Choose a motivation poem to keep on keeping on
Keeping yourself motivated can be a challenge in our modern lives. Luckily, feeling motivation comes down to using just a few effective techniques.
You can also read inspiring and positive thinking information every day to keep you motivated. You can grab a motivating poem from this page, or read a good positive thinking book.
You will find below some excerpts on motivation poems from great authors. These poems aim to inspire you to find your own motivation when you feel like giving up.
Pay special attention to the first motivation poem, which is truly a jewel.
Choose your favourite motivation poem, print it and paste it on a place which you see daily, like on your mirror or on your desk. Keep yourself motivated effortlessly with a beautiful motivation poem!
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill.
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns.
And many a fellow turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man.
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup.
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar.
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,
It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.
In such times of great transition,
Don't get stuck in one position.
Be supple, be bold,
Be strong, don't fold.
Hold your nerve
Through the swerve,
Retain your verve,
And all will be well,
As far as I can tell.
If in doubt,
Or afraid you'll go without,
Say, 'all change is good', over and over
And before you know it, you'll recover
And will stop fearing exposure
To the new, so much.
Use a light touch
In your push-and-pull,
And always remember empty and full
Alternate in a cycle like day and night,
Then everything will be alright.
That's my wish for you,
As you do what you do,
Today and tonight.
The Barefoot Doctor
No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heaven's glories shine,
And Faith shines equal, arming me from Fear.
Hymn to life
Ah, Life, dear Life, how beautiful art thou!
All day sweet, chiming voices in my heart
Have hymned thy praises joyfully as now,
Telling how fair thou art!
This morn, while yet the dew was on the flowers,
They sang like skylarks, soaring while they sing
This noon, like birds within their leafy bowers
Warbled with folded wing.
Slow fades the twilight from the glowing west,
And one pale star hangs o'er yon mountain's brow;
With deeper joy, that may not be repressed,
O Life, they hail thee now!
And not alone from this poor heart of mine
Do these glad notes of grateful love ascend;
Voices from mount and vale and woodland shrine
In the full chorus blend.
The young leaves feel thy presence and rejoice
The while they frolic with the happy breeze;
And paeans sweeter than a seraph's voice
Rise from the swaying trees.
Each flower that hides within the forest dim,
Where mortal eye may ne'er its beauty see,
Waves its light censer, while it breathes a hymn
In humble praise of thee.
Julia C. R. Dorr
Little I ask; my wants are few;
I only wish a hut of stone,
(A very plain brown stone will do,)
That I may call my own;
And close at hand is such a one,
In yonder street that fronts the sun.
Plain food is quite enough for me;
Three courses are as good as ten;
If Nature can subsist on three,
Thank Heaven for three. Amen!
I always thought cold victual nice;
My choice would be vanilla-ice.
Oliver Wendell Holmes
A dream of life
When I was young--long, long ago--
I dreamed myself among the flowers;
And fancy drew the picture so,
They seemed like Fairies in their bowers.
The rose was still a rose, you know--
But yet a maid. What could I do?
You surely would not have me go,
When rosy maidens seem to woo?
My heart was gay, and 'mid the throng
I sported for an hour or two;
We danced the flowery paths along,
And did as youthful lovers do.
But sports must cease, and so I dreamed
To part with these, my fairy flowers--
But oh, how very hard it seemed
To say good-by 'mid such sweet bowers!
And one fair Maid of modest air
Gazed on me with her eye of blue;
I saw the tear-drop gathering there--
How could I say to her, Adieu!
I fondly gave my hand and heart,
And we were wed. Bright hour of youth!
How little did I think to part
With my sweet bride, whose name was Truth!
But time passed on, and Truth grew gray,
And chided, though with gentlest art:
I loved her, though I went astray,
And almost broke her faithful heart.
And then I left her, and in tears--
These could not move my hardened breast!
I wandered, and for weary years
I sought for bliss, but found no rest.
I sought--yet ever sought in vain--
To find the peace, the joy of youth:
At last, I turned me back again,
And found them with my faithful Truth.
Sam G. Goodrich
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