Best Circle Of Life Poems
A predator among us.
A villian in our midst.
An entity of evil,
Clouding up our wits.
Preying on the innocent.
Devouring the strong.
A sycophant immortal.
Unbound by right and wrong.
White wool adorning
The curves of their form.
Cloven hooves dragging
on the ground with the worms.
No hoofprints behind them.
just the four toed paws
dotted at the tips
by their long and angry claws.
Nature is a cruel being.
Creating monsters in her storms.
No one understands
And everyone is torn.
The prey will always villify
those who are higher than they
on the food chains bottom
the sheep will always stay.
The wolves are meant to feed
without remourse consume
The psyches of the weak
to bring them to their doom.
The sheep will bleat and bellow
in fear of those wolves
And try to justify their blindness
by stamping hard their hooves.
Hiding in the herd,
the prey upon their back
the predators facade
turns their wool to black.
Such is natures way.
No one is at fault.
The circle of life.
The predators of thought.
For who can blame the hungry beast
for eating to survive
When you people create such feasts
And tantalize our eyes.
We can not feel guilty
for gaining our sustenance.
consider this my fealty
for i shall not repent.
A baby was named this past Saturday
At a service that I attended.
On Sunday there was a memorial
To remember a life that has ended.
One weekend’s events, back to back, in fact,
Help remind us we must understand
That however we try, in the blink of an eye,
Life’s trajectory follows as planned.
We’re born and we’re diapered, we’re nurtured and fed;
We grow up and suffer or thrive.
We live for the years that our bodies can take
And one day we’re no longer alive.
Our family and friends get together to mourn
And remember the person they knew;
But most likely there will not be anyone there
Who can conjure that newborn’s debut.
That’s the way it should be; it’s the circle of life.
The years vanish quick, like a snap;
But the memories and the impressions they’ve made
Form a reservoir waiting to tap.
Child
follows
parent tryingly.
Step by step learning
everything with new start.
Rejoice and replant. Thoughts
become action and action blooms
~~~discovery~~~
blooms action and action become
thoughts. Replant and rejoice.
Start new with everything.
Learning step by step,
tryingly, parent
follows
child.
P.S. This shape poem is a palindrome.
When I follow the circle with my eyes
When I trace it gently with my skin
When I caress it with my kiss
When I colour it or create from within
A mandala landscape of life begins
If I delve miles deep to my finer mind
Flashbacks or glimpses from another life
Feelings, connections - bonds entwined
Between one to another over borrowed time
Pages of chapters - chapters of books
Books from volumes - volumes from life
I would read every page in search of you
To explain the soulful happiness I feel with you
We have met before - through another door
This happiness within can only soar
To achieve more than I ever thought
A connection - this bond, will transcend
Long after the moment when this life ends
A given - I know we will meet again
A new journey - a new life begins
Possible through the circle of life
Infinity with Happiness - How sublime
Eagle takes to flight
A snowshoe hare seeks shelter
The circle of life
demise in autumn, initiates new beginnings.
© Harry J Horsman 2016
As a baby, love comes in soft and simple ways
A warm bottle, a hug, fresh sheet on which she lays.
The toddler, she matures, begins to fill her days
Walking so she can grab the toys with which she plays.
By five our sweetheart is eager to face school ways
The gerbil in her class never ceased to amaze.
At puberty, she's in that "I-know-it-all" phase
Any attempt at advice brings a zombie gaze.
When graduate is on her own at last all pays
She becomes a friend you happened to help to raise.
One day she'll say the thing that sets your heart ablaze:
"You're gonna be a grandma," -- one who's earned her praise!
Pain suffering hurt
anguish sorrow agony
This circle of life
Circle of Life
A baby is born, there is so much happiness
A day to rejoice, so much joyfullness
A tear is shed for receiving this blessedness
Thank you lord for a gift of lovelines
There is a day of sorrow and pain
The last breath of a loved one passed on again
A tear is shed falling down like rain
Finding comfort in the afterlife, hope remains
A father, a mother, brother and sister
Generations lived on from one to another
I am in you and you in me
Forever bonded till eternity
Life is a gift not to be taken for granted
Sow love, hugs, and kisses, firmly planted
A circle of unity we are joined as one
The beginning, the end, a new life has begun
Written by: Debra M. Falgout
January 24th, 2013
Bees suck on nectar
Nature's decadent candy
God's reproduction
A nest full of helpless chicks
await
A mother osprey in search of
food
Her eyes trained on a school of
bait
To take back to her hungry
brood
In an instinctive quest for
survival
She is meticulously dissecting
the ocean
At the nest they await her
arrival
In a blind raucous helpless
commotion
A large school of plump bunker
surface
To avoid bigger fish swimming
deep
Unaware of the danger above
them
Mother osprey has promises to
keep.
As one goes thru life,it
seems the road is endless
but somehow connected.
We are connected to one
another thru the spheres
of life like a chain
reaction,volts of life is
passed to one-another.
......................................
There is death-sorrow,a
birth fills the
hollow, bringing joy
which
in turn attracts sadness
after passing of time.
A cry and laugh come
from same source.
A lightening bolt,thunder
storm heralds rain which
descends bringing
blessing or curse.
The sunshine absorbs the
pool to the sky.
Same road brings grief
and joy like a two-edged
sword.
Skin color makes no
difference,a hybrid
comes forth from two
different colors pro
creating
life.
The circle of life an
indivisible chain holding
the elements of life
together!
For without it,there will
be a lifeless world.
THE CIRCLE OF LIFE
By
Robert Welch
March 15, 2015
A baby cries out, a new life is born.
Proud parents see him and know the future.
Oh, how much this child has yet to learn.
He grows, reaching for new horizons, seeing things so new.
And life goes on.
Years pass, as he becomes an adult.
So many memories since an infant.
Good times and bad, happiness and sorrow.
People come and go in the passage of his life.
And life goes on.
Now children of this adult are born, to carry on.
To replace those who have grown.
Starting their own lives, as one has before.
Marching in time to their own visions.
And life goes on.
Having become a senior citizen, he has evolved
From a tiny bundle of joy,
To a seasoned elder, seeing life and death
Of family and friends, knowing his time is near.
And life goes on.
Such is the circle of life.
The fog of dull moist clouds cloistered Earths hills
rolling slowly quietly assured with December’s presence
uncovering the steal bleakness of chills
the grey fox sought the superlative time stalking
hunting, one catch, the hare eating thorns, is captured
~
All rests except the fox, and the hawk that swoops prey
and beautiful it seems to carolers that dream
pictured on Christmas Cards sleighing coupled in hay
but the hunted sigh as the singers pass by
ignoring the innocent life in the forest by night
really wintery rest is not what it seems
~
The white witch cursed the greens for 3 months
laughing, she pointed t’wards the fox and the hare
the hawk she invites on her evening animal hunts
while the fox, hiding and embarrassingly shares
dear rabbit if only there was another way to convey
my condolences and my fondness, for you, today
~
The fawn born in grey thicket that night
a hunter was on track for a meal, of the carnivores type
deep in silence, bitter coldness, that eve less bright
their faces showed meanness, sickeningly alarming
hungry for killing the innocent and without any lament
the damp floors lined with twigs and leaves sent
~
warning there are trespassers entered our forest
and without invitation, the hawk soared forewarning
the dove in turn echoes cooing which entered space
of ears the fox alarming, the furry rabbit crosses into the thicket
noosing the doe and the fawn warmed coddling
stay within this eve the thicket safe from guns
~
the hunter’s love winter’s and the innocent blood
And the white witch carries on until spring
stay here little doe while your mother brings the cud
the sleet drizzling rains seem never to bring
peace within the forest it seems
and life circles around the fox and the hare
and the buzzards that hunt the carcass from the air
~
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Grumbling, the leaf falls,
Upon the carpeted grounds.
Warm orange and red--
Enriching earths, feeding roots.
Winter's a mushy affair.