Comprehension Poem - 1 "A time to Believe"

Poem - A time to Believe

     - B. J. Morbitzer

"To believe is to know that

every day is a new beginning.

Is to trust that miracles happen,

and dreams really do come true.

To believe is to see angels

dancing among the clouds,

To know the wonder of a stardust sky

and the wisdom of the man in the moon.

To believe is to know the value of a nurturing heart,

The innocence of a child's eyes

and the beauty of an aging hand,

for it is through their teachings we learn to love.

To believe is to find the strength

and courage that lies within us

When it's time to pick up

the pieces and begin again.

To believe is to know

we are not alone,

That life is a gift

and this is our time to cherish it.

To believe is to know

that wonderful surprises are just

waiting to happen,

And all our hopes and dreams are within reach.

If only we believe..."

Questions:

1. What should we know and trust everyday?

Answer - We should know and trust that everyday is a new beginning, and also that miracles do happen and dreams do come true.

2. What are the two super natural references in the second stanza?

Answer - The two super natural references in the stanza include angels and the man in the moon.

3. What two qualities are needed to recover, after a shocking event?

Answer - The two qualities that are needed to recover after a shocking event includes strength and courage.

4. Who is the poet of this poem?

Answer - The poet of this poem is B. J. Morbitzer.

5. What kind of attitude does the poet advise everybody to have?

Answer - The poet advises is to be positive and have an optimistic attitude. He wants us to believe that everyday comes with new opportunities and has a new beginning and miracles do happen. 

6. What does the poet have to say about nurturing?

Answer - Nurturing is caring. When someone nurtures us, be it our parents or our teachers; we should believe and try to value what they tell us based on their vast experience and wish to give us an advice. 

7. Any five qualities that you can pick up from the poem?

Answer - Love, Trust, Courage, Belief, Strength.

8.A. Write words from the poem that describe the following:

a) sky   -  stardust sky.

b) heart -  nurturing heart.

c) hand  -  ageing hand.

d) beginning - new beginning.

e) surprises - wonderful surprises.

8.B. Rearrange the letters to make meaningful words:

a) "clearmis" - miracles.

b) "sowmid"   - wisdom.

c) "gearuoc"  - courage.

d) "rissupser" - surprises.

e) "tabyue" - beauty.

f) "madres" - dreams.

g) "laveu" - value.

h) "downre" - wonder.

8.C. What do the following words mean?

a) aging - growing old.

b) nurturing - to provide nourishment and care.

c) pick up the pieces - return to normal after a shock.

d) cherish - hold something dearly and of great value.

The Beautiful Moon Poem

This 'The Beautiful Moon' Poem is beautiful. This poem refers to the moon as 'she' and talks about her loneliness but still about her ability to lock up her emotions and guiding those who are in need of light to show them the way. I hope everyone enjoys this poem the way I did!

The Beautiful Moon Poem

 - By Unknown

How beautiful is the moon,

Glowing bright in the night skies.

Hiding herself during noon,

So you'll never know if she cries.

Alone she sits in the sky,

Guiding those who need the light.

Warming the hearts of those who cry,

But always keeping herself locked up tight.

Though surrounded by many stars,

In solitude she rather be.

A consequence produced by scars,

Shh... Can you hear her silent plea?

Away from people, away from pain,

She hides herself, in plain sight.

I've told you once and I'll tell you again,

The story of a beautiful moon

Whose light glows brightest at night.

Sip Your Coffee Nice and Slow Poem By Anonymous

This is a beautiful poem full of positivity and inspiration. This poem makes you realize that life is too short and we shouldn't just spend it worrying about things which are not in our hands. Sometimes the best we can do is sit back and relax and learn to enjoy our coffee.

Sip Your Coffee Nice and Slow 

    - By Anonymous

Sip your coffee, nice and slow,

No one ever knows when it’s time to go,

There’ll be no time to enjoy the glow,

So sip your coffee nice and slow.

Life is too short but feels pretty long,

There’s too much to do, so much going wrong,

And most of the time you struggle to be strong,

Before it’s too late and it’s time to go,

Sip your coffee nice and slow.

Some friends stay, others go away,

Loved ones are cherished, but not all will stay ,

Kids will grow up and fly away,

There’s really no saying how things will go,

So sip your coffee nice and slow.

Before you know it seasons have changed,

Those precious little moments are part of yesterday,

Most things have turned out relatively okay,

And you finally reap what you have sown,

So sip your coffee nice and slow.

In the end it’s really all about love,

For this world and it’s beauty and the stars above,

For His grace in your life, for each present moment,

Smile and breathe and let your worries go,

Just sip your coffee nice and slow.

Amazing Peace: A Christmas Poem by Maya Angelou

Amazing Peace: A Christmas Poem by Maya Angelou is a beautiful poem which inspires the peace and hope of Christmas to light up our holidays. This poem promises to instill faith and belief in people especially children, to lighten up and be happy during Christmas and await goodness of life.

Amazing Peace: A Christmas Poem

     by Maya Angelou

Thunder rumbles in the mountain passes

And lightning rattles the eaves of our houses.

Flood waters await us in our avenues.

Snow falls upon snow, falls upon snow to avalanche

Over unprotected villages.

The sky slips low and grey and threatening.

We question ourselves.

What have we done to so affront nature?

We worry God.

Are you there? Are you there really?

Does the covenant you made with us still hold?

Into this climate of fear and apprehension, Christmas enters,

Streaming lights of joy, ringing bells of hope

And singing carols of forgiveness high up in the bright air.

The world is encouraged to come away from rancor,

Come the way of friendship.

It is the Glad Season.

Thunder ebbs to silence and lightning sleeps quietly in the corner.

Flood waters recede into memory.

Snow becomes a yielding cushion to aid us

As we make our way to higher ground.

Hope is born again in the faces of children

It rides on the shoulders of our aged as they walk into their sunsets.

Hope spreads around the earth. Brightening all things,

Even hate which crouches breeding in dark corridors.

In our joy, we think we hear a whisper.

At first it is too soft. Then only half heard.

We listen carefully as it gathers strength.

We hear a sweetness.

The word is Peace.

It is loud now. It is louder.

Louder than the explosion of bombs.

We tremble at the sound. We are thrilled by its presence.

It is what we have hungered for.

Not just the absence of war. But, true Peace.

A harmony of spirit, a comfort of courtesies.

Security for our beloveds and their beloveds.

We clap hands and welcome the Peace of Christmas.

We beckon this good season to wait a while with us.

We, Baptist and Buddhist, Methodist and Muslim, say come.

Peace.

Come and fill us and our world with your majesty.

We, the Jew and the Jainist, the Catholic and the Confucian,

Implore you, to stay a while with us.

So we may learn by your shimmering light

How to look beyond complexion and see community.

It is Christmas time, a halting of hate time.

On this platform of peace, we can create a language

To translate ourselves to ourselves and to each other.

At this Holy Instant, we celebrate the Birth of Jesus Christ

Into the great religions of the world.

We jubilate the precious advent of trust.

We shout with glorious tongues at the coming of hope.

All the earth's tribes loosen their voices

To celebrate the promise of Peace.

We, Angels and Mortal's, Believers and Non-Believers,

Look heavenward and speak the word aloud.

Peace. We look at our world and speak the word aloud.

Peace. We look at each other, then into ourselves

And we say without shyness or apology or hesitation.

Peace, My Brother.

Peace, My Sister.

Peace, My Soul.” 

Caged Bird Poem By Maya Angelou

Caged Bird 

       - by Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind,

And floats downstream till the current ends,

And dips his wing in the orange suns rays

And dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage,

Can seldom see through his bars of rage,

His wings are clipped and his feet are tied,

So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill,

Of things unknown but longed for still,

And his tune is heard on the distant hill,

For the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze,

And the trade winds soft through the sighing trees,

And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn,

And he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams,

His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream,

His wings are clipped and his feet are tied,

So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill,

Of things unknown but longed for still,

And his tune is heard on the distant hill,

For the caged bird sings of freedom.

Phenomenal Woman Poem by Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman

     - by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I'm telling lies.

I say,

It's in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It's the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can't touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can't see.

I say,

It's in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Now you understand

Just why my head's not bowed.

I don't shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It's in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Source: The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou -  Phenomenal Woman: Four Poems Celebrating Women

A Mistake Poem

I came across this poem recently and simply loved it. I enjoyed reading it and I am sure you would too. Though I am not sure who exactly is the poet of this poem. If you have any idea, let me know. The poem is about making mistakes, accepting it, asking for forgiveness and learning from those mistakes. Enjoy the poem!

A Mistake

    - By Poet Unknown

I know I went wrong somewhere,

I know it was at your stake,

I know at all it wasn't fair,

I'm sorry, it was my mistake.

Things don't always go right in life,

That doesn't mean we break apart,

To forgive and to forget,

That's the rule and life's art.

A trauma of feelings, a jamboree of thoughts,

All caught up and muddled between ought, nots, and oughts,

The blunder is done, let me find the track,

In this world of actions, there is no looking back.

Never will I moan,

Never will I fret,

If you do understand me,

Let's all forgive and forget.

And pretend that nothing happened before,

And that it as never born,

For at dusk you might look around you,

And find yourself forlorn.

Never with mistakes does life blotch,

You only look at it as worse,

It is made up of attitudes alone,

Life is beautiful and never a curse.

You learn from mistakes,

You earn from mistakes,

A lifetime of experience,

As richest as ever.

Life is Once Lived and Led Poem

A few days ago I stumbled upon this poem.  I have not learnt who had wrote this poem.  But it is such a beautiful poetry that I couldn't keep it away from its audience. Though it doesn't rhyme much,  yet the poem feels beautiful when read.  I do not know the title of this poem,  as it hadn't any.  Simply named it by it's fourth line. The poem just calls out to you.  With its simple lines describing about growing up and living life. The last paragraph of the poem is quite motivational and inspires us to be positive in whatever situation you face in life, as good luck and hope always buzzes around.  So never give up.

Life is Once Lived and Led

    - By Anonymous

A long colorful story,

With happiness and frown buried,

All it can be said,

“Life is once lived and led.”

May friends and family can’t ever forget,

For the one who lives,

The tale goes rapidly.

Childhood the best time ever,

Spent most of it with love and care

Then comes the teenage, 

The time to fly out of the cage.

It ends up with many experiences,

Right time to take responsibilities,

Time to settle and 

Make up for the old age.

Ups and down are its outline,

Which brings amazement,

For be it failure or success,

Luck and hope always buzz around.

Don't Quit Poem

The poem 'Don't Quit' is a beautiful, motivational poem which inspires us to keep going even when we are worried about the obstacles and feel like giving up. The poet of this poem is quite unknown. It is said that this poem was written by Edgar A. Guest and was originally renamed as 'Keep Going'. But this poem is also attributed to be the work of John Greenleaf Whittier or even William Murray Angus. Truth about the author of this poem still remains a mystery, yet one cannot deny that this poem is a beautiful piece of work. 

Don't Quit

         -By Unknown

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.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,

As every one of us sometimes learns,

And many a failure turns about

When he might have won had he stuck it out.

Don’t give up though the pace seems slow -

You may succeeded with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than

It seems to a faint and faltering man;

Often the struggler has given up

When he might have captured the victor’s cup;

And he learned too late when the night came down,

How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out -

The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,

And you never can tell how close you are,

It might be near when it seems afar;

So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit -

It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

A Complaint Poem By William Wordsworth

A Complaint is one of William Wordsworth's romantic works which deals with the loss and grief. In this poem the poet reveals his loss and suffering that he has gone through, - loss of someone he cared the most, may be a friend, or someone he loved. This loss has led his heart through a great mental distress and left him broken..

A Complaint

       - By William Wordsworth

There is a change—and I am poor;

Your love hath been, nor long ago,

A fountain at my fond heart's door,

Whose only business was to flow;

And flow it did; not taking heed

Of its own bounty, or my need.

What happy moments did I count!

Blest was I then all bliss above!

Now, for that consecrated fount

Of murmuring, sparkling, living love,

What have I? shall I dare to tell?

A comfortless and hidden well.

A well of love—it may be deep—

I trust it is,—and never dry:

What matter? if the waters sleep

In silence and obscurity.

—Such change, and at the very door

Of my fond heart, hath made me poor.

Acceptance Poem By Robert Frost

Acceptance is a sonnet by Robert Frost. This beautiful poem implies about accepting facts of life, whether its an event or a threat to one's existence... what is important is to accept it as part and parcel of life and just live hoping to be safe and sound to see the next day.

Acceptance

                     - By Robert Frost

When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud

And goes down burning into the gulf below,

No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud

At what has happened. Birds, at least must know

It is the change to darkness in the sky.

Murmuring something quiet in her breast,

One bird begins to close a faded eye;

Or overtaken too far from his nest,

Hurrying low above the grove, some waif

Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.

At most he thinks or twitters softly, ''Safe!

Now let the night be dark for all of me.

Let the night be too dark for me to see

Into the future. Let what will be, be.''

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Poem By Robert Frost

Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening is a short poem by Robert Frost which works with nature as a theme. It is said to be one of the Robert Frost's famous poems.

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

    

        - By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Design Poem by Robert Frost

The Design poem by Robert Frost is a sonnet that makes us think whether everything that happens in the nature is planned and executed with perfection. The three characters on which the poem is based is a spider, moth and a flower.

Design

                          - By Robert Frost

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,

On a white heal-all, holding up a moth

Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth ---

Assorted characters of death and blight

Mixed ready to begin the morning right,

Like the ingredients of a witches' broth ---

A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,

And dead wings carried like a paper kite.

What had that flower to do with being white,

The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?

What brought the kindred spider to that height,

Then steered the white moth thither in the night?

What but design of darkness to appall? ---

If design govern in a thing so small.