Leisure is a famous poem by renowned poet, William Henry Davies.This poem talks about how people seldom take out time to live a little and appreciate the simple things of life.

This poem encourages us to find time from our daily, often tumultuous routines - just to unwind, relieve stress and not always be so full of care.

Leisure

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich the smile her eyes began.

A poor life this, if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

               -William Henry Davies

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Music is present in nature. Every life form and even inanimate objects constantly sing and minister to us; providing relief, peace, and immense joy to our soul amidst all the chaos around us.

This belief is encapsulated by this famous poem about nature written by Ralph Waldo Emerson titled "Music".

Music
Let me go where'er I will
I hear a sky-born music still :
It sounds from all things old,
It sounds from all things young,
From all that's fair, from all that's foul,
Peals out a cheerful song.

It is not only in the rose,
It is not only in the bird,
Not only where the rainbow glows,
Nor in the song of woman heard,
But in the darkest meanest things
There alway, alway something sings.

'Tis not in the high stars alone,
Nor in the cup of budding flowers,
Nor in the red-breast's mellow tone,
Nor in the bow that smiles in showers,
But in the mud and scum of things
There alway, alway something sings.
                                                        - Ralph Waldo Emerson

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INDECISIVE FATE is a short poem from one of our readers which talks about facing the uncertainties of life and the will to carry on no matter the situation. This short poem is basically a poem about life and can easily be related to.

Enjoy this well written piece below :

INDECISIVE FATE
Sitting alone on a lonely night
Reaping the fruits of my indecision
Solitude my new found company
Listening to the deafening sound of silence
It's like everything has it right except me,
Even the sun knows where to rise and set.
But I’m an ocean controlled by waves,
As the tides, I rise and fall.

It's no longer a buffet,
I just feed off the crumbs from the table,
Like a beast of burden I carry my loads without grunts.
I follow a path no man has thread.
Finding my own path in this big ball called earth. Superstitions make me hold my head to make a wish.
I hope my legs know where they are taking me to.
I hope my heart finds what it seeks.

 Surely as there is life I will live.
Surely as I breathe, I'll survive
I will hope and i will dream.
 For yet tomorrow is pregnant,
Puffed with uncertainties and unknown,
Will it birth sweet or churn out sour?
Only the heavens can tell..
                                               I_am_Exousia

''Road Not Taken'' is a famous narrative poem by renowned poet, Robert Frost.

Consisting of four stanzas of five lines each, this historical piece champions following one's path and ideas. Some critics, however, argue that this popular literary work entails expressing irony towards a particular idea.

Enjoy this wonderful masterpiece below :

The Road Not Taken
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 bends 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 steps 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 thee one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
                                                Robert Frost