Best Life Experiences Poems
Life was never meant to be a fairytale
But rather a copulation of incidents
That improves our knowledge base
By creating experiences to learn from
Life is more like a picnic
Good food, entertaining company
A soft blanket, sunshine and a cool breeze
Making a perfectly planned day to enjoy
But with each picnic a few blips must enter
No equation is precise when there are variables
Insects invade; ants swarm as well as bees
Flies in the fruit and sticks and stones beneath the rug
Then there is the picnic when nothing goes right
You brought the food but not the drinks
A storm brews over the lake blowing a cold breeze
Bringing with it a drenching downpour in its wake
Life is only what you make of each experience
Laugh in the face of adversity but cry when you must
Regroup when plans change or life takes a sudden dive
Plan for tomorrow but don’t forget today
Play in the rain when life sends you a storm
Study the flowers that entice the bees to roam
Clean away the sticks and stones that block your daily paths
Drink the wine of life that brings passions to your soul
Give freely of yourself but take time relax
Work hard to achieve, playing just as hard to enjoy
Accept who and what you are, tolerating even the flaws
You cannot change what is, but you can improve from within
Each breath you draw, each day you awaken
These are gifts to not take lightly
It is not through others that you achieve or succeed
But rather, in the belief, that you can prosper by who you have become
life is full of experiences, something that you need to learn..
but there is no experience without practicals..
and no practicals without a man..
We hit the rock so hard sometimes..
We create beautiful episodes sometimes..
Each of these are different experiences..
Experiences that we must be ready to learn.
But when you fail to learn from them..
They will come again and again
Each taking different shapes..
Make you staunted and even crawl...
Until you learn to tackle and overcome.
Life Experiences
Written: by Miracle Man
6/10/2017
Life experiences frequently equate to sage,
And our days, once past, can’t be erased.
While some attain wisdom derived from age,
Others see years elapse while being debased.
Though earthly days be enumerated as sand,
Each day allotted was through God’s grace.
He holds microscopic moments in his hand,
And affords us choice of an afterlife place;
Do you think I kidding when I said I was not perfect,
I laid there waiting and I tried to call
But were you to be found? Nope, not at all.
See now why I am the person I am, and treat all as equals, not inferiors.
Because life can mess up everything, both interior and exterior.
I will always treat others the way they treat me.
So for that fact I think you can now see what I mean.
No more excuses, no more pain, no more sorrow.
For life and love can not wait for tomorrow.
It will never come, as the light has shown my soul.
So if you wish to live like I have lived, you will pay the toll.
I don't want you to think I am " Superior", for there is no such word in my vocabulary.
Because making yourself " Superior" will put you in the local mortuary.
Drinking and driving, drugging and dying, is what only I have lived, so let me prove to you all
that I have indeed changed.
I used to think that in life, I was a target, set in a expansive, mixed up, long drawn out, range.
And the gun was pointed at me.
But, I stood my ground. No I did not flee.
Smack down the evil and tell it to set you free,
For in God shall you trust and his love will never, ever, let you be what I used to be,
Which was, angry, hatred, sorrow, persecuted, unloved, and hated against.
Forever now, may love and care be in our midst.
This sickness is buried deep inside
Knowing now, that the torture has died.
Crying is a sign of weakness
Sending my existence into total meanness.
I feel tomorrow will be the same,
Always having to play the devils game.
I am scared to accept another person to get as close as you
But please look at me and tell me the torture is over.
I want to move on, and get on with life, a better life with sorrow,
Why should the most important things always wait for the morrow?
I used to sit here and weep, but nevermore.
I am going to live this life until my soul is gone, and my body hits the floor.
Why is it that my life now is stricken with this mark made of coal?
It won't leave, it continues deeper and deeper into this abyss, this hole.
How can love be so thoughtless, so cruel?
You did nothing to me, but yet I was your tool.
I noticed that I am not perfect, but I still won't give up, because life is extremely corrupt.
I have held my anger inside, beat it down, and mutilated it so as I would not have the chance
to erupt.
What is this that I am feeling? Sadness, hatred, maybe even pain?
But I try harder and harder feeling as if it was all in vain.
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal,
Red light, can't stop, so I spin the wheel,
My world goes black before I feel an Angel lift me up,
and I open bloodshot eyes, into florescent white,
Flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone.
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal,
Red light, can't stop, so I spin the wheel,
My world goes black before I feel an Angel steal me from the,
pain and extensive damages, giving me a second chance,
the artist in the artist in the ambulance.
TIME
Thought of all the seconds,
That went like a mist at dawn.
Tried to hold all the minutes for lifetime
But it flowed like water with no grapple
Waited for the hours of fortunes that I desiderate
As you are the sun that quenches every soul of an incarnate
But being in you can burn the spirits with fiery fire
Hastened to get rid of the all the days of stormy clouds
Disregarding the silver linings around them that one needs to count on
And learned that you are the equinox of every mortal
Hoped for the years to go right
never disappointed even when the right seems to be left
All the ups and downs you placed
All the love and hatred you showered
All the laughs and cries that I held
Trickled in the brink of the eye
Waiting for you at the edge of the door
where you passed like a breeze that never noticed
Awaiting all the moments to fill again