Life Books Poems | Examples
These Life Books poems are examples of Books poems about Life. These are the best examples of Books Life poems written by international poets.
Absorbed in a story
disengaged from the world
Embryo position assumed
the wonder of birth
Characters larger than life
plot nary a stall
Mother smiles fondly
she, who’s directed it all
My bin is full
Rubbish arrives every day
And takes what time I might have left
To simply throw away.
Its energy is ceaseless,
Its will to be, absurd,
Its essence, non-increaselessness
(though I doubt that's a word).
In truth, what I fain cling to,
And hold my essence at,
Is what I must unsling to,
And simply useless tat.
What I must throw, or just let go,
Upon the rubbish heap,
Is what was me, and I decide,
I need no longer keep.
Reality is never where we live.
We live, wherever we meaningfully live,
Forever.
Summer reading brings me a sense of peace
Adventures gathered bring me sweet release
In a book, crimson covered
A new world I discovered
Suddenly, my life is filled with caprice
Life is like a book,
Each page is a memory.
Just take a look
At what happens every day.
Until you reach the last,
Are you done reading history?
And now you know the cast,
You realize the book is not finished completely.
The last page was missing,
Wherever you search, you’ll never find it.
Reading from the beginning, but there is no ending?
No one knows; only God decides it.
The last page is human life,
It is the missing piece.
You will not know while you’re still alive,
Not until you die—rest in peace.
You made me to your making
this hideous hide of being
I roam the world
of ice and barren trees
starving
(more hungering)
than food will fill
or sustaining reason
I find myself, by taper light,
a more hollow skeleton
than bones of baren solitude
Chase me, Frankenstein!
Your despondent soul, can still see me
a blot away on a desolate sea,
a stiller ice, an unfathomable sand
I will be where dreams shall see!
Said the fool
to Hamlet, Macbeth,
the Joker, and every other
lovable madman
Through sand, fractures,
dirt, dust,
and all life’s ambiguities
Something still stands
I have a casket that tells tales of war
Letters wrote by my late father-in-law
That he sent home to his wife and young son
Those he had missed since the horrors begun.
He was a poet, a pastime we shared
I put his poems into a book, him unaware
It was a gift for his birthday, ninety three
He opened it, loved it, deeply moved was he.
He said it was his best present ever
Those words are etched on my heart forever
It was a pleasure to do and to gift
The time it took was truly worth it.
Now I hold the book since he sadly passed
A treasure of remembrance of the past
An insight into a soldier’s thoughts
When he was living through conflicts of war.
By Phan Tan Hai
Following his mother through years of fleeing war,
the Four Great Debts weighed heavy on his shoulders.
A childhood spent in the temple learning the Dharma,
awake through long nights listening to birth and death.
Poems slipped between the chanting of sutras—
life appeared both present and absent.
Tears overflowed the three realms,
as the long night retold stories of the homeland.
Are we on the same page
In the big black book of life
What would your words say
Would they cause relief or strife
Are you an onyx optimist heart
With views worn on white sleeve
Rather are you pink pessimistic shark
Waiting to take a bite of cocoa me
Can we grow towards a center
Perhaps merging in our violet view
Could cooperation create splinter
Embedding in thick skin like bad news
What is it about the opal opposites
Do they indigo in the soul attract
Can we build truce with rock and stick
And merge in a communal lime laugh
I admire your passion and dedication
You’ve a right to have such a stance
Join me in a cranberry celebration
Where unique ideas rise and dance
What an opportunity this would be
to be able to write a book
little old me's name in print
let's take a peek so it's no fluke
My two great loves in life
they are poetry and classical music
together they truly connect
holding each other up with a pen stick
Melodies fit into them both
bringing rhythm together in rhyme
both have skills that suit each other
combined, they are in equal time
Many a poem converts to a song
ably penned through skilled writers
then music brought the piece to life
listening in makes it all brighter
There's such beauty in poetic classics
it brings one to calmness and peace
sitting in silence, taking it in
wishing for it all never to cease
(This is written with the idea that If I could write a book, what would it be about.)
My young self at twenty, bright eyes aglow,
Chasing dreams to move uphill, where streams flow,
Burning midnight candles, with books as guide,
Study twined with sports, a heart open wide,
Helping souls in need, learning from the sage,
Respect for elders, treasured at each stage,
Faith blended with hope, bold strokes on my page.
Reading fantasy books at night.
Dreams take a life of their own.
Fun and adventures with friends.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Alone, not lonely
A book by my side, rousing
Soul’s one and only
Mind and heart calmly browsing
My thoughts gently carousing
"I wouldn't be a songwriter if it wasn't for books that I loved as a kid.
I think that when you can escape into a book it trains your imagination to think big and to think that more can exist than what you see." – Taylor Swift
When the world falls still.
When day is done, left behind.
When pages instill
magical words in her mind,
new worlds she begins to find.
Stories spring to fore
as fairies spread stars' delight.
Something strikes her core
and flickers throughout the night
in reflective candlelight.
Before dawn arrives.
Before candle loses flame.
She lives divers lives,
travels worlds both wild and tame.
Reading's her gateway to fame.
"When you carry your inner child within,
you carry your child-like imagination too."
Quote by _Constance
In grandma's attic,
I found imagination.
Life was traumatic . . .
Reading was my salvation,
a pen . . . my fascination !