A collection of some of my favorite poems

This is a collection of poems which I have come across over the years which have kept the flame of hope alive in my soul. I am sharing in the hope it does the same to you. Enjoy!

Don’t Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will.
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill.
When funds are low and the debts are high.
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit.
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns.
As everyone of us sometimes learns.
And many a failure turns about.
When he might have won had he stuck it out:
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow –
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out –
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you never can tell how close you are.
It may be near when it seems so far:
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit –
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

– Author unknown


The heroes in my Hall Of fame,
Are just ordinary people without a name.
The Lady that wiped away my tears,
The man that calmed my imaginary fears.
You who helped me when I was down,
Your smiles, That wiped away my frown.
You that comforted a lonely child,
Who’s only feeling a hate so wild.
You that showed me a world of love and care,
Taught me to live and how to share.
You all will be in my Hall Of Fame,
Just Ordinary People without a name.

Poems: Ordinary People (Bernard Shaw)


I look around and what do I see,
Many ordinary people like you and me.
We all have worries more or less,
Life it seems is like a game of chess.
There are the ups and the downs,
The smiles and also the frowns.
Tears and comfort side by side,
Life is like a merry go round ride.
Some are gentle others are rough,
Even the times can be tough.
Working days for man and wife,
Are not always happy in this life.
Children sometimes do well at school,
Other play truant and think it is cool.
Some are optimists and say all is well,
Other’s pessimists who say life is hell.
Many are the ones that want to be seen,
Others like to tell where they have been.
All make up the human race,
Especially those with a smile on their face.

Ancestral Streams

A drop in the north
A trickle heading south
A stream spreading out
A tide without end
Still the river flows

Nguni of the south
Nurturing the soil
Gathering the herd
Winning the battles
Still the river flows

Venda of the north
Mining the earth
Ruling the mountain
Taming the crocodile
Still the river flows

Tsonga of the east
Trading the goods
Guarding the port
Touching the globe
Still the river flows

Sotho-Tswana of the west
Crafting the stone
Building the cities
Cultivating the leaf
Still the river flows

Lemba of the centre
Smelting the ore
Making the tools
Honouring the Jews
Still the river flows

Ancestral streams
Coursing through our veins
Wellspring of our nation
Quenching this thirsty land
Still the river flows


© Wayne Visser


At the bottom of a Rainbow, So I’m told,
If I look carefully, I will find some Gold.

I am a little disconcerted as my poem will show,
For each Rainbow that I come to, moves away you know.

And the closer that I get to the promised treasure,
Other things that I see give me more pleasure.

Like tiny drops of rain on leaf and flower,
Or the sweet smells, I smell after a shower.

The song of a Bird high in a tree,
Is a fascinating reward for a man like me.

A thought has come to me it is very profound,
Who has so much gold to bury in the ground.

But the birds in the trees and the drops of rain,
These common treasures, they come again and again.

So I will look for a rainbow high in the sky,
But for buried Gold in the ground, not a tear will I cry.

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