Don’t quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When 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 every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won if he’d stuck it out.
Don’t give up, though the pace seems slow –
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late, when the night slipped 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.

Inspiration week day 3.

Above is a famous poem by Edgar Guest

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By Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Hey guys it’s day 2 of the Inspiration Week. Hope you like this Masterpiece . Stay tuned .

The Inspiration Week

Hey guys it’s been long since I posted .

I Herby challenge you to post inspiring poems who have motivated you or ignited your minds with wisdom and fire .

Post 1 poem every day for a week which inspires you or have inspired you in a long run .

Comment “let’s do it ” in comments if you accept it . And do mention me in the post

Here goes my first poem.

It Couldn’t Be Done .

By Edgar Guest

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.He started to sing as he tackled the thing. That couldn’t be done, and he did it!

Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it;”
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat

And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure,
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,

The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

To Ex…..

All these lies beneath your skin.
Smile’s sharp but the heart’s thin.
I’ve seen many colors and shapes,
Never seen any bitter grapes

You left me! Numb and sore,
I don’t know you, not anymore.
It was you, I never betrayed
All those promises, now strayed

I wish you to be left with ache
Pain’s strength or whatever you make.
Things we had are long lost
Good times are paid by greater cost

All your mistakes will never be soothed.
I was a tree, you were the wood.
I can no longer carry this overwhelming weight, I’ve lost my love, lost my fate

Poet & Words

the hardest thing for a poet is to find

words

 


Words don't just drop out of air
They come and go in shadows.
& sometimes they're lost in eternity
Like they were never there
Some benighted beings around just think.
It's easy to write some things.
but who can know the poets real bliss
is just to findthe words for emotions to fill

Life like a bike

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Me! Bike
Road
and life

Honey ! Money
Strife
And thrife

Money ! Petrol
Engine
And soul

Destination ! Role
Purpose
And goal

Me ! Bike
Road
And life.

Hey guys i tried to do something new.
I dont know whether it is known type of poem .
Please feel free to comment.
And give some feedback for improvement

Materialism

This Materialistic World,
With Materialistic Men,
What good will it avail of me ?
An Instrument maybe.
With Materialistic Goals,
And Materialistic Aims.
What good will it serve for thee?
An efficient Machine maybe.
They said !!
That the machines would take over the world.
But isn’t it already theirs to be??
We are in a dream maybe .
All this money in the world,
The fame, an image.
Aren’t those bars of prison.
Don’t you see.
We all are blind prisoners maybe