Life Lesson Poems - Page 3

  1. 41. Pebbles

    • By Derek T
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2015

    Too often in life, people don't appreciate the things they have - the simple things that money cannot buy. They get too caught up looking to tomorrow, the future, that they don't stop to appreciate today, the memories they are currently making. I wrote this to open the eyes of those who go through this life too fast. Those who only concern themselves with material possessions and forget the value of a simple smile....cheers.

    Poem About Appreciating Simple Things In Life

    Time has grown frantic
    Moves by us so swiftly
    Too often overwhelmed
    Losing sight of life's gift
    A priceless luxury
    Can't turn back the clock
    True purpose hidden
    Behind deadbolt and lock

    Stop for an instant
    Just take in the keys
    Close your eyes, exhale
    Lose yourself in life's melodies
    Yearn for the sunshine
    Rain pounding your roof
    Days of elation
    Never straying aloof

    Be spontaneous and free
    Always do the unplanned
    Cherish this rose garden
    Don't let it slip through your hand
    Anticipate all
    Misfortune and bliss
    Always be humble
    Give your mother a kiss

    Take nothing for granted
    Every pebble's unique
    Required to channel
    Our cascading creek
    That meanders and turns
    To locations unknown
    Revealing those gems
    Which shown you have grown

    So follow the symphony, every movement and measure
    Relax with each rest for it brings lasting pleasure

    Lavish trophies and treasures
    Don't prove you are wealthy
    Eyes to the heavens
    Be grateful you're healthy
    Trillions can't purchase
    Ten fingers, ten toes
    Angelic smiles
    Only daughters disclose

    Selflessly offer
    Umbrellas for shelter
    Long sleeves for comfort
    When temperatures are bitter
    Hold doors for strangers
    And those ones you adore
    Kind, minute gestures
    Give this life so much more

    Your sun is now setting
    Final shadows are cast
    Tears won't stop flowing
    Flags flown at half mast
    But all will rejoice
    As you lie down to rest
    Having spent every second
    Living life to its best

    Take nothing for granted
    Every snowflake must melt
    Time always retrieves
    The cards you were dealt
    Heart fully flushed
    Fulfilled all your dreams
    Combination cracked
    Locks burst at the seams

    Completed your symphony, through basses and trebles
    Built a sound mountain from all of these pebbles

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  2. 42. Fighting For Their Affection

    If they make you
    work for their attention
    fight for their affection
    beg for their love

    realize

    you will spend a lifetime
    yearning
    wanting
    chasing

    something

    that was never yours
    and never will be.

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  3. 43. Lessons

    • By Jeremiah E. Fanjul
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2017

    I'm 22 years old. I recently lost my job, my girlfriend, and lately my will to keep going. I write to reflect and just give myself hope. My poem isn't long, but it has meaning.

    Everyone Has Lessons To Learn

    There's beauty in struggle,
    There's feeling in pain.
    For every painstaking mistake,
    There are lessons you can name.

    No one is excluded
    From life's many trials,
    Not even a scrape on the knee
    From an innocent child.

    It's true, most lessons do hurt.
    Some more than others,
    Some short and temporary,
    Some smothering with suffering.

    Some beautiful with love,
    Like a baby and mother.
    Some are a constant battle,
    Like sister and brother.

    There are lessons we must learn
    About how to love one another.

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  4. 44. The Wisdom Of Children

    I truly believe if we all let the child within us come out, the world would be a better place.

    Wonder what it's like to be scared every day,
    Knowing war and destruction are on the way?
    Not able to run and play in the park,
    Never camp out in the yard after dark.

    A lot of children in far off places,
    That look of fear etched onto their faces.
    They don't have the freedom to make a choice.
    Their stature is small and so is their voice.

    Through the eyes of children, if we could see
    How they view the world and how it should be.
    Maybe if we lend an ear to them now,
    We could make changes - they'd show us how.

    Their innocence is wisdom; their honesty real,
    No prejudice in them, true humanity they feel.
    The lessons we'd learn would be like no others.
    Imagine a world of sisters and brothers.

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  5. 45. The Time Of My Life

    At 97, I can look back on many things, regret the things I never finished and determine what I still can do, which is walk, talk, eat and sleep, plus creating crossword puzzles..That I can still see to do and takes no physical effort. I feel it keeps that one brain cell alive, and, having formed a partnership with Jonah Phillips (The Crossword Hobbyist) know that my puzzles will be a pastime for many older people in years to come.

    Making The Most Out Of What Time Is Left

    I realize I've reached the time
    When it's very plain to see
    That I now must be selective
    In what my preferences will be.
    No longer can I toss a coin
    To see which direction I should go.
    As far as speed in getting there,
    Only one would fit, and that is SLOW.
    It's wise to have a goal each day,
    There is no doubt about it.
    A reason to rise each morning.
    No one should be without it.
    Still, if I decide to dilly-dally
    Throughout the passing day,
    A bit of procrastination
    Is bound to come my way.
    I can read with great delight
    Great books that I've forgotten,
    And if I chose, I now can read
    The ones that were verboten.
    I do not waste my energy
    On things that can't be changed.
    If I spent time on past mistakes,
    I soon would be deranged.
    Life has much to offer
    To each and everyone.
    I hope to conquer many things
    Before my time is done.
    When I've fulfilled my challenges,
    And hopefully passed each test,
    Then I will wave a fond good goodbye,
    Content I've done my best.

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  6. 46. Lessons From Dad

    This was a Christmas gift to my children. So much of what I learned from my Dad seemed to soak in by osmosis, simply by a lifetime of observing a quiet, thoughtful and reverent man. He is in his 90s now and keeps a framed copy of this poem in his office.

    Learning From One's Father

    Love someone as best you can,
    but love.

    And have a dog,
    for it can show you the truest love.

    Know God,
    and life will make more sense.

    Accept that things may fail,
    but do all that you can.

    Learn, and live on the better for it.
    Learn to smile.

    Respect and find good in all you can,
    and try to avoid the rest.

    Be true to yourself,
    but also serve others.

    Lead by example
    and with care.

    Find comfort in working good earth,
    and grow as well yourself.

    Be there for your family,
    but wait quietly.

    Try to heal their hurts,
    but most of all, let them grow.

    Be responsible.
    Be known as a truly "gentle man or woman."

    Do what you know is right,
    and don't forget to sing.

    Live so others will say,
    "That is the nicest person."

    There is no greater dignity than the respect
    given to one who is truly humble.

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  7. 47. The Best Day Of My Life

    How do you decide if your day was good? When good things happened to you, is it? But what will happen and what will not is not in our control. So, does that mean the good days are not in our hands. I feel that we have formed an incorrect perspective of what is meant a good day. It is my life, my day, my actions, then why should it be dependent on the materialistic or short-lived things. Here is what I think a best day is and how we should live to make each day the best.

    Each Day Can Be The Best

    The best day of my life,
    When will it be?
    When I score top grades,
    Or get a meal free?

    Or gain great respect
    Or buy a beautiful mansion,
    Or travel the world
    Or live sans tension?

    If I pause my assumptions
    To give it a thought,
    That day of my life
    Is not one in the lot.

    Yes, my best day
    Will not be of my success,
    But the day I overcome
    My failure distress.

    The day I treat me well,
    The day I respect me,
    The day I impress me,
    The day I feel free.

    The day I am determined,
    The day I stand confident,
    The day I feel proud of me,
    The day I am ardent.

    The day when I love me,
    The day when I stop strife.
    That will surely be
    The best day of my life.

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  8. 48. The Curse Of Social Media

    I wrote this to express how Social Media can be a destructive force in someone's life

    Dangers Of Social Media

    I'll post all those pictures of me having fun,
    Wearing my happiest grin.
    Add a few comments to enhance the effect,
    And impress all my great Facebook friends.

    Make them think that my life is fulfilling,
    That I'm truly the best I can be.
    Fill up my page with bullshit and lies,
    So they all will be jealous of me.

    Or perhaps I should post some Political views,
    And appear quite informed and so smart.
    Creating a page that can trigger debate,
    Is an envious Facebook art.

    Or maybe I'll take a more spiritual tact,
    Sending Blessings to all of my friends.
    What a kind and generous gesture,
    Who cares if it's all just pretend.

    I could certainly post a poem of mine,
    And show them how deep I can be.
    They be in such awe of the talent I have
    They'll wish they could all be like me.

    I wonder just how many likes I will get,
    And maybe a comment or two.
    But what if they simply ignore me today?
    I just don't know what I will do.

    Comparing my page to all of my friends,
    Can cause me such worry and pain.
    They have far more likes and a long list of friends,
    It makes me feel insecure and ashamed.

    I wake up each day and the first thing I do,
    Is open my own Facebook page.
    And the attention it drew has such an effect,
    It can make or break my whole day.

    I could never imagine that now in old age,
    I'd have such a need to be liked.
    And discovering that people really don't care,
    Could fill me with panic and fright.

    To be young in this world must be terribly hard,
    When social media sets the standard so high.
    And it constantly stalks and berates our poor youth,
    Leading to anger, withdrawal and suicide.

    As for myself, I took down my page,
    I refuse to engage in such farce.
    But when you are young and unsure yourself,
    Such rejection can tear you apart.

    So take care of the young that you have in your life,
    Don't let social media win.
    Nurture and protect their fragile esteem,
    Be a true and accepting, real friend.

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  9. 49. Delight In

    Each second is another chance to do the extraordinary, to take up a new challenge, to live an amazing experience, to make your life special. Life is precious but short. Whatever you do, wherever you go, in the end what finally matters is nothing but how happy you felt and if you enjoyed the journey. The clock is ticking every second. It stops for none. If time has no brake, why should our happiness have one?

    Make Each Day Worth It

    If you're tired of doing nothing
    Rubbing your eyes until they're red
    Getting bored and feeling blank
    With no thoughts in your head

    Wondering what to do
    Staring at nowhere
    Scribbling on some sheet
    Sitting on the chair

    Get up and do a twirl
    And dance upon your feet
    Greet yourself in the mirror
    Or give yourself a treat

    Listen to your favorite music
    Cook, sing or play
    Do what you love to
    Just enjoy your day

    Relish the sweet silence
    Let the wind blow across your face
    Shower a bunch of flowers
    In nature, you'll find solace

    Every second counts
    There is no time to waste
    Make best use of all of it
    For it can't be replaced

    Travel, trek and hike
    Get wet in the pitter patter
    Smile your way, wherever you go
    As all those memories matter

    Life is full of moments
    Moments of love and laughter
    What matters is to make them special
    That you'll remember after

    Appreciate all experiences
    Your goals you will achieve
    Make each day worth it
    You must live before you leave

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  10. 50. Life Isn't Black And White

    You can be unhappy and still be in love.
    You can be in love and still walk away.
    You can walk away and still feel the weight of loss.
    You can feel the weight of loss and still stand tall.
    You can stand tall and still be grieving.
    You can be grieving and still find joy.
    You can find joy and still miss what you had.
    You can miss what you had and still long
    for more.

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  11. 51. The Jealous Heart

    I've known jealous people and have found that they're sometimes their own worst enemy. In jealousy's extreme state, a person can become unreasonable, obsessive, possessive, suspicious and even abusive. What a jealous person fails to realize is that their relentless behavior is denying them the very person and feelings of love they desire.

    The Self-Defeating Consequences Of Jealousy

    Jealousy is such an ugly beast,
    Consuming in a ruthless feast,
    Every thought of rational notions
    Or capacity for gentler emotions,
    Filling the heart with resentment
    That denies it any contentment.

    Jealousy born from inane fictions,
    Rains down its cruel maledictions
    On the victim of its ravenous rage.
    It tries the skills of the wisest sage
    To end jealousy's condemnation,
    Saving its author from damnation.

    The jealous person's egoistic infection
    Is a fear of losing another's affection.
    Their mind is consumed with emotion,
    Demanding they have total devotion.
    A jealous heart is a foe that conspires
    Against the very one it deeply desires.

    The jealous heart can turn to hate,
    Authoring its own indignant fate.
    For jealousy finds it hard to bear
    The joy and love others can share.
    So, a jealous heart will foolishly steal
    Away all the love that it longs to feel.

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  12. 52. Forgiveness

    • By Mary Masillo
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2008

    This poem was written for all the contempt I had for my birth mother never coming forward after finding her and writing to her for 16 years. I realized I did not need her acceptance. I had a wonderful mother and father (Foster) who raised me and my brother as their very own.

    I know forgiveness is good for my soul and my health.
    A smile on my face is definitely my personal wealth.
    I've lived too long holding a grudge
    And found out if I wanted it to end I had to budge,
    So I extended the olive branch and it was received.
    In fact it was easier than I perceived.
    Sometimes forgiveness starts in your heart and winds up on your lips.
    This was my experience, and now I give you these tips
    Please don't wait as long as I did because the benefits definitely outweigh the risk.
    Forgiveness is the short cut to a big fix.

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  13. 53. Life Lessons

    • By Kimberly Johnson
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2012

    Kimberly Johnson, RN, BSN. I have been a nurse my entire life. My patients have taught me how to live.

    Nurse Learn From Patient Poem

    I sat at the bedside
    of a dying man.
    With tears in his eyes,
    he reached for my hand.

    Technology had failed him,
    his prognosis very poor.
    He needed something different.
    He needed something more.

    The BP cuffs wraps tightly
    around his dwindling arm
    tell me the numbers I look for
    to guarantee no harm.

    It all seems so redundant
    just a little matter of fact,
    for the boundaries of life and death
    are far too abstract.

    Instinctively, I knew his needs.
    It all seemed crystal clear.
    My touch, my voice, my presence
    as the angel of death loomed near.

    His respiration was labored now.
    His consciousness began to fade.
    I remembered all the times we shared
    and the promises that we made

    To remember what really matters
    within the confines of the heart.
    To love, to honor, and cherish
    and kindness to impart.

    My teacher of life's lessons
    took his final breath.
    I felt the peace within his soul.
    His spirit now at rest.

    This is the essence of caring,
    the touch of the human soul.
    No BP cuff or stethoscope
    will ever make one whole.

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  14. 54. What I Would Have Done Differently

    There would have been
    so much I would have
    done differently
    if only I had known
    how beautifully
    it would all turn out.

    But, you see, if I had
    done even just one
    thing differently,
    it might not have
    turned out the way it did.

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  15. 55. A Healthy Mind

    Every day, we brush our teeth to keep them clean, and we take a bath to clean our body. We eat nutritious food to keep ourselves healthy and active. Our elders teach us good manners, etiquette, discipline, and whatnot. But we often forget about our mind. Why? Isn't it an equally important part of us? If we cleanse our bodies, why not our minds? What about the thoughts? Why not keep our minds healthy? Won't the rise of positivity in our minds lead to a rise of tranquility in our lives?

    Why Does Your Mindset Matter?

    Can a lush green forest grow
    On a barren piece of land?
    Or a building be constructed
    On a giant heap of sand?

    Can you make a house of cards
    On a crooked table top?
    Or on uncultivable ground
    Expect a healthy crop?

    There is a major problem
    In each of the above case.
    Something all these lack
    Is a strong and sturdy base

    From the very start to the infinite
    In this world of creation,
    The quality of what arises
    Is a product of its foundation

    Everything in this cosmos,
    Be it at dusk or at dawn,
    The output is enhanced
    By the core it grows upon

    Roses and lilies blossom
    On serene fertile land
    Hardly grows a single branch
    In a desert full of sand

    Quite closely this is connected
    To the mind of a human
    His perceptions and beliefs,
    Outlook and acumen

    A heart full of love
    Spreads selfless affection
    While one full of hatred
    Gives way to devastation

    The caring and the wise
    Give aid to the needy
    Just one wrong step on the wrong path
    Makes a person greedy

    Necessary is the condition
    To develop a healthy mindset
    For happy attitude, an easy life
    And satisfaction at the sunset

    Heal yourself with silence
    Feel the bliss of the breeze
    Provide comfort to others
    For negative thoughts to cease

    Let's open doors to positivity
    Become pure from within
    Greet ourselves and guide others
    It's never too late to begin

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  16. 56. When You Are Willing To Let Go

    When you are willing
    to let go of
    what you are used to
    and what you are
    comfortable with,

    you will be given
    exactly what you need
    to get to where
    you truly want to be.

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  17. 57. One Hundred Sixty-Six

    From Tanya Markul's second poetry book, The She Book v.2

    Taking Care Of Yourself

    I used to believe
    that I had to learn
    how to love myself
    before I could take care
    of myself.

    But I’ve realized that
    taking care of myself
    is actually teaching me
    how to love myself.

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  18. 58. Make It Count

    I looked back on some past events in my life, highlighted them, and realized life works in mysterious ways. We should make the best of it.

    Poem About Living In The Moment

    That friend,
    Would you two have had more fun
    If you knew how long he'd be gone?

    That possession,
    Would you have allowed others to borrow
    If you knew you'd lose it tomorrow?

    That stranger,
    Would you have helped to ease his pain
    If you knew you'd meet him again?

    Those kids,
    Would you have held them dear years ago
    If you knew how fast they'd grow?

    That neighbour,
    Would you have tried to say goodbye
    If you knew he was going to die?

    Life is volatile, time is short,
    And better is the smallest deed any day
    Than the greatest intention tucked away.

    Make it count.

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  19. 59. Tightrope

    A person's strong suit sometimes can morph into a flaw. It's often better to be careful to avoid extremes.

    Minding Our Virtues

    It's sometimes hard to see
    How close a virtue and vice can be,
    Yet the borderline of the two
    Should we respect in all we do.

    Being frank without a little tact
    Can turn to rudeness after the fact.
    Being brave may be a step away
    From foolhardiness any given day.

    When suspicion becomes routine
    Paranoia is sure to settle in.
    And when making humility a show
    Pride readily begins to grow.

    Where gentleness lacks a bit of nerve
    Weakness is what others observe.
    And where self-confidence is found
    Arrogance often lurks around.

    It's a borderline hard to tread
    And plunges tend to lie ahead,
    But it's by heeding moderation's call
    That we can safely avoid a fall.

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  20. 60. The Chrysalis

    At 95, I can look back on many occasions and realize their purpose. I've tried to write poems that would make readers think about what they have done and what they can do to make this world a better place. Humor is needed. Kindness and understanding are so important. Of course, faith is the essential need. I am pleased when I get responses from far away places from people who enjoyed the poems.

    Learning To Forgive

    We are never finished products,
    No matter how long we live.
    There's always something we can add,
    Like learning to forgive.

    It isn't all that easy
    To release a long held grudge.
    For years it's been a part of us.
    It doesn't want to budge.

    I often wonder if that is why
    Some of us live so long
    In what seems needless suffering.
    Is there still need to right a wrong?

    Perhaps we're given extra time
    To clear our hearts and mind
    Of many thoughts so negative
    That peace is hard to find.

    Forgiving past offenders
    For the harm they did to you
    Opens up a channel that
    Will let His love come through.

    Like a butterfly lies dormant,
    Awaiting to expand,
    So waits love's own perfection
    In the chrysalis of man.

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