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A Poem About a New Home

Today’s poem is about a new home. It talks about a family in their brand new home and what it means to them.


Brand New Home

They looked upon,
their brand new home.
It seemed to shine,
just like chrome.

Each wall and door,
shared a fresh smell.
With the unfamiliar sound,
of their welcoming bell.

This new home observed,
with windows as eyes.
It was built to listen,
for both laughter and cries.

They will express themselves,
by decorating inside.
Each corner and room,
they’ll showcase with pride.

Many moments and years,
looking forward to spend.
Host joyful parties,
or just talk with a friend.

This home of theirs,
is not just a place.
In their minds and hearts,
it has a face.

They know with time,
they’ll make it their own.
Blessed and truly grateful,
for their brand new home.



Moving into a new home is often an exciting experience. Initially, everything may seem very unfamiliar or foreign. But once get all your stuff in the right places, it’s just a matter of time before it begins to feel just like home.

When I was a child, my family moved quite a bit. So I had the opportunity of moving into a new home several times. It would usually take me several weeks to adapt, but I’d always make it my own. Leaving was the tough part.

Now as an adult, not much has changed. Now I’m more concerned about raising a family in a nice neighbourhood, and finding a home with a big backyard for all the kids to be.

Regarding the house itself, I’m not very picky. As long as it has large windows to allow plenty of light to come in, then I’m happy.

I hope today’s, “Brand New Home” poem helps you adapt to your new nest.

Best of Luck,

Racing Car Poem

The following racing car poem may be shared with all those racing fanatics out there. This poem is meant to be relevant to any age group, and fans of any type of car racing circuit, including Nascar, Indy, Formula 1, etc.


Checkered Flag

The race begins,
as engines roar.
They charge ahead,
like a wild boar.

Immediately they,
vie for position.
Victory and glory,
is their common mission.

Every driver,
maximum speed desires.
Each sharp turn,
burns their tires.

Magnificent machines,
often tease disaster.
Fearless warriors,
strive for nothing but faster.

Their greatest nemesis and savior,
are known simply as brakes.
In order to pass,
they wait for mistakes.

In the end,
only one gets to brag.
The first to kiss,
the checkered flag.



I can’t imagine the constant adrenaline racing professionals must feel as they’re driving their amazing cars. In order for these professionals to be successful they must remain composed and in complete control at all times. I’m sure it takes many years to master the driving skills they possess.

For many of us racing fans, it’s a lot of fun just watching these drivers compete. Since these cars are so close, fans are often on the edge of their seats. Seeing it live is another totally different experience. As a spectator these cars just zoom by you at remarkable speeds.

I hope you enjoyed reading today’s racing car poem, and have fun sharing it with all those racing fanatics in your life.

Adventure Poem

I’ve always considered myself as being the adventurous type. So that’s why I know I’ll enjoy writing today’s adventure poem. I just need to figure out what to include in it.



All little adventure,
will get the blood going.
What you see next,
you’re often not knowing.

Imagine a lush jungle,
that’s completely remote.
Or unforgiving river,
where you struggle to float.

The amount of risk,
no need for excessive.
Like fighting with aligators,
that are purely aggressive.

It’s still an adventure,
that random Sunday ride.
Destination not required,
not even a guide.

Enjoy those moments,
of wind in your hair.
Breath in and savour,
the energizing fresh air.

Any adventure,
you’re free to choose.
As long it’s fun,
you’ll never lose.



My daily blog posts usually consist of one poem (due to other obligations, sure I’d love to write 10 for you guys each day). But right now it’s Saturday morning, and it seems like I’m still the only soul that’s awake. For that reason (and since I love adventures), I just decided to write an extra adventure poem right now. Enjoy!


Lonely Hiker

He entered the forest,
with late November crisp breeze.
With pure confidence,
and near elegant ease.

His task this morning,
was to track and explore.
He was accustomed,
to mother nature’s dark floor.

He heard a sound in the distance,
while raising his head.
A busy chipmunk,
noticed and fled.

This lush northern forest,
felt like his domain.
A place where he could relax,
and rest his old brain.

It seemed like an adventure,
with each step he took.
The cold never surprised him,
as he repeatedly shook.

He always chose this place,
over that busy park.
He was a lonely hiker,
who had to leave his mark.

His adventures were not inspired,
by legends nor fame.
For nature’s fools,
he was simply a game.

The trees ended too soon,
as he pleaded with the sky.
Stone metal structures,
caused this old bear to cry.



In this poem, the “hiker” is actually a bear, who walks around in a forest, thinking that it hasn’t been altered like those public parks. In the last verse, he realizes the reality of it all when he no longer sees trees but rather tall structures (buildings). This caused the big old bear to cry.

I guess this second adventure poem resulted in a much deeper message. I hope it helps remind us about the importance of preserving our natural environment and all the species within it.

Reading that poem made me sad, and I feel like I should be out there with my family enjoying nature’s beauty. Since tomorrow, it may not be there.

A Poem About Overcoming Life’s Challenges

Today’s poem talks about overcoming life’s challenges. I was inspired to write it after reading about one lady’s amazing journey and how she overcame her personal challenges.


Our Challenges

When all we see,
is darkness and gloom.
We feel totally helpless,
while running from doom.

We eventually confront,
our inner brick wall.
Our choice is to break it,
or give up and fall.

We may search for our strengths,
waiting patiently deep inside.
From life’s obstacles,
there’s no reason to hide.

All our challenges,
we must embrace and defeat.
As we open our eyes,
our true purpose we’ll greet.

Let’s take a step outside,
our routine comfort zone.
This will carve a path,
where our goals we shall own.

Our personal challenges,
quite difficult may seem.
But, if we believe in ourselves,
life will be as sweet – as a dream.



This poem is dedicated to Moya Mulvay, who is an absolutely amazing human being. Life has thrown many obstacles in her way. But instead of giving up, and creating excuses, she decided to do something about her challenges.

Reading her story, I realized how grateful I should always be. Just by comparing my obstacles with hers, I quickly came to the conclusion that I should never complain. In comparison, my life has been a walk in the park. That’s why I must embrace all my opportunities, and do something meaningful, and with a greater purpose.

If you need some inspiration in your life, I recommend you check out, Moya’s website. I would also like to thank Moya for inspiring me to write today’s poem.

A Poem About Honesty


This poem talks about the importance of honesty. Life is often so much more enjoyable and guilty free when we are honest with others and even ourselves.



Sometimes the truth,
we are tempted to hide.
Due to our guilt,
or just simple pride.

An exaggeration,
may lead to a lie.
Those that affected,
may break down and cry.

When honesty,
we try to avoid.
are often destroyed.

Our intentions,
are not to distress.
The only solution,
is to genuinely confess.

If we continue these ways,
we shall never gain trust.
For healthy relationships,
it’s an absolute must.

When we have done wrong,
we should be honest and frank.
People will appreciate,
in the end they will thank.



I cannot stress enough how important it is for all of us to be honest with the people in our lives. Nobody appreciates being lied to. No matter how hard it may seem, telling the truth is always better than lying.

If we have done something wrong, we should look deep inside our hearts, and be honest with those that deserve the truth. These may be our parents, friends, or partners. Whoever they may be, and whatever the circumstance, the truth has the power to fix things. But keeping and feeding a lie, may only make things much worse.

Not being honest with someone, may also put a burden on our shoulders. We may think frequently about our dishonesty, which may lead to unnecessary stress. Once we gather the courage to rid our mind of this lie, we’ll feel a thousand times better, and relieved, almost instantly.

There are special (rare) situations when lack of honesty is acceptable in my eyes. For example, when my aunt had a fairly serious operation, we didn’t tell our 90 year old grandmother, because she would have stressed too much. We didn’t want to place this burden on grandma’s shoulder, especially since she’s gone through so much in her life. We just want her to be happy in her remaining years.

I’m not perfect myself. Personally, I need to remember the importance of being completely honest with the people who are the closest to me. I learned that by being honest with our loved ones, they appreciate it, and their reactions are usually not as bad as we may have played out in our minds.

At the end of the day, everyone deserves our honesty. Nobody wants to be lied to, not even us.

I hope today’s poem about honesty has reminded you of the importance of being honest.

A Poem About Losing A Friend


Today’s featured poem is about losing a friend. We have all experienced the horrible and helpless feelings of losing a friend. I hope this poem expresses those feelings.


Past Forever

My scattered thoughts,
are a struggle to explain.
In the midst of them all,
prevails sorrow and pain.

Our wonderful memories,
I’m striving to draw.
As wet tears of loss,
drip down my soaked jaw.

What holds me together,
is the friendship we shared.
Understood each other,
and mutually cared.

Now that you’re gone,
I feel lost and alone.
Wish we could talk,
right now on the phone.

In my wounded heart,
you have a home and place.
My mind is filled,
with your voice and your face.

My thoughts of you,
shall cease – never.
I will miss you so dearly,
way past forever.


A Poem About The Wind


Today’s poem is about the wind. More specifically, wind is used as a metaphor for experiencing change in our lives.


Changing Wind

A chilly reminder,
this November morning.
It came from the west,
without any warning.

The moment it reached,
our neck and our face.
We lost our innocence,
security and grace.

We’re always surprised,
we never expect.
Like change in our lives,
it’s hard to connect.

We can’t see it coming,
until it’s too late.
We’re just like the leaves,
we are the bait.

With change, just like the wind,
we must learn to cope.
Calm clear skies,
we seek and we hope.



There are several reasons why I chose to compare the wind with change. It seems like whenever we step outside, and we feel a chilly breeze, we’re caught by surprise. I think the same may be said about change in our lives. Often times, it surprises us.

We’re so used to our daily routines, that we usually don’t accept change with open arms. I also don’t think that anyone gets excited when they feel that uncomfortable cold breeze in the early morning.

There have been countless occasions where I was walking outside during the winter, and feeling that chilly breeze against my face. Even though it may not feel all that great, I learned to tolerate it. In part due to the hope and understanding that this chilly breeze will eventually subside and disappear.

The same may be said about change in our lives. It may not seem all that appealing when we’re going through it and dealing with it. But we understand, that change (just like that chilly wind), will not last forever. Eventually, it will subside and disappear. At that point, we will return to our predictable routine.

I think the real trick is for us to realize that change may sometimes be a good thing. Not only it keeps life interesting, but it enables us to grow as individuals. It teaches us to adapt to different situations, and prosper as a result. Just like that chilly breeze teaches us to adapt to the various seasons.

I hope you enjoyed reading today’s poem about the wind, and how it was used as a metaphor for change. In the end, I think we must remember to respect both the wind and change in our lives.

Video Game Poem


I grew up during the video game revolution of the 80s and 90s, therefore, I’m very excited about writing today’s video game poem. These days, video games are much more complex, engaging, and visually appealing, then they were 20 years ago. But even video games back in the day, were a lot of fun.


Video Games

Do you remember Pac-Man,
he had to watch out for each ghost.
While Pitfall Harry,
his treasure he’d boast.

With Missile command,
came a huge bang,
Followers of Space Invaders,
about defeating aliens they sang.

One of the coolest of all time,
was Halo – the first-person shooter.
To play Super Mario,
you won’t need a tutor.

Call of Duty,
is all about war.
It’s one of those games,
with plenty of gore.

With Grand Theft Auto,
there’s no need to explain
Being chased by those cops,
is fun for the brain.

The legends of Zelda
is about purely adventure.
If you remember Tetris,
you may need a denture.

Sonic The Hedgehog,
was known to be superfast.
Those Final Fantasy games,
forever they last.

The Sims are interesting,
games about life.
Where you choose a house,
a job and good wife.

Wii games are so much fun,
as we get off our butts.
Active, family-friendly games,
never show any guts.



Back then, a bouncing ball, or a simple 2D spaceship captured our imaginations. Now we have movie style story lines, with realistic graphics, and recorded voices.

These days, a small army of experts is required to develop your average video game. They usually take years to complete. The more popular video games, sell out like pancakes, with a near cult following awaiting their release.

Personally, I prefer video games that have an intricate story. My favorite include, medieval style role-playing games. I got hooked on that genre in the early 90s through those simple 2D d&d computer games.

I think video games are perfectly fine, and a great source of entertainment, as long as they’re used within moderation, just like anything else.

Now, we are able to play with people around the world, through the internet. This allows individuals with the same gaming preferences to play together. This has definitely, added a social factor to the gaming realm.

In the past, we would either play with someone who was sitting right next to us, or in most cases, we’d simply play alone. Now, there’s no need to play alone.

To me, it seems like online video games are the new playgrounds of yesterday. I’m a big fan of them, but I still think kids should go outside and use traditional playgrounds more often.

At least innovative consoles like the Nintendo Wii, require that we stand up and move our limbs to play their games.

Be Happy Poem


Today’s poem is about being happy in life. Happiness is something we all strive for. I think the trick is to know how to be happy in our everyday lives. This requires us to live life through our values.

We should also keep in mind that our individual definition of happiness may be completely different from someone else’s. But that’s ok, because happiness is a choice that we make. It reflects our attitude towards life, and at the end of the day, we’re in complete control. Our individual thoughts will decide whether we are happy or not.

Good thing we have complete control of our thoughts. As a result, we may choose to be happy whenever we wish.

I hope this poem reminds us all to be happy.



To be happy,
I wish each day.
Just like a child,
in the middle of play.

Life may reveal,
occasional grief.
But I’ll never give up,
to sadness the thief.

The type of life,
I truly desire.
I must live it,
with passion and fire.

I need to work on things,
that are dear to my heart.
Paint my journey,
like personalized art.

Being happy,
is clearly a choice.
It all depends,
on my internal voice.



I would just like to add one more thing. We all have goals and plans in our life. But we shouldn’t be so obsessed with our goals that we forget to live life with happiness.

What I’m trying to say, is that happiness is simply a way of life. It’s all about our individual attitudes. Goals will come and go, but we should be happy during our journey.

If we just choose to be happy whenever we achieve a certain personal goal, then we won’t be very often. There’s always going to be another goal and mission in our lives, when we achieve our previous ones.

Don’t forget to be happy each day. Whether you’re working on finishing high school, elementary school, aiming for a promotion at work, or building a home.

Here’s my secret: “I make sure I smile each morning when I wake up, and give thanks for everything I have in my life (especially my wife).”

Country Life Poem


I was very excited to write the following country life poem. The reason is because I’ve always loved the outdoors and admire those country lifestyles. My dream has always been to move away from the city.


Oh, Country Life

I wake up each morning,
to the most beautiful view.
A breath of fresh air,
and a sky crispy blue.

A wonderland of life,
on pastures so green.
Relaxed and at peace,
my mind feels so clean.

Life out here,
does not seem like a chore.
There’s plenty of work,
but more to explore.

People are friendly,
smiles we share.
For mother earth,
we all mutually care.

Homemade apple pie,
during my walks, I can smell.
My joys and gratitude,
to the birds I just yell.

Oh, Country life,
That I love and embrace.
This is my home,
this is my place.



Living in the country must be really nice. Being surrounded by beautiful nature and fresh air must feel so good. Personally, I feel amazing whenever we go up to the cottage. Unfortunately, we only get a chance to experience it a few times each year.

So I’m thinking, if we enjoy something so much as country living, why not make it a part of our lives 365 days a year.

There are countless fun activities in the country that the entire family may enjoy. Things like hiking, swimming (in lakes), canoeing, skiing, all the sports, and so many more.

It also feels like the communities outside the cities and suburban areas are much closer or tightknit. Life seems more peace and less hectic than it is in the city. I feel like staring out onto the lake is a perfect place to just gather your thoughts. I also believe that the air in these rural areas is better for us, since there’s a lot less cars, buildings, factories, etc. and much more wilderness that cleans and nourishes the air we breathe.

I just realized I was day dreaming this entire time, as I was writing this post. Maybe that’s a sign that I need to work hard on making this country dream come true for me and my family.

Well, I hope you enjoyed travelling through my country daydream. Don’t forget to share the country life poem with family and friends. You never know, it may convince your loved ones to experience country living more often.