Worths Poems | Examples

A Single Day

If I had just a single day to live,
The value of my world would realign.
Instead of what I'd gain, what could I give
To raise the worth of what I leave behind?

I'd mend the bridge instead of grind the axe.
I'd do the things, in fear, I never tried.
I wouldn't gather trophies, wealth, or plaques
But rather, all my loved ones to my side. 

I wouldn't focus idly on the past
Or other lesser worths that melt away.
So ask yourself, if this day was your last
Would you remain the same as yesterday? 

We have Today. This single day in store.
Let's live it like we won't be given more.


Jun 2, 2023
For the Sonnet Poetry Contest
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Hope's Pathway

Mingled worths gleaned by contrasting instructions.
Disappearing as I meander amidst sun-soaked wisps.
History is storming, howling, and recoiling further convictions.

Current plans riding the rowdy wave are being crisp.
Ramifications of implied vows reveling from a keen sense,
Beautification isn't rationed by shading or form grip,

Bourn when eyes are drained, writhing, and wailing thence.
Unfulfilled pledges in the lack of truth and empathy,
Ascending to the apex of kindness obtain the rising grace.

Mystical decency, the springtime renew of humanity.
All these are shrinking twigs: wars, dread, and fury.

Some Smart Quotes

It's worth being afraid ...
    It is not worth being silly.

   What is written,
   only worths  when
   it's understood ...

   Be brave, only in advantage ...
   In disadvantage, it is a loss
   Certainly...

   Fear with moderation,
   it's  smarter
   than courage without measure ...

   If we recognized our mistakes,
   we would certainly be happier
   and less stupid ...!

Mama Pray For Me

MAMA PRAY FOR ME

In your deepest chamber Mama,pray for me 
To know who deserves my door and who worths not my window 
For i have seen those who destroyed a man
Attend his funeral to console his widow 

Pray me to understand the pain and harm
Of such sayings that mandates betrayal on life
I am but troubled when men spread their arms
For the closer the embrace the deeper the knife

Deadlier is the act when men and demons toast
I have heard tales of guests who poisoned their host
With the right hand do men bury their hatchets 
And from their left hand strike with sharpened matchetes

Say a prayer for me and repeat my petition
For these days even the devil is rebirthed a saint
What better meal have i to offer my dentition
Since the teeth now bites the fingers that feeds it?

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Friendship

Friendship changes
the tone of our
sad words
and put a fresh
smile on our
dark face ...
Friendship understands
our weakness and not
rebukes and extends
a helping hand ...
Friendship shares
unconfessed secrets,
and confesses its
own secrets ...
Sincere friendship
worths further than one
gold mine or an
oil well...
and provides us extra love
than a casual
lover...!
Friendship is a medicine
for all ills,
it's an antidote
against evil
of our souls...!

Death Comes To All

Go to it
Run from it
Death comes to all…

Fear it
Or stand as if 
It doesn’t exist
Death comes to all…

Talk to yourself about it
Or deny its existence
Death comes to all…

Love and let yourself be loved
Hate and fine yourself being hated
Death comes to all…

I found her
And she found me
Yet she wants to end it all
But
Death comes to all…

The world is ours to plough 
Not to plunder
But we all are fruits 
Because 
Death comes to all…

Do good
Be bad 
Death comes to all…

In the end
Life worths a lot 
Because 
Death comes to all…

Note
I am not afraid 
Of what I can see
Nor what is before me
But what I never feel 
Or that which I never know of
Because 
Death comes to all…

Cup of Life

The Cup Of Life
Filled to it's brim to seve the universe,
Mighty, Portable and liftable for old and young,
Carriable to toddlers even at it's brim,
Affordable and costless mug.
.
Unavoidable to everyone,
Mankind's Thirst quencher,
filled to satisfy Him,
Made to make him better.
.
Made from the finest and ancient ceramics
Beauty undescribable,
Glitters better than Gold,
Worths more value than diamonds,
.
Content's volume immeasurable,
Tastes better than french wine,
Quenches thirsts without any sip,
Value inestimable.
.
By: Fanu Damilola Daniel
©2018

A Loveless Love, Or Schrodinger's Love

Deserving all deserts and worth all worths,
My love is admiration’s mirrored whole,
A shadowed shade whose forms do form rebirths,
I’m boldly uncontrolled in her control.
A burning nymph who’s in all fairness fair,
My love’s accounted without frankness frank,
To stress distress she counts my bareness bare
And burns my ardor with a rankness rank.
To hold and not be held is wealthless wealth,
To see and not be seen is sightless sight,
To cure and not be cured is healthless health,
To love and not be loved is lightless light.
		A crisp and charming cat sans coyness coy,
		My love’s a lifeless life and joyless joy.

Boundless- a Poet's Worth

Some might say speech is silver, but silence golden
But my tongue as a poet is resigned to speech,
Speech which bears not triviality of common silence
No, it bears not the triviality of the banter of the common man

My pen bleeds speech which awakens tyrants imbued with cold hearts of stone
To the  consciousness of the humanity they abhor, for we are born equal
My pen bleeds stanzas which lend themselves as supporting pillars
To the weary cause of the common man,
Urging them not to despair but to fight on, for fortune favours only the brave
My pen bleeds the emotions which lie inert in the depths of my heart,
Emotions borne out of my will for a better tomorrow
My speech is the blazing sword which pillages the fortifications of social stratification

I do not mean to blow our trumpets
But as poets our worths exceed silver and gold,
It is boundless.

Crown Father

Thaj is crown,
Religion,Deen, in Arabic,
ThajuDeen,my father,
Now gone far further,
Crowns like brains on heads,
Kings,Queens like heads,
Crowns for Kings from birth,
Kings worth the way behave on Earth,
No king my father,no kingdom,
To crown my father,
He behaved like a king 
He believed like a king,
In just a king,
In love a king,
In all he worths a king,
Now comes to crown the king,
No gems but crown,
No pearl but crown,
No gold but crown,
It glows,it shines like a crown,
The theme of my poem gems,
The rhythm of my poem pearl,
The lines of my poem gold,
Oh,my father wear the crown,
My poems five hundreds,your crown!

Fragments

Marital pieces float
Like a kindled smoke
Some thought choking my throat
Nearly giving me a stroke.

Good that I wished
Far running out ahead
All the cherished
Seems now living dead.

Now I know my dreams
A world of fragments
I have always been a centre
Never holds or worths the sceptre.


Alas! At my delusions
How deceptive are you
My plan for an Eve vision
No one stayed; Stayed no two.


13/09/2013

The Fleas of a Thousand Camels

I am fed up, I want to take stock,
Of all things I could not stop.

The things I bought that all went wrong,
Down to the clock that will not bong.

The time I’ve wasted standing in queues,
The money I’ve wasted, but not on shoes.

To the annoying “Jobs Worths” out there, 
I hope that some one somewhere hears my prayer.

I get fed up and angry at best,
With anyone that’s like the rest.

I am not perfect that I know
But at least you know I’ll have a go.

So for all those people that irk you too
I hope the same  thought goes for you

That the fleas of a thousand camels will rest
In any and all of there liberty vests.

Someday

Someday

Someday  your  dreams  will  come  true ,
And  you  all  will  be  a  part  of  this  world’s  crew.
Every  things  gonna  change  for  the  better, 
and  trust  me  your  life  would  not  scatter.

Someday  your  miseries  and  sorrows  will  be  behold,
And  the  omnipotent  will  shine  you  like  a  gold.
Your  inspirations  will  make  others  rise,
and  surely  you’ll  play  your  own  dice.

Someday  everythings  gonna  change  new, 
And  you’ll  not  have  to  stand  in  this  big  que.
My  belief  cannot  be  turned  down,
Cause  it  worths  a  million  pound.



Foram Muchhala
foram_blackhorse@yahoo.co.in

The Canvassers

When they wanted us 
In the mildest of gaits
They came to us
With what we had not as baits

We settled on bags of rice and salt
Purchasing for our faces insult
For their baits we swllowed
And in their nets we wallowed

When for food we cast into a bin
Our voice or choice
Our all-important being
Worths not more than toys

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