Short inspirational poems about life

I entered the world and got a name. I followed the rules and started the game. I got into a race and ran for fame. I got ditched by them for the same. I still tried hard to mark my claim. I kept memorizing, "It's my only aim." I was desperate for the win and to exclaim. I tripped down and fall, now who to blame. I said to myself, "Oh!! What a shame". I lost the race and could not proclaim Now I talk to myself after getting maim. "Was life just a game of fame"? I wanted to change, but they took me to flame. I cannot get a second chance, I am out of the game.

"Happiness is so easy to find, you can get it in your own mind". "It's a balance of heart and brain, you can find it in drop of rain". "It's a lovely babies smile, you can find it in singing rhyme". "It's a cozy sleep at night, you can find it in pillow fight". "It's a truth that is easy to tell, you can find it in ringing bell". "It's a pride in name and fame, you can find it in childhood game". "It's a song with beautiful melody, you can find it in piece of parody". "It's a dream of bride and groom, you can find it in flowers bloom". "It's a morning with bright sunshine, you can find it in sip of wine". "Happiness is so easy to find, you can find it in others smile". "Happiness is so easy to find, I can find it when I write".

"Water splashes, rolls and tumbles again". "Rocking blue water reaches the river to see the ocean again". "Tumbling up and down to create white waves again". "Calmly simmers the heat to see the sky again". "Thunder in pride and regain the throne again". "Turning the coat of white to black again". "Particles of time made it heavy to touch the ground again". "To see the people dance in its fall again". "And the water splashes, rolls and tumbles again".

I once had a life with a dream, it was my entire world, in which I always wanted to breathe.   One day came a strong wind and I let myself drift. I shed off my wings, feeling I no longer needed them for shift.  The wind would be my wings was the worst accord. It took me along for the rest of my life never to chord.  My dream was left in a place I would never belong.  I was captured in the strapping winds that never let me out. Now I wonder if I carried the courage to fly against the wind that day. I had never shed off my wings to be partial that day. I would have passed the gust with the strength of my wings. The wind would not have thrown me in rounds and rings. I would not have suffered the thrust for the rest of my life. But the turmoil would have passed with the blink of an eye.  I may have reached my dream world where I could live and never suffer for fresh breeze and could fly with my will. "Fly to fight the current". "Fly to reach the heights". ...

Life is a Journey from young to old. Time is a sculptor to carve and mould. It gives colors of sorrow and joy. And turns a man from a playful boy. It gives the beauty of pain and pride. And turns a woman from a girl who never cried. It gives strength when young and brave. And gives patience when old and cannot sustain.