Best Life Lesson Poems
I love being young, getting to ride the roller coasters.
The sound, tick, tick, tick, tick-like a heartbeat racing to the top.
Then, surprised even when you know it’s coming, dropped into the abyss.
Something always pulls it down, like gravity.
It’s frustrating, riding something so close to being dead.
So far away but still so close, seating rows.
I hate being so close to, yet so far from the row.
She was in with me on this roller coaster.
Adrenaline rushed my body so fast almost leaving me dead.
The blood flowed so fast emphasizing the highs of the top.
But something keeps pulling me down, gravity.
Here I am again, back in the abyss.
In the ride, weeks of no communication, the beginning of the end, the abyss.
The scariest. My worst fear of my youth. Looking back at the rows,
I see her, with my own image, my heart sinks more. I hate you gravity.
But it’s the only thing that fuels the roller coaster.
Nothing makes me happier than bringing it back to the top.
Let’s hope this isn’t so abrupt, so fast, like the last one, leaving me dead.
How I hope so much, so much hope still not dead.
The heart, the love, the eternal abyss.
Strikes me back with enough momentum to reach the top.
Lines, love, flashing like an old film, with rows.
Showing me a movie, reminding me of, a roller coaster.
The movie explained that the only thing that keeps it going is gravity.
Thank you gravity.
My worries are gone and dead.
Just accept it, and love the roller coaster.
Appreciate the loneliness of the abyss.
The reason you’re here is for the ride, not the rows.
I just want to enjoy the youth and its happy tops.
This coaster, like love has its tops.
But something brings it down like gravity.
Distanced with rows,
Never seeing her again, thinking she’s dead.
But deeper and deeper coming out of the abyss.
The complicated life of the young, the love of roller coasters.
Get on the roller coaster, rise to the top.
Don't worry about the drop to the abyss, It’s because of gravity
That you’re not dead, and I don't care about the rows.
How thrilling was a novel long ago
I read for school: A Tale of Two Cities.
It tells of common people whose great woe
comes from the upper class’ atrocities.
A doctor tortured in Bastille has been released.
To London he returns and regains his health
with his daughter Lucy’s help. To the east,
things get ugly for the French with great wealth.
Two men love Lucy: Sydney and Darnay.
She weds Darnay, who’s lied about his family.
They’d locked her dad up. She forgives him anyway!
But now he has big problems. He’s nobility!
It happens that poor Sydney has a face
much like Darnay’s. Though Sydney’s never been
a man of character, he will find grace
by taking Darnay’s place at the guillotine.
This novel shows the need for reformation
and is a treasure from Great Britain’s past.
It teaches redemption through transformation.
Dickens’ stories through the centuries will last.
Feb. 19, 2017 for Line Gauthier's Life lesson from a favourite novel
A barrister tottering through alleys of London,
Alcohol-shamed when espied;
Slinking home at four in the morning,
To a pillow of tears never dried.
Sidney Carton's the wretch whom others denounce,
He groans at his puffy, ruined face in the mirror;
Daring not to yearn for dreams long abandoned,
Departed down whiskey-dulled rivers.
Still from eye's corner notes he the resemblance
To erstwhile hero, Charles Darnay:
That dashing Frenchman who's captured the heart
Of the woman for whom Carton secretly prays.
So, milking that resemblance for all it is worth,
Carton offers up his life, brutish and mean,
Inserting his own head, instead of Darnay's,
'Neath the knife of 'Madame Guillotine.'
When sure of morality down here on Earth,
We suddenly uncover confusion,
Villains prove heroes and heroes mere villains:
Is Certainty but an Illusion?
Tup tup tup, Her flimsy wings flutter
Tik tik tik, She knocks the inner door
Appears to connote life lessons
Could be heard only if we listen
Tethered her body and mind inside dark chrysalis
But blissful life, her soul envisaged and analysed
Soon emerges from a monochrome cocoon
And gracefully dances to the heavenly tune
Jumps across the colorful ixora flowers
Life saving quotes swiftly she showers
"When your mind confronts stress and tension
Just Control your emotions and be patient
And hope and envisage for a better life
And you would be free from present strives"
long after a full moon
had thrown its arms around the sky
I stood with Al Stone
ignoring the futility in our lives
adolescence gave way to manhood
or so we like to believe
our ideology stifled
from a serious lack of dreams
with the care of a midwife
removing a child from the womb
a marijuana cigarette was born
then quickly consumed
our reality now disfigured
discolored and frayed
the sound of a revolver pop-pop-pop
felt like a siren calling our names
along the asphalt we strode
where graffiti had not taken over
the corner of lesson and life
pondering the tips of our noses
underneath that streetlight
the story we all must tell
misplaced direction
led to a portal of hell
our lack of caution
our upbringing tossed aside
opened the door for the siren
that revolver in our eyes
angels decided to sing
that melody an alarming sound
wheels of society turned and screeched
leaving tire tracks on the ground
the order was given to freeze
alternatives held tight in their hands
one placed directly at my temple
a transition from boy to man
Sitting, cradled in the limbs of what I had determined
was the most secure outpost of childhood uncertainties,
I came to the realization that I alone had just discovered
the relationship of death to life. This elder statesman of
Oak, that held high court over my uncles pasture, always
provided cover and a portent for any impending incursion
to the sanctity of my domain. But today, my old friend was
for me a teacher. With my back to his massive trunk, he
provided shelter from a chilly north wind that would foretell
the inevitable change that was this life lesson. I sat
mesmerized watching, what seemed like one at a time,
each leaf, the offspring of my guardian, as it surrendered
to the wind, cascading to its rest. The beauty of this
descent and the feather-like bed of honey and ginger
pillows they formed seemed to confirm they understood
their role as keepers of warmth and revival. It was as if no
life was ever without meaning even in its death; ever. I saw
their dignity. I, on that day, came to better understand my own.
The complexity was so simple, as defined in his explanation.
To my old friend and teacher, I remain in your arms
and forever in your debt.
God's life lesson
found in his reflection
that he created in his image
was to learn never to discard or disregard the importance
or love he had for any of his creation
but to improve on them in every way
the meaning of life
love
fate
time
destiny
mankind
and life itself
He did this to surprise himself
and enjoy humbling himself for his creations
a planet and a heaven that does so for him
Living an everlasting life
where that he was the first to live
and the last to die
This lesson had to be learned prior to allowing his creations
to be by his side in eternal life
The meaning of life
and the angel of death
helped him learn what he needed to discover
to become flawless at this
The meaning of life
surrendered to a task of living a lie
becoming a false prophet whom would eventually sort this out
ask god for forgiveness
for being carried away in his selfrighteous lies and denial
of being loved by his creator
being a non believer of his maker
who had created something god placed above himself
god chose to forget himself
so this life lesson would be easier for him to realise
Thus god was inevitably going to be succesful
in this demonstation of forgiveness upon his creations and himself
to understand his new awareness
of a plan that he had for himself
to achieve a higher experience of eternal love
The meaning of life living a lie
to keep the everyone in blissful ignorance
of god's temporary weakness
and that was when the angel of death took part in helping god learn
by making the meaning of life's lie an unpleasant experience for everyone
The meaning of life then humbled himself
to the realisation
by being recognised as a team player a part of god's divine plan
by this truth recognised he would be healed
and the fact of who he did it for
god would know it was his brother's turn
to be released from the chains
of taking upon the metaphor or personification of murder
whom life itself was metaphorically married to
god's life lesson to learn from himself
his love and his creations to achieve the biggest miracle of love
one that would be never ending just continually improved on
as suggested by father time
I failed at love once long ago
When I was a young man
In my soul and bones I know
I will never fail Love again
There will never be my selfishness
Or lack of consideration
I will not be so very helpless
In the face of provocation
I will always keep things playful
Affection I will display
I will never be unfaithful
I will never ever stray
Steadiness and rationality
No silly overreactions
Will henceforth define for me
The course of loving actions
I will still maintain my passion
I will accentuate desire
I will always seek to set ablaze
My woman's heart with fire
But I won't ever let anger burn
A relationship out again
If it must take a downward turn
I will remain a loving friend
Always always...always...be her friend
My Life lesson
Looking back in time
Is not always the best thing to do
But the past has shaped who I am
And helped me learn a thing or two
I have learned so many things
Some are good and some not great
But I think what I learned the best
Is the ability not to hate
I wasted lots of valuable time
Hating because of the pain
Inflicted by uncaring thought
I hurt yes, but they remained the same
Finally the truth was shown
The misery just mine to claim
So I got down on my knees
And prayed to God in his Name
I asked Him to forgive me
And to please let me see the light
And he answered me with wisdom
To see what is wrong and what is right
Hate only hurts the hater
Was the lesson that I learned
So no more will I ever hate
It was only me that had gotten burned
Connie Moore
04/19/2014
My rose bushes are lusher than ever this year.
For soaking rain and warm days abound,
Though with too little sun I fear.
Still, they give me many blooms that astound.
Their gentle glow lightens any despair,
On return from the chaos filled outer world.
Sweet, spicy, fruity and musky rose scents fill the air.
As I gaze upon their colors - solid, picoteed or swirled.
Passing among them, snipping spent blooms in morning light,
Butter yellow, flashy pink, raspberry red and blushing off white,
Pale peach, bright orange and deep purple are a cheering sight.
Their varied forms - ovoid, pointed or urn shaped, all delight.
Be its shape classic rose, doubled daisy, peony or begonia,
In my enchanted garden, neighborly diversity is prized.
Proud hybrid teas, generous grandiflora, and free spirited floribunda,
Yearning climbers, and compact, smug minis are organized.
But after the thrill of their abundant first flush,
How do I keep my many roses from succumbing,
As pelting rains just opened posies bend and crush?
Yet, despite heat, humidity and bugs, more are forthcoming!
My thorny ones with their crusty hard canes, have a lesson to heed,
Under their fabled beauty that brings me such joy and peace.
More dutiful a rosarian, I prune and feed, spray and weed.
In our symbiosis, our stamina increases and life’s perils we appease.
For be it humans, pets or roses, the secret, if your life they enhance,
Is take them as they are, tend their needs and the common cause advance.
M. Renee Taylor
7/2/13
The "friend" I thought was closest to me is actually very far away.
I sat here and thought that everything was okay,
One day things started to get hectic and I looked around
For the friend I thought would be there to stable my ground...
I searched high and low but still could not find
That friend that for so long was known to be mine...
I lost my faith and trust in you,
Before you had seemed to be so true.
As time passed on I lost the will to be strong...
Why should I hold on when where I was, was wrong.
I had turned around to believe in myself
And patch up the pictures on my broken shelf
You said you’d be there to help my carry on,
When I turned back around suddenly you were gone.
You said one time that you would be lost without me,
Man you don’t understand, you just don’t see
For so long you were the one person I could depend on
But when I needed you the most a different friend came along
And now it’s a different story, you’re okay without me
So maybe I should just go away and let you and her be
There’s nothing more I wish then to have you as my friend...
And maybe someday that will happen again...
But that is a lie because I know in my heart
now you and I are simply very far apart.
You said you’d always be there but what’s the sense in that,
I should had not ignored you from the beginning, that’s a fact.
So don’t make me a promise you don’t intend to keep,
and even more, don’t say you’ll be there when you’re simply out of reach.
I’m sorry it has to end this way, but there’s no where else to turn,
and maybe when you need me and I’m not there your lesson will be learned.
Don’t count on a friend to be there if you’re not there for them
They’ll leave you all alone and they'll never come back again
You don’t seem to need me, so why should I hold on
And even though I need you, I won’t be treated wrong
It's a brand new day, I’m leaving, no more tears in my eyes
Don’t chase after me, I don’t need you anymore, Goodbye!
Life Lesson #1
They can slice to you like a razorblade,
cut sharper than a knife,
the deep wounds that they inflict
can hurt your heart for life.
Cruel comments said in haste,
their lingering echo’s stay,
you can’t take back what has been heard
no matter what you say.
There’s a theory to apply,
the best one I recall,
if you can’t find any nice words,
don’t say anything at all.
A part of me is slowly dying
What's the point? There's no use trying
What's done is done, it's in the past
The future is bright, I hope it lasts
I fooled myself into believing in you
I remember all the bad stuff you put me through
The never knowing where I stand
All the pain I suffered from your hand
And after all this I can't stay mad
I'm so pathetic it makes me sad
People look to me for strength
and know thanks to you, I can't walk that length
It's a pain that I feel deep within my heart
My hope and my faith have been wrenched apart
Our relationship was one big lie
Sometimes I think I just wanna die
My heart was broken, destroyed by you
You are beyond forgiveness I hope I broke yours too
I loved you but you never loved me in return
This is just one life lesson that took awhile for me to learn
As you can probaly tell I was kinda in the angry/hateful stage of heartbreak so its kinda depressing but I will definately never forget my first love and a very important lesson in life :)
She searches and looks for Mr. right
A strong man, a shining knight
Looking and searching for someone to hold her close
To comfort her when she needs it most
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Approached by a man with no one else on his mind
He believes she's a woman worth all his time
To be there, whenever she needs a hand
Together against the world they stand
His mind is full of images like this
He wants to be her king, surround her with love and bliss
For when he is around her, strange feelings are amiss
And an almost pain catches him , as his heart seems to miss
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She watches him approach, disapproving of his love
He's missing something, or dislikes what he does
Without giving him a chance, she turns him down
In search for a man, with a "real crown"
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With a broken heart, and a damaged pride
The man still believes she's Mrs. Right
But he knows there's something he doesn't have
He watches her, a faint hope in his sight
He adjusts his approach and tries once again
To be more to her then just a friend
"For me to be hers and her to be mine"
To be together for as long as time
-
She rejects him once again
She wants love, but not from him
instead she falls for someone else
And then cries about how this other person made her felt
She doesn't realize the devotion of his love
That just maybe, this the one sent from above
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He walks off, broken once again
Pride destroyed, and heart barely beating
With slightly less respect for women
He forces himself to try again
I can write a sonnet in a moment
and with that I pretty much sum my life.
I spot a comet in the firmanent,
that bare covers wasted effort and strife.
I look at a life that is sore lacking,
and wonder at how I avoid substance.
I run to and fro without much slacking.
It is a cover for an empty dance.
I seem to be always pushing the edge.
I know well it is the wrong edge to push.
Rail against those who push me to the ledge,
knowing I gave a target ripe and lush.
I long to do work that is remembered,
live a life with no excuses tendered