Short inspirational poems, there are 50 short poems about life for you to enjoy and savor. We have selected and fine-tuned this collection to ensure that it only houses poems that inspire, give hope and offer an insight or two. Many of these are beloved timeless classic pieces that have been enjoyed by readers through the ages. Each of these poems brings to our awareness, wisdom and a meaningful message.
Short Poems About Life
Please don’t hurry through reading them. If you can, slowly read and reread each poem. It’s even better if you can take a few minutes to ponder about each poem to see what new ideas, insights or perspectives you can take away with you. Some of these poems have been claimed by readers to be life-changing. Though short, it contains deep meaning and it’s powerful. If you can commit it to memory and play it often in your mind, it might just lead you down a new life.
1. Lost Innocence
Wind whistling, Snow glistening, We try not to, But we’re all listening.
Loud screams, Bad dreams, It’s very far, But close it seems.
Sad day, Lost our way, All we can do, Is simply pray.
Innocence gone, Life no longer long, We may not know, But we’re all doing wrong.
Joy lost, The Holocaust, We look to see, Hearts covered in frost.
Wars fought, Sins taught, Making mistakes, Hoping not to be caught.
Not taking blame, Pushing for fame, As advanced as we are, We’re still all untamed.
Too much pride, Needing a guide, We will deny it, But behind lies we hide.
Hurting others, Betraying brother, Many forgetting, To appreciate mothers.
Lies are fed, Filling heart and head, Through all of these years, Innocent blood has been shed.
Children abandoned, Lonely and stranded, We’re all wasting the life That we have been handed.
Taking from the poor, We’re loving no more, Fight to be free, End up starting a war.
People starting fights, No longer enjoying the sights, While mere mortals are taking Our God given rights.
Soldiers killed, Void can’t be filled, Pay close attention, For pure souls have been tilled.
Need to find peace, Work together like geese, But greatest of all, The hate needs to cease.
By: Michaela Remmel
Tick tock…tick tock… life is counting down on your internal clock.
Memories which were as if they occurred yesterday, turn to flashes of moments that seem to fade away.
People you once knew walk by without a clue.
The times you once shared exist as if you were never there.
Years fly…friends die… and you never know when you’ll say your last goodbye.
Oh, how I wish I could turn back time, spend it with loved ones and cherish what was once mine.
Or to go back even more, being a kid in a candy store.
How I miss the way I used to feel on Christmas day when Santa was real.
But back to reality…back to today, family is scarce and memories continue to fade away.
Tick tock…tick tock… how I wish I could control this clock. By:Joe Massocco
The knot is strong, The strings are tight. It won’t break loose, No matter how much I fight.
The grip is fierce, Disguised in every tear. I wish to overcome This emptiness of fear.
I know once on my own, I might not survive. But there is a mere chance For me to be alive.
The cost of losing the bond Could be my biggest mistake. But I am done living A life I can no longer fake.
Young, carefree, innocent You sing, laugh and dance Taking in all Gods’ glory At every single chance.
Grown up You ignore the wonders that you cherished as a child Gone is the carefree, honesty and mild.
You walk around with blinders on, Into the race of money and greed. Not caring who gets hurt Just to fulfill your selfish needs.
Stepping over the line of morals to have wealth and material things Ignoring all Gods gifts Like the first rain in Spring
Keep that little child inside! Hold her close to your heart, We’re only here for a brief time Then with this world, we must part
For a moment each day It’s OK to get silly to laugh and dance. Take in all Gods glory At every single chance. By:Nordica D Lindgren
In a world filled with changes each and every day..
I feel I’m being judged for what I do and say..
I remember back to Barbies and play days at the park..
When I didn’t worry about other people’s remarks..
Now looking in the mirror I see to my surprise..
A completely different person staring in my eyes..
The carefree little girl I saw at 4 and 5..
Is now becoming a teen.. Just trying to survive… By:Misti L. Green
All of my life I was living in a lie. It seems that my childhood has flown right by. My daddy walked out, and I had nowhere to cry. I had to stay strong so my spirit wouldn’t die. Now I’ve grown up too fast trying to make this life last. I push to move forward, but I’m stuck in my past. Tell me, what’s a girl to do? Forget about it through and through? That’s not something I can do. What’s done is done, Ain’t that the truth?
By: Taylor Beckham
We were put on this planet To live and to love. To cherish the ones in our lives. And never let them get hurt……. Safety is a priority But danger is an outcome. Why is it, that we work so very hard? For something that will still happen in the end…….. Should we care about our lives, Or sit and waste it away. “It doesn’t matter, were all going to die someday!” These words fill our heads With sad confusion. There’s no end We get lost with the love We want to have. There is no conclusion to all this pain. But an answer that comes Just the same. The negative side seems to win, But the positive side seems to Glow. We are who we choose to be, So be careful who you choose. Love everyday like there is no Tomorrow…. And give to others the joy of life So no one will hurt. Love, And love will love you back. Open your arms to life And life will hug you back! Don’t be scared! Life is still a one time thing!
By: Elizabeth McCrorie
8.Through It All
Friends come and go Life flies by right before your eyes. You loose ones you love Yet through it all you still love your life.
People leave you to fight alone You put on a fake smile to hide all your pain Yet someone still knows your hurt.
Through it all you still put on a front to satisfy those around you Thorough it all you wouldn’t change a thing Through it all you wouldn’t trade your life for fame.
You build a wall to try to keep from getting hurt You lock up you heart and throw away the key to see who cares enough to look for the key Through it all there’s not many people that got you to open up yet still you love it all.
Struggles meet you in the face to watch you slip up Yet through it all you wouldn’t change a thing.
Through it all you wouldn’t change a thing Through it all you wouldn’t trade your life for fame. By:Destinee Snuffer
Light up the way for me. I’m scared of the dark. Illuminate the blackest road With the brightest spark.
Light up my mind When I’m feeling low. Help me keep the dark thoughts away, And make my mind glow.
Light up my world With your beautiful, carefree smile. Keep away everything that’s evil, Everything that’s scary and vile.
Light up my candle When I’m out to wander and roam, So no matter how far I am, I may always return home. By:Soumyanetra Pal
10. Tell Me
hear me again hear my cries at night help me face my fears tonight so tell me who I am where I’ve been where I’m going why do things always happen this way but I now understand no one gets me what I need what I want people can’t you see I’m a girl in need hear my plea……….. By:Ayleashua Marchewitz
Memories in my life fade away As I replace them with others. They are forgotten and stored away. Although the memories are pushed to the side, They are safe so I may remember them in the future. Our mind is like a book; It writes down important things and keeps them between the pages forever. Maybe our whole album of memories: Our first steps, first love, first grief, and others Were meant to be there for us to never forget. By:Jane Kim
I see people laughing and joking all around, but on my face there is no smile instead there is a frown.
I never laugh anymore instead I cry, and I never stop to ask myself, “why?”
I heard we live and die by the choices we make, and there’s only so much a person can take.
so just remember to life goes on, and it hurt’s when someone leaves and is gone.
so always remember keep your head up, because another door is opened everytime one is shut.
13.Rising // Rise
I will rise After every fall I will rise and stand even more tall
I will rise over the wall I will rise above them all
Like the sun which never dies though sets every night every day it does rise
Like the ocean whose tides many times they are down but invariably they rise
Like the trees from seeds they arise and heights great they rise and rise
After falling once, twice and thrice Again and again I will rise and rise
I will rise after every fall After every fall I will rise
Life is like a maze. You don’t know where you’ll end up, But that’s the way life is played.
Life is like a maze. One way you’ll be free, The other you will pay.
One way is right, another wrong. There is now, and there is gone. You will feel, you will see The challenge life is meant to be. By:Amelia Tracey
15.Walk With Me
Why don’t you come walk with me, through life’s doorways and heaven’s eternity.
Walk through the good and walk through the bad. Walk through the happy and walk through the sad.
Take my hand, I’ll show you the way. There are so many things we can do today.
Whether it be happy or whether it be sad, my friend, I’ll help you through all things good and bad. By:Amy H
Seconds. Hours. Days. The clock ticks. Time. Our most powerful opponent. He tries to defeat us In the game of life. Like a king, And we are his peasants. Our life is in his hands. It’s only a matter of Seconds. Hours. Days. Until our clock Runs out. By:Hariet
17.What Is Life?
Life is a mansion That stands on the pillars of hope.
Life is a span That needs to be covered with cautious steps.
Life is a stepping stone That guides you to achieve your destination.
Life is a preacher Who overpowers you with majestic valour. And inspires you to tread the rugged path With zealous vigour.
Life is a guardian Who would always be encouraging But never sympathetic.
Life is a thorny bush That brings forth fragrant blossoms to those Who choose to persevere.
Life is a reward of God. Initiation and culmination of it is God’s discretion. It is the retrospect of man, Which decides the fruitfulness of his life.
Life is a mansion That stands on the pillars of hope. By:Susmita Dutta
18.Fire Burning Inside Us
There is a light in each one of us burning with delight it lays deep inside of us guarded by bones and muscle but still the flame stays alive with nothing to blow it out but ourselves this light is fragile and will continue as long as you keep the light of joy and happiness going so the flame will forever burn By:Katie Wiles
Sometimes the days goes by And turns into years But the mind ponders backwards Trying to search, find and analyze The moment of glory, joy and anguish The ecstasy at its unreachable destination storming and swaying here and there The heart overtaking the mind And being in its own bliss The ever-growing passion of want Makes itself the king of existence Life still a merry to live and relish. By:V.Sowmya
before the bullet it bit before the candle is lit before the last call before the curtain falls before the grave we pray there is something I must say
before taps is played before the jazz parade before 21 guns sound before the final round before the fiddler we pay this I must convey
before the sweet by and by before the tears we cry before the bells are rung before the reaper come before angles wing I have to tell you everything….everything…everything
If my internal clock could speak, it would beg me to sleep. It would ask me to turn off the world and rest.
Shut the eyes that drag you into reality and leave you there, the eyes that see far too much before they even have time to focus.
Plug the ears that let in the voices and sentences that keep you awake because they are continuously running through your brain at night, daring to consume the image you have of yourself and the world.
Close the mouth that stumbles, the mouth that hesitates to say what you want at the time you need it to. The mouth that causes regret that pulses through your entire body like tiny ants beneath your skin.
Turn loose of the memories, all of them.
Shed the layers that have built up upon your body, and let them fall to the floor like satin in slow motion.
Leave every person you’ve ever known behind you. Leave them in the black where all your memories have gone.
Then lay in your bed and forget the feeling of your body. Float in the nothingness and whiteness of clarity. For then you may find rest. By: Chelsea C. Howard
22.The Ugly And The Beauty In Real Life
Betrayal Love Loyalty Respect
These all part of real life. All part of everyday life. Part of the life we live. Part of life that shall never change.
Real life is no game. Real life is dangerous. Real life brings pain. Real life brings fear.
Real life isn’t easy. Real life is the world and the world is real life. Real life is full of sorrow and hate. For real life brings joy and happiness. . Also brings betrayal and death. Real life is precious and wont last for ever. So Enjoy real life as long as you can . Before its gone and never comes back. By:Jose Cruz
22.Music Is Poetry
Music is poetry An expression of the heart I can feel it in me when the music starts My blood is flowing My mind is free It’s beautiful when someone Is feeling the same as me Words are the pristine way to uplift An emotion My words are my heart My paper is my sleeve I wonder if someone feels the same as me
Time Has always been there. It was the beginning, And it’s going to be the end. It is forever changing, never the same as it was before. It was a minute here, A century there. It saw the creation of everything, And it will see the destruction of all. It is a universal and eternal entity. We regret when we waste it. We wish we had more when we run out. However, when we do have it, we don’t use it wisely. We waste it, believing that we’ll have it forever. We don’t realize that it’ll eventually leave us, Continuing long after we’re gone. It is neither a friend nor an enemy.
By:Andres G. Rendon
24.A Rule Never Spoken
A crowded room, Buzzing conversations, First Impressions, Are the foundations, Lots of new faces, Trying to figure out, You and other people, What everyone’s about,
There’s a lady with a smile, Crying on the inside, A man who looks happy, With a son who’s died, An old beggar in the corner, No one goes near him, But he’s the most interesting of all, However dark and grim,
Silent words are exchanged, Glances between familiar friends, Clashes of opinion, They never end, Like two sticks rubbing together, Some people alight, But others are the water, Trying to stop the fight,
Smiles with hidden truths, Shoot across the room, Though everyone knows the meaning, These are smiles of doom, Strangers do not mix, It is the well known rule, Though a rule never spoken, It effects us all, By:Becky
The sun is setting The leaves fall-fall is setting in There’s a slight breeze outside It’s getting cold I walk outside to feel the breeze against my face I close my eyes and listen… I live in a world where there’s so much life around me But for that moment I feel like I’m the only one The only one, and for that moment I picture myself in another place My Sanctuary I go over and sit on a bench and can hear the birds overhead My mind starts to wander Life wouldn’t seem so bad as a bird They get to see the world I would like to see the world So much I have yet to see So many people I have yet to meet I open my eyes I go back inside Back to reality By:Marci
26.Life With You
I feel like I’m dying looking all around me all I see is destruction and death. I want to die, I get a knife I put it to my skin all I want to do is see I can feel. I look up and… your there. I see if I can tell what your thinking, all I can see is concern and sadness. I put down the knife, and run into your arms to cry. I say “I’m lost,” that’s all I can say. You say, “Your safe now. I can help you. All you have to do is ask.” I don’t know what to do, I’m scared and hurt but I can feel your love.” WHAT DO I DO?
28.My World In Tears
When I started to break You glued me together I began to suffer through pain and ignore all the rain but life began to tremble with a problem after another you scared me with blood and he hurt me with tears it’s no lie I do wish I can die but I know death is not the solution to everything I hear I know he will be better and I know I can wait but if you’re not wanting this stop giving me this race! I can stop at the red light but life goes green can I get a speeding ticket when my life turns grey help me to be the only color help me to escape from grey no more rain no more tears. let my world fly out of here! By:Eonis Cibrian
When word comes that you are gone what will be said of you? Those who only knew you casually will say charitable platitudes. For that’s the thing to do when death closes out fond or ill remembrances.
But how will those that cared remember you? He lived a good life, they’ll say. Good as in good health, good parent or spouse. But how cast your shadow after all decays with time? Is anyone better because of you?
You stood in awe of nature and the universe. Will they say, he noticed such things? You reverenced life of all creatures. Will they say , it meant much to him? You loved the arts. Will they say, he excelled at none but tried? You believed, but your doubts were many. Will they say, he had concern for his fellow man? By:Wilton Parr
30.Strong & Steady
In And out. Strong and steady Are the breaths.
Boom. Boom. Strong and steady Is the heartbeat.
Tick. Tick. Strong and steady. Is the clock.
Pitter. Patter. Drip. Drop. Strong and steady Are the raindrops.
STRONG And STEADY And FULL Is the life of one who achieves.
WEAK And USELESS And EMPTY Is the life of one who is BROKEN. By:Hannah
I feel like it’s to late to apologize for everything that I’ve ever done wrong
I feel like it’s to late to change who I’ve become back to what I was
I feel like it’s to late because I’ve probably giving up and “I don’t care”
I feel like it’s to late too many tears have already been shed and the past can’t change
they say it’s never to late but then why does time exist By:Heather Hauge
Life is full of surprises and shocks while we are planning and deciding our next move, our course of action It moves in opposite direction, without warning while we spend a lifetime, thinking and planning about our future, our loved ones It takes a step further beyond our thinking everything about life is always uncertain the only thing constant thing about it is it is always moving so keep moving, keep smiling always By:Anjali
crazy days are loud and great funny, happy a memorable treat
crazy days you never forget filled with laughter not regret
crazy days are the best warm and loving and totally blessed
crazy days are fun and exciting scary and wild thunder and lightning
these crazy days you never forget as these are special memories locked in our heart By:Tashajade
In the beginning there is a living room whose tiles smell of Pine-Sol Lemon Fresh a mother running around: a worker bee making sure it’s all perfect and two children sitting on a battered old couch waiting on the routine: a stretch and a groan to announce his arrival It finally comes an epic yawn from down the hall bellows like the roar of some worn out bear “Dad’s home!” the children giggle and race down the hall throw themselves into his arms
That was in the beginning when a father juggled lemons grinned wide from ear to ear a jovial clown who drew a laugh from his crowd and a mother scolded “You’ll bruise all the fruit!” while she laughed
In time a mother ceased to laugh instead she cried behind the bathroom door and a father whose absence echoed down the halls a jovial clown packed his lemons and bowed to the crowd A mother said “It’s not your fault” but the Lemon Fresh went down the drain like the relationship between two people who were trying to stay sane
Two children wandered through a hazy fog until one day it became clear that a mother could stretch and groan: fill the silence in the halls and juggle the laughter the tears the pain and the fear just as well as a father who disappeared
That day I knew that I can’t always flinch when I think of you that I must look to myself for guidance and that sometimes I must fill the silence that I must replace the hate in my heart with love because it’s better to forgive and forget than to share my life with pain and regret By:Cindy P.
35.Land Of Eternal Zits
The beach is the land of eternal youth Where hormones rage And all is pleasant to the eye Perfect forms and Perfect fits In the land of eternal zits.
The lonely man by himself Holds his book to cover his shame Too many calories His only joy is fantasy He never takes off his shirt He watches her take off her skirt
The lonely girl by herself Undresses in front of all Puts herself on display Wonders if he notices her She lays in the sun Desiring some fun
His blood pumps for her He stares at the same page in his book Frozen in time He glances at her through his sunglasses With all his heart he would serve If only he had the nerve
Old couples watch as they bounce the ball Back and forth They remember the days of their youth The wind takes them to a different place Suddenly there is rust Where there once was lust. By:Jarrod Dillon
36.Point To Life
to the eye of the broken trail if not faster then an unborn snail
with tears of red to which did cry with all life known that had to die
and not perceive the standing door to wish that life was not a bore
and heaven and hell had to fight and scream through out the dreary night By:Sean Schroeder
you may be tough but life is rough we go through bad times it’s always hard but don’t commit a crime cuz life will be even more rough and you won’t be tough
Pansy, marigold and rose No takers for their beauty Cactus-collection is the rage Flowers are not in favour Thorns prick the drawing-rooms.
Exchanged As gifts of love Exhibited With puff and pride Freezing all fine feelings.
Depravity, deformity Cold cunning Of modern mind Sprouting up In cactus-craze. By:Vijay Vishal
The hand that rips the page of poetry. The snake that chews the eye of the skull. The flies that eat the carcass of the hare.
It’s all senseless.
The woman drains the chalice And vomits blood. The man ascends the mountain And collapses in mud. The boy who murders his parents Sees them every night by his bed.
It’s senseless, all senseless. By:Michael Monkhouse
Don’t be nervous when finding your purpose. To simply be alive is just scratching the surface.
As life goes on, you will find out the truth. Blissful ignorance is only for the youth.
As you get older, you start to wonder Why am I here? Was it just a blunder?
Whatever your purpose, it is for you to choose, Because wasting your time wondering is of no use. By:Anxhelo Llangozi
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore– And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over– like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
42.The Road Not Take
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.
43.There is another sky
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin, Never mind silent fields – Here is a little forest, Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum: Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come!
44.Life Is Fine
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank.
I came up once and hollered! I came up twice and cried! If that water hadn’t a-been so cold I might’ve sunk and died.
But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!
I took the elevator Sixteen floors above the ground. I thought about my baby And thought I would jump down.
I stood there and I hollered! I stood there and I cried! If it hadn’t a-been so high I might’ve jumped and died.
But it was High up there! It was high!
So since I’m still here livin’, I guess I will live on. I could’ve died for love– But for livin’ I was born
Though you may hear me holler, And you may see me cry– I’ll be dogged, sweet baby, If you gonna see me die.
Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!
The tree has entered my hands, The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breast- Downward, The branches grow out of me, like arms.Tree you are, Moss you are, You are violets with wind above them. A child – so high – you are, And all this is folly to the world.
46.Still I Rise
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.
47.The New Poetry Handbook
1 If a man understands a poem, he shall have troubles.
2 If a man lives with a poem, he shall die lonely.
3 If a man lives with two poems, he shall be unfaithful to one.
4 If a man conceives of a poem, he shall have one less child.
5 If a man conceives of two poems, he shall have two children less.
6 If a man wears a crown on his head as he writes, he shall be found out.
7 If a man wears no crown on his head as he writes, he shall deceive no one but himself.
8 If a man gets angry at a poem, he shall be scorned by men.
9 If a man continues to be angry at a poem, he shall be scorned by women.
10 If a man publicly denounces poetry, his shoes will fill with urine.
11 If a man gives up poetry for power, he shall have lots of power.
12 If a man brags about his poems, he shall be loved by fools.
13 If a man brags about his poems and loves fools, he shall write no more.
14 If a man craves attention because of his poems, he shall be like a jackass in moonlight.
15 If a man writes a poem and praises the poem of a fellow, he shall have a beautiful mistress.
16 If a man writes a poem and praises the poem of a fellow overly, he shall drive his mistress away.
17 If a man claims the poem of another, his heart shall double in size.
18 If a man lets his poems go naked, he shall fear death.
19 If a man fears death, he shall be saved by his poems.
20 If a man does not fear death, he may or may not be saved by his poems.
21 If a man finishes a poem, he shall bathe in the blank wake of his passion and be kissed by white paper.
Between my finger and my thumb The squat pin rest; snug as a gun.
Under my window, a clean rasping sound When the spade sinks into gravelly ground: My father, digging. I look down
Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds Bends low, comes up twenty years away Stooping in rhythm through potato drills Where he was digging.
The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft Against the inside knee was levered firmly. He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep To scatter new potatoes that we picked, Loving their cool hardness in our hands.
By God, the old man could handle a spade. Just like his old man.
My grandfather cut more turf in a day Than any other man on Toner’s bog. Once I carried him milk in a bottle Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up To drink it, then fell to right away Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods Over his shoulder, going down and down For the good turf. Digging.
The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge Through living roots awaken in my head. But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.
Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests. I’ll dig with it
I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine.
And into my garden stole. When the night had veiled the pole; In the morning glad I see, My foe outstretchd beneath the tree
50.I Am Not Yours
I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love — put out My senses, leave me deaf and blind, Swept by the tempest of your love, A taper in a rushing wind.