Poetry, a mysterious magical power, a luminous flow of words, an other-worldly spree, is a charade worth playing. Wars destroy lives; poetry unites scattered masses. It instigates the burning desire and ignites the purpose of life. Poetry is a gentle thought, an urgent plight, a narrative on its own exposed to numerous interpretations. It depicts your thoughts, discards your contemplations, engraves the solemnity of the mortal realm we claim as our own.
It is a human language, irrespective of human-made boundaries, and it engulfs all with a quirk of a mouth. East or West, Colonial autocracy or slavery salvages, poetry embarked through the wind, etching the pleas on the sky, soul, and adorned the crown of “poetic justice bearer” on the mass-graves of world.
It is imperative to understand two thinly-veiled facts: It is your elucidation and poet’s POV. Reading poetry is cathartic to your soul. It is devoid of emotional trauma and natural motivation therapy technique. Without further ado, let’s deep dive and become the torch-bearer of motivated life.
She is a queen resurrected even after her death. Her soulful poetry is worth musing over and over and over. None can STOP us! A daily dose of motivation to breathe one more time.
Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern
An Author, a poet, a sister, a quiet child of an untapped potential
What have those lonely mountains worth revealing?
More glory and more grief than I can tell:
The earth that wakes one human heart to feeling
Can centre both the worlds of Heaven and Hell.
Edmund Vance Cooke
An acclaimed “the poet laureate of childhood.”
Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn’t the fact that you’re hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?
Edgar Albert Guest
Popular and reaching heights with his collection.
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the 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.
William Ernest Henley
Gloucester, England, poet, editor, and critic.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
A late Victorian poet and story-teller.
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!’
A Spiritual writer.
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others,
even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and every where life is full of heroism.
Love for poetry is an innate thing, a tiny flicker of nostalgia channels our warm soul, and it is akin to poetic traits. Don’t let the world cloud your inner voice, explore the undisputed land of poetry, and make it motivate you.