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A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
With doors that none but the wind ever closes,
Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster;
It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses.
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority.
Not counting schools, where one has to,
and the poets themselves,
Underneath the infinite sky,
above the ovoid earth,
he began his journey,
That boy I took in the car last night,
With the body that awfully sagged away,
And the lips blood-crisped, and the eyes flame-bright,
And the poor hands folded and cold as clay --
War. And war some more.
War. And war some more.
No one knows,
What it's for,
Science, that simple saint, cannot be bothered
Figuring what anything is for:
Enough for her devotions that things are
And can be contemplated soon as gathered.
Alone in crowds to wander on,
And feel that all the charm is gone
Which voices dear and eyes beloved
Shed round us once, where'er we roved --
My answers are inadequate
To those demanding day and date
And ever set a tiny shock
Through strangers asking what's o'clock;
The snail moves like a
Hovercraft, held up by a
Rubber cushion of itself,
Sharing its secret
Now shall I walk
Or shall I ride?
"Ride", Pleasure said;
"Walk", Joy replied.
these tears i shed will never go away
the tears that fall, will remind me of that pain
the pain of loss is what i speak
the pain that made me fall to my knees
How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that case and that repose to say,
"Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!"
collapsed in tears of pain
so lost in heavy confusion
how did things get so messed up
Please help me now is all i can say
Sally is gone that was so kindly,
Sally is gone from Ha'nacker Hill
And the Briar grows ever since then so blindly;
And ever since then the clapper is still...
Blind Bartimeus at the gates
Of Jericho in darkness waits;
He hears the crowd;--he hears a breath
Say, "It is Christ of Nazareth!"
Your friend is one who answers to your needs:
the field you sow with love, and reap with thanks;
you seek him for your peace, to hear his heart;
and when he's silent - still his heart you hear:
Every good thought comes from heaven
` I forget from who
We are ruled by the sun... both suns, the big ball of fire, and the big almighty father!
Inside her head, the voices kept up a relentless murmur, like background noise you can't turn down. Silently screaming! Begging for answers to questions she did not ask. For she did not know what the question be. For the answer was not to all the same. One question that never dare leave her tongue was questions she did not realize she never wanted the answers to.
Falling free, in the epitome of space, I look to the stars and I fall with faith, never knowing what lies below, only the knowing that I do not know, and as I fall I grasp the stars with my heart, and look to the void and fall deeply into my soul, that I may find in my free falling wake, a path before me, , in which I could take, never lost always found I search for the answer, in my heart where I dwell. Looking ever inward, into the peace within my self, and the harmony there, as the stars twinkle in the sky, an ocean of jewels oh so high, singing in whispers of promise, of hope, as I fall through the void, clinging to the dreams that escape my grasp, as I stretch out my hand and clasp the open empty air with my fingertips, the beauty of the stars avails me and I gasp at the everlasting grace that I hath found deep within my soul, ever falling into the night, wonderingly bewildered at the sight, of the power of the void, through which I fall, as a tear falls from my eye, at the wonder of it all. And I sigh, a sigh of deep contentment, knowing that I fall to the place to where I can rest, as I pass every trial and every test, to flow free through the night sky the never ending void, down to the place where I'm meant to be, that in reaching my destination I can finally see, as I look to the stars, what is meant for me, and In my heart I find a hope, a belief, that god is truly watching over me, though I miss him, and wine, and cry and coo, I know that god knows exactly what I do, and I have faith that his eyes are upon my heart, that he walks with me from the beginning to the end, from the start, that his brow is upon my faith, that his smile widens as I fall, through it all. To my eternal place, where I will rest finally free of sorrow, and in the joy of today, never gazing upon tomorrow, for the moment is where I ever rest, and somewhere below, as I fall through the void, there is a place for me where Im meant to go, god surely guiding my path, the way to show, and I know, that I will find my way, to the next moment and the next, through today and each day, and ever gracefully and truly do I fall. Into the wonder and glory of it all. That I might find within the twinkling light of the stars, those illusions and dreams that are near and far, that I might catch them in my waiting grasp, as I fall through the void, upon my path, to the polarity of the place through which I find the answers I seek, and in the knowing of the answer, my questions keep, looking within my heart, into the answers deep I find the space to be free, of all that binds me, confounds, me surrounds me and confines me, and in the freedom to which I most dearly, strive, I find myself in the midst of the void, still free and alive, and it is within this freedom that I truly thrive and I know that fate has a plan, a path set for me, and I look upon the stars, in which I truly see that the many many lights that glitter above, shine for me, lighting my way, the sleeping dusk, and the awaiting day, and I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the lord of all, carries me on the wind of the void with wings deep and wide, under the shadow of which I abide and I know that there is always a reason, for every uttered breath of wind, for every change in the seasons, every leaf that falls has a purpose, when the sun arises, there is a time and place for its rising, and the moon is always where its meant to be, as it glows in the void, among st the sea, of an ocean of jewels meant for me and I swell with pride, in my humble life, as fate is my mistress, destiny my wife, and I thrive under the long feathers of the lord, baering with closed eyes, his promise and word and as I fall through the void, I know not at all. A simple fool that I may be, I stand truly tall for I am one within my mind, true in my heart, one of a kind, a spirit and fey, and an elemental, a soul. I child of god, and a child of poems, through which I write these words with unfettered grace, gracefully, penning them down with unfettered faith, oblivious to the listening ear, as each word comes alive beneath my fingertips precious and dear and I am enlivened by the words I speak, and I heal with every verse and inside I seethe, that I may hear the mystery of my love, as I gaze at the stars high above, and their light lasts dwelling in my eyes, and I am illuminated, my truth piercing every illusion and lie, and I am a humbled by the lord, and his ever raised brow, realizing the why, the meaning the how, the truth ever flowing through my veins, the answers ever speaking to my brain, as my mind is enlightened by the beauty within the verse, and in this poetry alive, I do recollect and rehearse of the beauty that comes from falling free, from the depth of unknowing, into the depths of me that I may truly see lost upon the stars, their light a path to make, the map of the stars the path I take as I fall through the void under the wings of the lord, never looking towards the end of my fate, for each day I live fate creates, in my life, a lasting poetry that seethes, that lives, that breathes, and I am yet but a single word, empowered by the power and depth of the nouns and the verbs, as the verses come alive under my hands, and I find myself riddled by the riddle of man, who am I to know that I am but a child, my heart lost in the mysteries of the deep and the wild. My soul captivated by the light of god. My heart captures by his grace, kissed by his love. I am but a fool who knows not my bounds, I live in the stillness and silence of my ignorance profound, yet I ever abound upon the whispering of fate, that I might with my higher being co create and deliberate, with haste as I cooperate with faith, the unbridled destiny that unfolds before me unto the destination that awaits seemingly with endless patience for me to fall upon its place, with an unmatched grace, that I might truly taste the fruits of the vine that grow there of, as I fall through the sky now high above, and fall into the deepest, poem, in my heart, my home, a psalm that whispers of a loving soul, who loves the lord with all I know, and in my love do I find strength and peace a loving faith and deep release into the pleasure of all that I know as I reap all the blessings that I surely sow, into the the life and hearts of all I know, as I move through the void, unto the place that awaits, I cry with love to the fairies, with love to the fates, and angels sing a lullaby so sound to my heart, and under my pen I hear their art, as it sings to me so soothingly I lay deep inside, truly at peace and truly alive, and in my heart I listen, and in my heart I strive, as I yearn and earn, as I heel and bide, to the answers in which in my heart do rest and find a lasting peace through every test, and as I finally fall unto my awaiting place, I am truly rewarded by my lasting faith and I am blessed with blessings upon blessings for all I have done, for all I have seen for all I have won, and all I have earned, and I find fine love underneath my fingertips, as I pen this poem I am apart of this, and I know that I am truly loved as I find love, from god, and all above, and in my heart does he so dearly speak, to show me the way, and the answers to keep and as I finally come to rest within the place that is mind, in the place that I dwell great treasures I find, that are truly mine, and that I am blessed to receive, and in my heart I pray, and in my heart I believe that I am graced with a path that shows its own way, that the stars align, within my wake, that fate unravels as the story is told. And destiny beckons as I walk upon my path, faithful, true, strong, and bold. That I may ever know my place, and ever behold my faith, and the love that I have there in, . As I fall through the void and at last find home. Sheltered in the long feathers, of the wings deep and wide, of the lord, who carries, me, who in his wings I reside. At last, peace everlasting.
I need you to know that in life, you won't have answers to all every questions and it's fine, only God is all knowing.
What will be "not fine" is you behaving or acting like you have answers to everything. You are just shooting yourself in the leg.
I can give you depth. I can't give you answers to the mysteries that lie there to sleep.
wisdom does not sleep
wisdom waits watches
waiting for questions
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