This is a collection of some of my favorite poems. Many of them are anonymous. If I know the author I will list their name.
The universe is not dead.
Therefore, there is an Intelligence there, and it is all pervading.
At least one purpose, possibly the major purpose, of that Intelligence
is the achievement of universal harmony.
Striving in the right direction for Peace (Harmony), therefore, as well
as the achievement of it, is the result of accord with that Intelligence.
It is desirable to effect that accord.
The human race, then, is not alone in the universe.
Though I am cut off from human beings, I am not alone.
For untold ages man has felt an awareness of that Intelligence.
Belief in it is the one point where all religions agree.
It has been called by many names.
Many call it God.
Show me the hearts unfettered by foolish dreams.
And I'll show you a happy man.
He will triumph, who knows
When to fight and when not to fight.
The best and the most beautiful
things in this world
cannot be seen or even touched,
they must be felt
with the heart.
Give me the child you have stolen
Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered,
I have fought my way to the castle beyond the Goblin City.
For my will is as strong as yours and my kingdom is as great;
You have no power over me!
--Labyrinth, unknown author
To the sunrise reader
There is knowledge in books.
--Candleshoe, unknown author
As man now is, God once was:
As God now is, man may be.
But only in their dreams
Can men be truly free
T'was always thus,
And always thus will be
--Keating (Dead Poets Society)
Come my friends
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world
For my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset
And though we are not now the strength
Which in the old days
Moved earth and heaven
That which we are, we are
One equal temper
Of heroic hearts
Made weak by time and fate
But strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find
And not to yield.
--Alfred, Lord Tennyson
I saw the lovely arch
Of Rainbow span the sky,
The gold sun burning
As the rain swept by.
In bright-ringed solitude
The showery foliage shown
One lovely moment,
And the Bow was gone!
--Walter de la Mare.