Poems that strike a chord

[Bernard]

Here's a few that I like:

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

The Serenity Prayer

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

The Bene Gesserit Littainy against Fear

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—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

The Road Not Taken

 

[Birdbomb]

Now THAT is pretty darn profound!

 

[Elisa]

ONLY THE MUCH LOVED "BIRD" COULD OF COME UP WITH THAT ONE.!
You gave my kids a good laugh, they were sitting behind me when I went to read it..
Then they wanted me to explain!
E

 

[lindy]

Love Frost's "Two Woods" but my favorite poem of all time was written by Edna St. Vincent Millay and was in a collection that my grandfather gave me when I was in the second grade. Here's the first verse which was also my senior high school quote:

"I will be the gladdest thing under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one."

 

[Bernard]

Found it...

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!

Afternoon on a Hill

 

[lindy]

Her poem, "The Suicide" is another goodie. Life, with all of it's woes, is the task given to us by God. Meant alot to me during rough spells. Won't type it in here because it's a very long poem but a great moral.