbing

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Climbing

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Who climbs the mountain does not always climb.
The winding road slants downward many a time;
Yet each descent is higher than the last.
Has thy path fallen?  That will soon be past.
Beyond the curve the way leads up and on.
Think not thy goal forever lost or gone.
Keep moving forward; if thine aim is right
Thou canst not miss the shining mountain height.
Who would attain to summits still and fair,
Must nerve himself through valleys of despair.

Today’s Poem ~ Love’s Power

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Love’s Power

Lydia Avery Coonley

THE fire is smouldering while the daylight wanes;
Rain taps impatient on the window-panes;
The waves roll high, and the cold wind complains.
The wind complains.
Reluctant start the embers to a blaze;
Among the ashy drifts the red coal plays;
In fairy rings the circling smoke delays.
The smoke delays.
Ah, lonely life! it is the wind’s sad cry;
Ah, only life! calls Echo, floating by;
Ah, love is life! it is my heart’s reply.
My heart’s reply.
Burn low, ye fires that on the hearthstone play!
Beat out your life, O waves in dashing spray!
My heart chants not your monotone to-day.
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I hear no dirge, I see no ashes gray—
Love! love! love! love! its rapture fills the day!
The winter brings to me the bloom of May.
The bloom of May.

Today’s Poem ~ If Only Thou Art True

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If Only Thou Art True

George Barlow

IF only a single Rose is left,
Why should the summer pine?
A blade of grass in a rocky cleft;
A single star to shine.
—Why should I sorrow if all be lost,
If only thou art mine?
If only a single Bluebell gleams
Bright on the barren heath,
Still of that flower the summer dreams,
Not of his August wreath.
—Why should I sorrow if thou art mine,
Love, beyond change and death?
If only once on a wintry day
The sun shines forth in the blue,
He gladdens the groves till they laugh as in May
And dream of the touch of the dew.
—Why should I sorrow if all be false,
If only thou art true?

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