Life hustles around me and I can't find even the smell of roses beautiful. He views the future with alarm, —He sees no light ahead; Most wretched of all men is he, —Because his hope is dead. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). Nowhere to fall but off, There is no comment submitted by members.. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. Complete text of the poem by Ben King. The optimist sees a green near every sand trap; the pessimist sees a sand trap near every green. Nothing to have but what we’ve got; The Pessimist. Can ever withstand these woes. … the pessimist turns the possible into the impossible. The poem begins with the speaker describing the way in which pessimistic people view the world. Everything moves that goes. Nothing to weep but tears, This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Though brightest sunshine floods the earth, And flowers are all ablow, He spreads depression where he can By dismal tales of woe. 6 Quick as a flash 't is gone; 7 Nowhere to fall but off, 8 Nowhere to stand but on. They tell me that the weather's fair, The day serene and balmy; No more for rain need I prepare -- No chilly blast shall harm me. Benjamin Franklin King. alack!15 Nowhere to go but out,16 Nowhere to come but back.17 Nothing to see but sights,18 Nothing to quench but thirst,19 Nothing to have but what we've got;20 Thus thro' life we are cursed.21 Nothing to strike but a gait;22 Everything moves that goes.23 Nothing at all but common sense24 Can ever withstand these woes. 4 To keep one from going nude. Want Your Daily Poem delivered right to your mailbox every morning. by: Ben King (1857-1899) OTHING to do but work, Nothing to eat but food, Nothing to wear but clothes To … They tell me that the weather’s fair, The day serene and balmy;No more for rain need I prepare — No chilly blast shall harm me.They prate of ‘warmth’, of ‘gentle glows’, They rave of how sublime it is;I shake my head, as one who knows Just what the British climate is. Nothing at all but common sense Nothing to comb but hair, A Poems . 5 Nothing to breathe but air. alack! 1 Nothing to do but work, 2 Nothing to eat but food, 3 Nothing to wear but clothes. Edit. The pessimist- a poem. We can't comb anything else but hair. We always burry a dead thing, person or animal, but don't forget it's dead. The optimist looks at … Nothing to strike but a gait; Nowhere to stand but on. Ah, well, alas! His work was frequently published in leading newspapers and journals of his day, and after his death, which occurred while he was on a reading tour, the Chicago Press Club put together a collection of his poems and had it published. Nothing to do but work, The pessimist's a hopeless man, He's full of doubt and fear; When we weep, we weep something, it is called tears. Nothing to do but work, Nothing to eat but food, Nothing to wear but clothes, To keep one from going nude. Search for: Poem Queen. Next. Quick as a flash 't is gone; Quick as a flash 't is gone… 9 Nothing to comb but hair, To keep one from going nude. To keep one from going nude. Nothing to wear but clothes They, they are back The monsters riding on beasts With swords and chains Rattling. Nothing to do but work, Nothing to eat but food, Nothing to wear but clothes. I wake to the sounds of birds.and I can't find it beautiful. Nowhere to come but back. The Pessimist. Nothing to breathe but air THE PESSIMIST. Read poems about / on: food, work, hair, sleep, life, song, The Pessimist Poem by Benjamin Franklin King - Poem Hunter, Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002. The optimist pleasantly ponders how high the kite will fly; the pessimist woefully wonders how soon the kite will fall.
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