Life Balance Poems | Examples
These Life Balance poems are examples of Balance poems about Life. These are the best examples of Balance Life poems written by international poets.
balancing the inward and outward
marrying material and spiritual as an artform
showcasing the objective and subjective
conjuring both philosophical construct and aesthetic ideal
the aspiration a way of life
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
What is risk if not an invitation
to break through our existing stagnation.
We have given up our precious freedom
and invited in a life of boredom.
Could coincidences in life be clues?
Are they hints, the direction we should choose?
Should we unleash the habits of our past?
Should we break them like chains, take risks at last?
Our fear has imprisoned us in the known,
stealing from us rewards of the unknown.
The known is comfort and security.
Unknowns’ reward is creativity.
Go to where creativity exists.
There’s no reward without taking the risk.
Reconciling
life’s ledger
hoping
it’s in black
Every deed
and every need
accountable
in fact
Debits
fighting credits
to balance
in the end
The jist of life
through joy and strife
where numbers
— will portend
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
Life is peaceful when you no longer resist.
Like nature quiet if you accept its creation,
Not trying to be fit and choose to be yourself.
Balanced yourself with plus and minus concept.
Remove prejudices and unnecessary things in life.
Burn pattern of habits that collapsed personality,
Open new horizon for relationship that led to progress.
Always be grateful for all the things that are good gifts
Give sincere love for those who are deserving for it.
Embrace good character for your entire life existence.
At the center of the storm you'll find the calm
In hell, in hell; there's heaven
Peace has been beside you all along
In hell, in hell; there's heaven
When the clouds part you'll hear birdsong
In hell, in hell; find heaven
Like currents pulsing through the veins of time/
A dance of opposites so grand, so prime/
Light and shadow, day and night,
One cannot live without the other's might/
Like a battery charged with two-fold grace/
Positive hums, negative keeps pace/
Push and pull, give and take/
A cosmic rhythm none can break/
In forces unseen, in whispers divine/
God's glow, the darkness aligns/
Not in war, but in perfect decree/
A balance ordained so life may be/
We stand at the fulcrum, swayed by tide/
Yet neither force may we deride/
For love needs loss, and joy knows pain/
Sunrise must follow night's refrain/
Electric souls, tethered tight/
Charged by struggle, bathed in light/
Each spark a lesson, each burn a brand/
Forged in contrast, we understand/
So, fear not the dark, nor curse the bright/
Both must exist to give us sight/
For without the push, without the strain/
Life stands still, a hollow plane/
Let the circuit hum, let the current fly/
Embrace the balance, question why/
In paradox we thrive, in conflict we grow/
Energy flows where wisdom knows/
Well known sportsman, balanced views and commentary
Are the foundations; upon which he stands.'
i had moved out in my new apartment
young yet already caught in the cycle
of sleep-work-eat rinse and repeat
i realized this was not a life
now that i was no longer living
under my parents' roof
it was up to me to create
the type of life i wanted to live
however i could imagine
i accepted the challenge
though it would not be easy
to grow up and become my own person
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Off and on life to face some turmoil .
You cannot predict, how long it will last.
being a simple problem or coiled !
You need a tipping balance to adjust.
Proceed with vigorous running dynamic ,
in static stagnant state not to remain
primarily stay enthusiastic ,
yet a tipping balance, you must maintain.
You must always focus on your action
Run or rush or if needed to gallop.
Put full dedication, no objection .
Be alert ! You know when or how to stop !
Promptness is good, but don’t be impulsive
Never cross limits on your performance
Think, analyse and then act decisive.
Work hard, obeying a tipping balance.
Occasionally you may walk tip toe,
sometimes you are compelled to make haste,
yet matters little whether be fast or slow.
Each step demands tipping balance at best.
Black and grey—
half-dead, half-forgotten,
etched in silence, waiting.
Thou to draw, thou to withdraw,
tracing echoes, tracing the traces,
cursed yet, blessed.
Now, I sit, tracing
the scars of the ruby,
fingers brushing against old omens
in the reflection’s cold embrace.
(I know the echoes all too well—
for I am the one who breathes life
into the melancholies in my head.)
“Doing the little things can make a big difference.”-Yogi Berra
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A Tipping Balance
Dipped down the depth of a ditch by vile men
And shattered by the heartless hands of fate
I swayed with hope at the tip of one end,
At other, dark despair drowning me straight.
It was a tough tug of war with despair
Oft driving me to doors of depression
And hope at times lifting me up from scare
Of sinking in stormy seas of tension.
In time the flame of faith in the divine
Doled out a tipping balance towards hope
That did in my life steer some streaks of shine
And altered the contours of my life`s scope.
Now with hope and the flame of faith aligned
The tipping balance rests with the divine
We all have moments when happiness rings true
When everything seems to finally be going right
No nimbus clouds to spoil blue skies or the view
until fate steps in and our lives turn dark as night.
What efforts we've made to stay in balance is lost.
No matter what we try, harmony does not prevail
and life is stressful, for hardship comes with a cost.
So, we need a counterweight that will tip the scale
To use a simple analogy, think of a teeter totter ride
where balance keeps us from landing on the ground.
The ups and downs we face are very difficult to abide.
What will keep us standing? Where can it be found?
With a positive attitude we can begin in heart and mind
when they battle over things on which they don't agree.
Not an easy task to keep them harmonized and aligned.
When they struggle for power, it can end in catastrophe.
A bit of faith may lead to symmetry and set things right.
Nature handless it perfectly with its seasonal changing,
and like migratory birds on feathered wings that take flight,
tipping the balance in our favor can work with rearranging.
Listless life entangled in the cobweb of frustration
looks for the escaping pathway of dissociation.
Time for me to listen to the earnest call from within,
the enticing echo of music from the soul’s concert.
I reform the constitution of the mangled mind,
let the strained strings of sensual duress unwind,
discover the covert cavern someone makes for me
within the abode of hope, so long out of sight.
When I’m lost in the tortuous labyrinth of living,
search the senile senses for the escape route,
but find the exit door closed, letting me perceive
the released hidden power, tipping the balance.
I follow the invisible trail of unswerving faith,
feel the fostering resurgence of reassuring fortitude,
for at the end of the tormenting tunnel
I see the light of self-determination finally appear.
I’m suffused with the heavenly hues of godly grace
that inspires the Phoenix concealed within me
to rise from the destressing dust of self-defeat
at the divine dawn of reflective renascence.
Lost in a maze of numbers, tight,
I scratched my head—my hair took flight.
Paused a while, let time slip free,
Returned with fresh eyes—oh, the key!
A whisper of change, a shift in the tide,
A tweak in thought, the answer inside.
The Earth once breathed in steady tune,
Now, fevered winds howl at the moon.
A fraction climbs—a world remade,
Snow on dunes, storms invade.
A moment too slight, a world redefined,
A tipping scale of nature’s mind.
The markets dance on trembling ground,
A rumor falls—fortunes drown.
One misstep, a reckless word,
And empires crumble, fate deterred.
A fragile thread, a sudden spin,
A tipping point, where losses begin.
Life itself, a delicate fight,
Right or wrong, dim or bright.
A fleeting spark, a guiding hand,
May tip the scales where choices stand.
The inevitable
is always true
not determined by the hand of man
their plan prosper not
determined by the hand of God
A lie small or big stays a lie
corrected by the owner
for row
a sure result
Understand this truth
good and bad growths together
BALANCED
both determined by One
a lie a free will
and by free will also
be forgiven
Repent does not come after
the inevitable
and as said
only a few
will gain entry
So enjoy life for you know not
if you name be added
to a short list
enjoying life
probably the only hope
includes morality
striving for harmony
Who knows maybe a ticket
be granted to the many
However in truth only a few.
In respect to God
always said
the truth abovementioned
The Question then be raised
Although exists this truth
Which to all want whilst walking
prior
the inevitability harmony that's true
Best be in harmony
for after the inevitability all
may not.
Let us keep then the in mind
rather experience misery after
and in life joy.
Strive all then towards getting
a ticket
as you never know
No guarantee