There are many poems written by famous poets. But we would like to quote the ones which are not so popular. The following are of them:
[Remember -By Dawn Jensen]
As I walk through life,
I look at all I have done.
I had wandered aimlessly,
And wondered what I have become.
I have been through so much,
It is amazing I made it through.
The lessons I have learned
I am shocked I pulled through.
The times I wondered
What life was all about.
The trials experienced in life,
Can make all the good come out.
We try to make it day by day.
Remembering what we were taught.
Just remember some time to pray,
It is important,
We need it every day.
Life can be short.
Unexpected at that.
We try to take its punches,
Just hoping it won't break our back.
Remember who you are,
Who you want to become.
Everything will fall into place,
When the time comes.
Don't forget I love you's,
Every chance you get.
The time may be short,
There is no time to regret.
Life can be exciting,
As we all have found out.
Eventful, even busy
There is no time to be left out.
Remember who you are,
And who you want to become.
The time can be short
Don't leave things undone.
Remember your families,
They are the only ones you've got.
To carry you in times of need
They can not be bought.
Remember they love you,
Either here or there.
They will always be with us.
Help for things to bear.
[Still I Rise -By Maya Angelou]
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
[Anonymous nature - Hridaya Kharbanda]
On the overwhelming planet we abode,
Is the blessing of God
Mother Earth, full of wonders;
Bursting at the seams with beautiful plants and creatures,
Nature provides all the essentials ;
Including water and minerals,
Too often we do waste,
In order preservation should be embraced,
Measures are taken for the future generation ;
to make people awaken and to promote afforestation ;
Earth is facing danger to a great extent,
Whereas human is the cause of such event;
Eventually ,we should forge a commitment,
To safeguard the natural environment.
[Nature Connect by Aishwarya Ashok]
A feeling so deep
Diving into my heart
Kindling my soul
Brushing away worries
The caressing wind
A soothing weather
The rumbling thunder
And the smoky mist
Resonance of the conch
Swashing of waves
The cottony clouds
And a chilly winter
An alfresco walk
Also the drizzling drops
The green vegetation
With tea plantations
The gushing waterfall
Never ending oceans
The snow clad mountains
The slippery foothills
The calmness of beach
The beauty of woodnote
Sounds of rustling leaves
And pitter patter of raindrops
The crackling of lightening
The mowing of grass
The warbling of birds
And the damp rocks
The list is overflowing
So are my thoughts
What is it that bonds us?
It's NATURE LOVE, forever!
[THE STIRRED SKIES]
Aching heart and bleeding soles;
He walks back home,
To six eager eyes.
She brings to him, his evening chai,
The woman of his life;
Albeit, not a word traverses the air.
He lays atop the stacked hay;
Whilst the sun draws down on to the horizon,
His heart sinking along.
As he drifts into a haze,
His withering eyes moist;
Soon did the skies learn,
Whom they have let shrivel.
[THE BUTTERFLY by Narendhira Arjun]
Gossamer wings of varied hues
Beating in skies of azure blues
Always moving and never still
From trees and bushes to my window sill
A riot of colours, a joy to see
It's beauty raises a thought in me
Giving joy to all who look
The wise the great or the meanest crook
Does the butterfly feel some pride?
In natures canvas, its painted hide
Does it feel the joy it gives?
In the fleeting life it lives
Even as these thoughts take shape
My insect friend with the coloured cape
Takes flight to escape the sudden rain
But Natures tears its wings doth stain
A life of meaning but all too brief
In its passing gives me grief
It's life worth as much as any mans
For brightening hearts with its colourful dance
Worth is not in size or station
Joy does not belong to any nation
It's the right of all who live
Happiness is a gift to give
Meaning lies in sharing joy
Money thoughts or just a toy
If people learn to see it so
In love and peace the world can grow