Most Inspirational and Motivational Poems for life

Whether you are on top of hill or near a lakeside

Whether it’s morning or noon

Whether you are hungry or stomach full

Whether it’s highway or mudway

Whether you are on pillion seat or on driver seat

Whether you are tired or excited

Whether there bumps in the way or a smooth road

Whether you are fresh or dull

When you don’t have any good pics of the trip

When you don’t get to see any great place

When nothing of the above matters but you know you had a good time

When you have someone who pushes you to take one more step

It’s blissful to have someone in your life with whom it doesn’t matter where you are, how you are, what you are doing – only the company matters.

To True Friendship

POETRY : ROAD NOT TAKEN BY ROBERT FROST

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

ROBERT FROST

POETRY : HER INNER LIGHT BY DILINIWIJESINGHE

She hides herself from this cruel world,
The cold wind of rejections
The deceitful drops of rain
Just as every day; make her feel useless;

All she seeks for a glimpse of sunshine,
Just to bloom from this misery
Oh! Suddenly saw a golden ray of sunshine,
Through those gloomy clouds, all so glittery

She thought to herself for a while,
Looking at the clouds; the golden rays within
Though she hasn’t realized before,
The light has always been within

Even on a darkest day,
Just as a sunflower finds sunlight,
She lifted her darkened soul up,
Turning her soul to the inner light!!

POETRY : THE WILL TO WIN BY BERTON BRALEY

If you want a thing bad enough
To go out and fight for it,
Work day and night for it,
Give up your time and your peace and
your sleep for it

If only desire of it
Makes you quite mad enough
Never to tire of it,
Makes you hold all other things tawdry
and cheap for it

If life seems all empty and useless without it
And all that you scheme and you dream is about it,

If gladly you’ll sweat for it,
Fret for it, Plan for it,
Lose all your terror of God or man for it,

If you’ll simply go after that thing that you want.
With all your capacity,
Strength and sagacity,
Faith, hope and confidence, stern pertinacity,

If neither cold poverty, famished and gaunt,
Nor sickness nor pain
Of body or brain
Can turn you away from the thing that you want,

If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it,
You’ll get it!

BERTON BRALEY

POETRY : IF 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!