Best Lessons Learned Poems
"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet "
~A Rambling Poet~
A canopy of trees
filters the sun for me,
and I am grateful...
For I do not feel like
having the rays glare
in my eyes today,
in a brooding mood I am.
The earth is damp,
drunken with dew,
seemingly commiserating
with me
I lay myself down,
jagged rocks beneath me
--cutting, rough--
and I welcome it
For it grounds me,
a reminder
that not everything
is sunlight and blooms
I sink in my darkness
and close my eyes
to dwell in it and drown,
just sighing
For an eternity,
I am mired with
muck and moss in my mind,
thoughts eroding
to nothingness
...until I open my eyes
to Wonderment
The trees above me
stand tall and proud
in their radial glory,
the sun just
breaking through,
shimmering, dappling
my cold being
Leaves gilt with light
blink back in awe
and I am floored,
blanketed by warmth
of hushed spirits
surrounding me
These trees
tell their tales
of growth and survival,
of yearning for
that light,
of their struggle
to catch a glimpse
of heaven...
of capturing
its light,
using it,
feeding off from it,
in order to
give back to others
some of them stumble
yet most of them
succeed
I am humbled.
I am awed.
Yes, the canopy
gave me shade,
temporary darkness
from the light,
I look up again
and realize
that the tiniest
pinholes of hope exist,
reaching deep within...
little sparks
that set off
a chain reaction
of life
--June 11-12 (2011)
Do not seek or chose to find,
correction in another’s mind;
When at the heart of all, we know;
enlightenment comes from what we sow.
To criticize or correct ourselves is for the best
since others seldom can surmise the simplest jest.
In deference to said life so roughly hewn
‘tis the clown that earns heavenly boon.
For the gift of lucidity is rare without calamity
and few honorifics abound for those who claim sanity.
I sat at your table
I’m sure, I was 5.
The first time I learned
About being alive.
Helicopter landed in
The field, Right out back.
No time to finish eating,
Rushed out, forced to pack.
Stayed with a neighbor
I barely knew
And then the next day,
Said goodbye to you.
And when you’re 5,
One minute your there,
Healthy, alive.
And the next your gone,
I visit a stone.
No one tells you
How to be alone
Because some lessons
You shouldn’t have to learn at 5.
These are the things that I miss the most
The little things that I never noticed
Wish I could go back just one time
Feel the heartbeat
Of innocence which in a sense is so sublime
It's much easier to just stay cold
You can't find your way back to the place that you would never dare to go to
.
And maybe someday
I'll learn
How to trust again . . .
And not feel the burn
And baby someway
I'll discern
The blowing of the wind . . .
And not fear the turn
.
Drowning in the desert of deep regret
Scorched in the river of secrets never told and never kept
You can't go back to where you've never been
You can't shut out your friends if you have never been a friend to them
You can't undo what's been undone
You can't win this race if all you ever do is run
Look with your heart not just your eyes
You can't live this life if all you ever do is wave goodbye
.
And maybe someday
I'll learn
How to trust again . . .
And not feel the burn
And baby someway
I'll discern
The blowing of the wind . . .
And not fear the turn
.
So take a chance and just let someone in
You may get hurt, you may get burned
But then again . . .
You just might make a friend
And maybe someday
I'll learn
How to trust again . . .
And not feel the burn
And baby someway
I'll discern
The blowing of the wind . . .
And not fear the turn
My grandson asked if back when I was young
I had ever done anything naughty or wrong
I said shut the door put on listening ears
And Ill tell you a tale of rank shivering fear
One night at midnight I sneaked from my bed
To a neigr knocker fastened a thread
Old Mrs. Murphy, ninety and living all alone
That she was a witch was really well known
I pulled the string and the knocker did bang
Then over the garden wall lithely I sprang
When the old woman limped to the door
Finding nobody there she ranted and swore
Again and again I pulled that on the thread
As over and over tears of laughter I shed
Then the moon clouded and all turned dark
A cold hand of fear icily fingered my heart
A voice rasped lowly filling me with dread
‘I’ve got you now and soon you’ll be dead’
I was then dragged to Mrs. Murphy’s door
Feeling more terrified than ever before
The door was opened I was pushed inside
Nowhere I could run nowhere I could hide
There in the kitchen the old woman sat
Black cloak and hair, black teeth and hat
Our neighbour then sat me down on a chair
The witch held me still with malevolent stare
Pointing long sharp nailed finger I felt the spell
As she spoke of hot flames and rotting in hell
I promised to be good and meant it sincerely
I’ve been good ever since, well almost, nearly
(5th in contest,’Childhood memories’ by Crystal Wilkins)
A minor setback
Can either bury your dreams
Or bring light to them
Lessons learned are life's gain
Without them life would be mundane
Each day brings a gift with it
To unwrap it you have to endure pain
Come what may,you have to brave it
Otherwise,all the gain goes down the drain
Take those lessons seriously ,my dear
Lest,you live your life all in vain
Lessons learned and lived properly
That is what, our end should retain.....
"You don't learn anything about life in school"
It
is not
your schooling
which is the key
to education,
or the ability
to commit to memory
ten thousand trivialities
through ten years of indoctrination
which will prepare you for the road ahead;
it is in the appreciation
that such knowledge becomes wisdom
when at last you recognise
that life is not a game,
though the insights gained
from your tutors
may get you
in the
team.
1st October 2015
Lessons Learned Hard
by Robert (Bob) Moore
We used to call this weather “brisk”
but now its “bloody cold”
funny how your outlook changes
as your growing old
The cold gets into these old bones
and makes them ache and pain
what I’d give if I could be
back in my youth again
Cold weather did not bother me
I waited for the snow
get out the old toboggan
and to Sunny Brow we’d go
Sledding fast, down the hill
Gore Brook at the bottom
good job the fence was there to stop us
or we’d be long forgotten
Those bangs and bruises years ago
probably started all this pain
but I don’t care, if I was young
I’d do it all again
As a child from Germany I learned to live in a foreign country,
Canada became my home with my parents and relatives.
As a child from Germany I learned to speak a foreign language English,
All the while learning to speak German at home.
As a child from Germany I attended school at a young age,
Learning about companions and academic learning.
As a child from Germany I discovered churches,
All the while worshipping and loving God.
As a child from Germnay I continued schooling,
Developed a love for sports and academics.
As a child from Germany I learned about Brownies and Girl Guides,
Earning my wings and making friends.
As a child from Germany I was honoured to be with the YMCA as a summer counsellor,
Where we hiked and sang songs, made crafts and shared good compaionship.
As a child from Germany I graduated elementary school,
I went onto Secondary School and continued to take course subjects.
As a child from Germany I excelled in languages and sports,
Graduated and went to University.
As a child from Germany I received my Canadian Citizenship
Continued and went to Toronto Teacher's College.
As a child from Germany I became a Teacher of English,
The story continues and there are many chapters,
Lessons to be learned continue.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Grief took me by the hand
Lead where I didn't want to go
Straight into the valley of tears
That began to constantly flow
Now that grief had acquainted me
With sorrow in the vale of tears
It seemed at eternal spring of weeping
Was where I would constantly live
Then grief brought me up the mount
Where loved ones went before
When escorted in this place
The lessons to which exposed
Seems now working my way back
Changed forever from that meeting
Grief an aquaintance I had spurned
But now after the greeting
I will never be the same
Though given another hundred years
Grief taught me more in a few short fears
Than joy with all her pleasings
Lessons Learned
Forgive but never forget,
Don't sweat the small stuff.
What goes around comes around,
Always think of the big picture.
Lessons Learned
Don't throw stones at glass houses,
The grass isn't always greener.
Appearances are not always what they seem,
A pretty smile is not a welcoming heart.
Lessons Learned
Appreciate the moment,
Love unconditionally.
A mother holds a family together,
Don't cut your nose despite your face.
Lessons Learned
Strength comes from within,
Hard work pays off.
With patience comes maturity,
Never give up.
Lessons Learned
Hatred can eat your soul,
An apple does not fall far from a tree.
A happy wife brings a happy life,
Better safe than sorry.
Mistakes are Lessons Learned.
Never one to embrace his or her secular world's, philosophies ¿
Having lived long enough viewing their mostly, end results: puddle of mud's
Everythings so blurry and everyones so fake and everybody's empty and everything
Is so messed up yet as in Aida; no, not all ? Skipping past the round about: California Chrome....
Baby's owner stood amid a heart's passion sonadoras; dreaming in Cinderella's colours got to love them
These mystic lullabies; choking on their rainbow skies; open up your eager eyes; destiny is calling you ? I too
Believe, in that these night stand visits, Mister Brightside: Less we forget as his King Herod once upon a time did
Giving praise as glory where they absolutely belong; "Our Holy Loving Heavenly, Father." There is no doubt amid my mind
Here at her vertigo this paradox twain their flesh and blood: Divinity, stepped up to intervene set aside what may have been ? Baby's, glass slipper.
What lessons have I learned from living
both from taking and from giving?
I’m old enough there must be some
and perhaps a memory will come
about some corner that I turned
and found a truth for which I’d yearned.
But had not earned.
I wasn’t one who learned in school
how to be the least bit cool
and it might probably be best
if I fell in love a little less.
One thing I’ve learned, and should admit,
is that I’m dumb as dead dog ****.
And quite content with it.
Many lessons we have learned,
Were given and never earned.
When we use what has been given,
all our triumphs and our fails
Are not ours alone
We have built upon the works of all those
who have gone before.
If you think your lessons have not been heard,
Fall on deaf ears
Are just another bunch of words.
It’s the failings of youth
that your not understood.
Falling prey to the traps of beauty
and boundless energy.
Many years later on,
A clock will chime
And all those words
Will turn into rhymes
Holding now, great appeal.
Even after you are dead and gone,
a part of you will still belong
In the hearts and minds of those you chose to impart your wisdom upon.
And those you chose to spend the breath of your life, your years, your time.
Taking heed NOW
All the love you shared through your blood sweat and tears.
All the hills that we climbed
Seemed like mountains at the time.
All the oceans we have sailed,
All those lessons we have shared,
Finally came home to roost
A WHISP
Turns into a SPARK
Turning DARKNESS into TRUTH.