Best Short Poem About Life- Only Ours

Short Poem About Life and Reflection: Only Ours

The following is a poem of life. Each of its lines is about the world our ancestors imagined and tried to build for us, and the world we’ve created with our own hands. We all know that life teaches us lessons on a daily basis that we barely notice until we pause: the ways we see ourselves, the way we hold our values, the choices we make daily, the loyalties and relationships we keep, the compromises we carry throughout our lives. It is also no lie that sometimes the lessons are gentle and sometimes they’re sharp, leaving scars we can’t forget. And then there are scars that we ignore, for we are too busy in our lives.

I’ve always been intrigued by how the past shapes our present: the habits, the efforts, the wisdom, the mistakes passed down, quietly guiding us. Years later, I read Elif Shafaq’s explanation of the same thing, “The past lives within the present, and our ancestors breathe through our children.”

Writing this beautiful poem about life, I found myself thinking about my own inheritance: not just from family, but from culture, from society, from the tales we live with every day.

When you read this poem, ask yourself: What lessons from my past are quietly shaping me into who I am today? Are they useful for me only or others as well?

Our ancestors

Pictured a world for us

Where harmony ruled

So, taught us to be united.

And we did learn to stay one:

To shatter one’s dream under our feet.

To achieve what we yearned for.

They asked us to believe in sympathy:

So we confiscated sympathy to catch

some moments pregnant with long-awaited yet fleeting attention.

They made us overlook the phantom of the past:

Therefore, we forged a new identity by ripping out our past.

They instructed us to applaud the strengths of others :

Hence, we cherished cunningness and treachery.

They advised us to sustain our inner beauty:

Thus, we imprisoned it in our hearts and threw away the key.

They asked us to heal others with our smiles:

So, we laughed when others cried.

Just as their forefathers had faith in them

They believed in us for a better future.

Fashioned by our hands.

And we have fashioned a solid future:

That is merely ours

Standing on the foundations of self-love

Covered and guarded by our selfishness

And

Is only OURS!

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Happy reading!