Best Daily Life Poems
Awake from the dream
look around to find my clock
8 o'clock and sigh
get ready to go school
whole time think about school life
heading to the school
my fam's encourage
but hopeless school's boring classes
study never ends
Living day in
Living day out
Working as hard as I can
To get money to pay the bills
Searching for food for the family
Trying to get through the day
As best as I can
All it matters
Is to get some money
To be able to not to think
How am I supposed to support?
My kids, my husband, and I
It all hits me like rain pounding the roof
Is this how life is supposed to be?
Going down hills
Going up hills
Having great times
And some bad times
You think your life should be easy
It is not supposed to be
Life is difficult for a reason
*MAKE LIFE WHAT YOU WANT IT TO BE. LIVE EACH DAY, THE BEST WAY YOU CAN, LIFE GOES ON UNTIL YOUDIE. BE HAPPY BECAUSE YOU CAN DIE ANY MINUTE NOW. SO LIVE IT UP!!!
The yellow sun rises high in the sky,
All the villagers are waking,
Blue birds singing from high up in their nests,
Weapon grabbing ready for their trip,
Lonely animals getting tracked down,
All men sneaking,
Animal has been spotted,
Spears flying towards the creature,
Squelching flesh tearing apart,
Animal rapidly dying,
Everyone enjoying their feast,
People slowly doze off into a calm relaxed sleep.
By Chloe
Daily Life
Daily Life is full of guilt and grief, even though it may not come to many peoples belief.
Living in this cold, harsh world, would be like punishing the most innocent little girl.
People today want to fight anyone in sight, making them feel anger so tight, so tight that they want to kill making the other person’s blood spill.
God detests, but loves the people with guilt, even though they live on this amazing world that he built.
But then again people are still carrying the deadly knife, but then again that’s daily life.
- Savannah Cain Butler
Daily Life
Daily Life is full of guilt and grief, even though it may not come to many peoples belief.
Living in this cold, harsh world, would be like punishing the most innocent little girl.
People today want to fight anyone in sight, making them feel anger so tight, so tight that they want to kill making the other person’s blood spill.
God detests, but loves the people with guilt, even though they live on this amazing world that he built.
But then again people are still carrying the deadly knife, but then again that’s daily life.
- Savannah Cain Butler
03-02-2015
My hasty steps echo
on the cracked stone tile,
before the bus door hisses
shut—Late again.
"It's a wonderful life," the clouds sing in chorus.
Their church choir harmony almost offensive,
if I didn't know,
they truly believe
life is lullabies and steaming apple tea.
Swear-soaked hair clings to my neck.
I call these ember days:
when smoldering urban air chokes—
Yet the clouds drift,
marshmallow white—
Like porcelain swans on azure water.
I watch the bus hustle
away, breath too ragged
to properly curse.
The clouds grin,
like they're genuinely satisfied—
—just being.
Wouldn't that be something.
Where went my package, ordered long ago?
The app displays delivered, but no proof waits
At the door, nor at the store—no box, no crates,
Whereto my package? I simply don’t know…
Was it stolen, picked up by some joe schmo?
Or lost in transit, misplaced, dropped, as fate’s
Great comedy, with mischievous whim dictates?
Whereto my package? I really don’t know…
This stupid app is just no help, I swear,
The tracking code is gone, the “Contact us”
Is missing, or hiding in some strange place,
Tucked away from consumers unaware.
Oh! and to what end, all this tedious fuss?
Where is my package? There’s not a damn trace…
Living day in
Living day out
Working as hard as I can
To get money to pay the bills
Searching for food for the family
Trying to get through the day
As best as I can
All it matters
Is to get some money
To be able to not to think
How am I supposed to support?
My kids, my husband, and I
It all hits me like rain pounding the roof
Is this how life is supposed to be?
Going down hills
Going up hills
Having great times
And some bad times
You think your life should be easy
It is not supposed to be
Life is difficult for a reason
*MAKE LIFE WHAT YOU WANT IT TO BE. LIVE EACH DAY, THE BEST WAY YOU CAN, LIFE GOES ON UNTIL YOU DIE. BE HAPPY BECAUSE YOU CAN DIE ANY MINUTE NOW. SO LIVE IT UP!!!
Some days look equal
Distracting of enjoying
Miracle of life
Looking around she wonders what the point is to it all
Everyone walks out
No one seems to care, so why should she
Life is too complicated
Too much to deal with on a daily basis
It could all be over with one swift motion
Yet she keeps going
Hoping everyday that somehow it will all get better
But everyday continues to be the same
Like life is on repeat
The days go by slowly
as the rain drizzles on me
I stare at my palm
at the drops that fill it sparkle
Thunder crashes loudly
lightning streaks the dark stormy air
fights break out daily
yells and screams become a normal lullaby
So I stare blankly at the water that falls
rivers of tears fill the street
hopefully the plug will be pulled
then the tears will cease.
Never a chance so opportune is that of an early morning walk to see the life that busies our day, at its infancy.
Warm and awaking the blackbird perches upon canary grass cooing its prospective mate
The act is simple in its profoundness
I stop and admire his patience and strength
I walk
I think
I listen
I know I will now live this day through to its maturity with perspective previously unheeded
“This is a familiar route and one of the most common ones (at least to my seasoned eyes; you may find it beautiful)” — overheard.
______
A day like any other,
but also
a day like no other—
She’s losing the threads again.
No—she’s finally starting to see.
—A day like any other.
The bus hustled over
cracked cement in damp air—
a sight scorched
to the back of my skull.
I sat in my window seat
like it’s a
reflex—
a voice nudges me in the ribs
break something— it said
—anything,
just stopping sitting here.
I switched sides
before my brain can question
if it makes sense.
I let my eyes drink out
the other window—
A smidge of red—a balloon.
Something navy—a child’s backpack.
A birdless branch wobbles—
My gaze drifts up,
the sun reply with dazzles—
For a second,
everything rhymed.
Randomness of Daily Life
David J Walker
It seems that I was
Kneeling and praying
For something to
Ease the tension
Of a day in which
Nothing happened
As if the sunrise would be
Wasted in the tedium of
Anticipation unmet
Dragging a long day out
Into a wasted sunset
And
At night, my restless dreams
Morphed into imagining
And the fears of more than just
The randomness of daily life
Flowers don't have a daily life
They are dressed beautifully
To attract any lover bees
Or adorn to any visiting butterfly
Their beauty is but a fleeting
Their charm is intoxicating
Their fragrance scent is beneficial
To all men, women and lover
One day they will be on display
In a garden or in a flower shop
They will be put in the lady's lap
Or put in an ornamental vase
On withered day they'll be rejected
Or put into pit for burning.