10 Best Famous Activities Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Activities poems. This is a select list of the best famous Activities poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Activities poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of activities poems.

• All Famous Activities Poems

Some souls pass away so quietly that not even the suspiration of their fleeting wings
is heard, or known, to us, among so many other activities, so many other things; 

so, this was one such soul, that breathed its last, effortlessly and without pain, 
melting away into the unknown, rising to the snowy Himalayan heights, shining forth beyond these dusty plains; 

only now, people seem to have woken up to her plaudits, her praise, 
something she never sought in her long and eventful life, through years of joy and strife

yet all this is somehow her due, more than many who falsely claim it 
and its no small achievement, hers, at so many levels, when we think of it- 

personal and national-- daughter, wife, mother; and an inspiring enabling guide
to millions, who flounder in the shallows, or sink with each fickle tide; 

for these, the poor, the helpless, the friendless, the outcast, 
she brought hope and comfort and a vision eternal, one that will last 
and outlive us all.



(BR magazine 25th March 2015)

 Sleepless I listen to the surge and drone 
And drifting roar of the town’s undertone; 
Till through quiet falling rain I hear the bells 
Tolling and chiming their brief tune that tells 
Day’s midnight end. And from the day that’s over
No flashes of delight I can recover; 
But only dreary winter streets, and faces 
Of people moving in loud clanging places: 
And I in my loneliness, longing for you... 

For all I did to-day, and all I’ll do
To-morrow, in this city of intense 
Arteried activities that throb and strive, 
Is but a beating down of that suspense 
Which holds me from your arms.
I am alive 
Only that I may find you at the end
Of these slow-striking hours I toil to spend, 
Putting each one behind me, knowing but this— 
That all my days are turning toward your kiss; 
That all expectancy awaits the deep 
Consoling passion of your eyes, that keep
Their radiance for my coming, and their peace 
For when I find in you my love’s release.