Best Life Cycle Poems
A LIFE CYCLE
Ejected
Dislocated
Passive
Activated
investigative
Never stop
Driven
T’ward the top
Content
Paternal
Fulfilment
Feel eternal
Perceive mortality
Free
Just a memory
Geoffrey Brewer
September 2018
taciturn springs rising
from within the quarry
of deep earth's wisdom
urging lyrical waters to transpose
while held like singing seas of living reveries
of history and infinity
misting to meld with rainfall dreams
Falling like ancient messages
into the orchard of molecular landscapes
drawn to penetrate its legacy
embedded in the rockeries and rills
blanketing the groves of dirt and ferns
teeming in the arcadian oasis
feeding feast or famine
flourishing the solicitude of springtime
in spider spun dreams
of longings in ancient oaks
merging with the ebb of shedding sycamores
in salted seas teeming and exalting
the rhetoric of existence
in musing opaque vapors
mingling into pervasive clouds
bleeding life
cached in the creche
of pastoral beginnings
of everlasting eddies
watering the garden of dreams
April 22, 2020
Rewritten: October 3, 2020
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Sponsored by John Hamilton
Come,
Let us chase the sun.
I know
It is better said than done,
To make life sappy and meaningful-
To keep time, word and money
Is vital.
The steady sun
With the broad smile all
In summer, winter
Bright and duty bound it is
Amid clouds
Black or blue
May be spring or fall.
See the flowers that bloom
The petals that unfold
The pollens that vitalise
The dew drops in morning do glisten
In time the animals so breed
On the dot does the cock too alarm.
To be a salmon I yearn
Leaving some heirs to glow the age
To give up life
In the scheduled place of origin.
As
Points all are as equal
To begin and complete a circle.
Time moves on
There is change
Better or worse
Just never the same
Our hearts adjust
Our souls accept
Our spirit copes
Our memory never forgets
robin in full swing
raps staccato beats on ground ~
earthworm feels the vibes
Writing Challenge 3, May 2019, Nature Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
Written and posted : 22.05.19
Early morning I have to wake up and catch the train.
Distance long and crowd among, early start the only way
Mortgaged soul, lend heart and invested brain
Up to this journey what I've lost and what is gain
Calculated not what I posses and what to pay
Mortgaged soul, lend heart and invested brain
Daily spin the words, infertile ideas I toil to explain
They call me *babu, office assistant you better say
Early morning I have to wake up and catch the train.
Contrary policies and balance to maintain
Malice, greed, pride sharp word spikes and I’m the prey
Mortgaged soul, lend heart and invested brain
You know the story of rabbit visiting lion’s den
Heap of bones, going in foot prints no signs out way
Early morning I have to wake up and catch the train.
Call it cycle of life or the destruction chain
Earning sources, Means of livelihood taking lives away
Early morning I have to wake up and catch the train.
Mortgaged soul, lend heart and invested brain
First time exprimenting with Villanelle poetic form. comments are welcome!
babu is a common word for office clerk in India
Life is love
Love is pain
Pain is loss
Loss is death
Death is life.
seeds sown in the ground
grow to flowers that astound
and end dried and browned
There is a place call heaven
Where everyone is even
And a place called hell
Where evil hearts dwell.
There’s a place call earth
Where people give birth
And there is a person call death
Who takes them after birth
There is a word called joy
That comes when they are born
And there is his enemy called sorrow
Who comes up when death shows.
There’s a word called beginning
That brings about our coming,
Then there is a friend
Called end
Which everything and everyone must reach.
Fresh spring green was I when first born
Upon a sunny late March morn
But a deeper emerald I became
Drenched by April’s pounding rain
All summer long I held my own
Granting reprieves with shadows thrown
For picnics I provided shade
Feeling such joy as children played
But bodies change as seasons pass
Now multi-hues I have amassed
Yellow, amber and crimson red
But I still hung as others fled
The nearby oak is now stripped bare
Upon the soil my mates lay there
Maple leaves too have joined the pile
And I’m the last to stay awhile
Many colors adorn below
Paths where fall hikers like to go
I’m in God’s hands; he holds the keys
But oh, dear Lord, here comes a breeze
*20 lines
The first time we open our eyes,
The beauty of the world is what we see behind.
The creation of our Almighty God,
The trees, animals, nature,
And a blue sky with clouds fluffy as cotton.
As we crawl and learn our steps,
Know our parent's faces,
Say our first words,
Here we grow and learn things new.
As days, weeks, months and years go by,
Here we learn to live ourselves and try.
Try to know more about our world,
Fall in love and settle down.
Growing older,
We dream of things we want to do before we die.
Spend more time with our family and friends, travel the world,
Until the time comes for us to recall our memories,
Memories since the beginning and go into deep slumber.
dry leaves fluttered down-
an acorn sprouts beneath the
molded decay
warmth brings me to life
this season I am seasoned
cold hastens my death
Such an ethereal beauty.
Petite in size but large on life.
One would not expect its duty
is solely for procreation.
Yes, just this one, and nothing more,
certainty is its life’s station.
Swarming thick as oozing slurries,
males hover above clear water.
Intrigued, the young female hurries.
Emerging the gray mass, nightmarish,
lays her eggs, then crumples lifeless.
The males sail to land and perish.
The beauty – a perfect cycle –
Perfect in the frantic frenzy,
the primal sinless spiral.
The process an unforgiving
two-year metamorphosis for
one day of long, lusty living.
Born dependent.
Wide-eyed and hungry.
Looking and learning.
So much colour.
Bigger bed.
Sounds ringing.
Talking and smiling.
Homes and pets.
Kitchen smells.
School bells.
Bigger clothes.
Friends rotate.
Library books.
Bigger shoes.
New building.
Glasses on.
Late nights.
Certificate.
Bigger world.
Crowded transport.
Watch the clock.
Need more sleep.
Bigger pressures.
Reunion time.
See old friends.
Comparing lives.
Bigger roles.
Kids and Grandkids.
Born dependent.
Wide-eyed and hungry.
Looking and learning...