Life Borrowed Poems | Examples
These Life Borrowed poems are examples of Borrowed poems about Life. These are the best examples of Borrowed Life poems written by international poets.
With Borrowed Faces in a Place
We are turning around with no faces,
Just in cases.
Heaven in our places,
Just two faces.
Screaming out so everyone hears our bases,
We can't hide our faces.
But truth still chases
Through hidden mazes.
Slow and smoky phrases.
Now we are visible - with our borrowed faces.
Time erases.
There are no traces.
We are turning around with no faces,
Just in cases.
Heaven in our places,
Just two faces.
An empty room
Standing center stage
She waited for her cue
bassoon in hand
She breathed life into
"MI Stro" a ballad by
Piffston Grisser"
A song which curated
More than four minutes
She incorporated
" it's gotta be"
by Danny Dewmore
A very popular song
To the delight of those
In attendance and to those
Who were to view the film
The staff stood and applauded
She bowed and smiled
And then letter the stage.
I heard one saying "she wowed us"
Her male factor spoke whisper to
Her "I should be nervous to lose you
to someone who is as talented as you"
He kissed her. We found it to be romantic.
The reliance of performance allows us
To speak of you as "the deal sealer"
You have mourned in triumph to get the part!
We spoke this moment as her "monomythwhere
The bassoonist has arrived at stardom!
A FLOWER THAT BLOOMS
God sees your life as a flower
That sprouts, grows, blooms, wilts, withers, and dies in one Day.
And it is not so much the way the Lord sees how you were Rooted to the world
But,
How you attempted to bloom toward the sky.
Whether your stem was broken too soon by an icy storm, Wilted too early by a harsh sun
Or
Grew to be a beautiful flower with bright petals
Because each flower was born in different times, weather, and Seasons
And We
Are the product of our days
But each flower is still a flower With stamens and pistils
Trying to survive And
Love Together
Whether born in a cold canyon, a beautiful garden, sprouting from Concrete, or a lovely meadow
Standing alone or with many
As long as your stem stands tall and your petals Reach toward the Lord
You will always be the flower that blooms
Tick-tock ya can’t rewind
Time doesn’t stop or fall behind
Clock hands cut like a sharpened knife
Time doesn’t lose it runs your life
Born with a cry blink then you're grown
Chasing years you’ll never own
Gold turns gray fast and sly
Can’t outpace it don’t even try
Heroes fall and empires bend
Every story meets its end
Watches shine but they betray
Marking life that slips away
No bribes deals or cheat codes work
Time doesn’t flinch and it won’t shirk
Kings and beggars rich or broke
We all breathe time like secondhand smoke
Tick-tock ya can’t rewind
Time doesn’t stop or fall behind
Clock hands cut like a sharpened knife
Time doesn’t lose don’t let it steal your life
Sorrow and tomorrow, they weigh heavy on my mind
Like a burden I can't seem to leave behind
But in my darkest hour, when all seems lost
I turn to Jesus and he bears the cost
The price of my sins, he paid with his life
And in return, he saved me from eternal strife
So when sorrow comes knocking at my door
I know that tomorrow, I'll be saved once more
For Jesus holds me in his loving embrace
And gives me strength to run this earthly race
He is my salvation, my hope for tomorrow
And with him by my side, I'll never feel sorrow
But still I wonder why he chose me
A lowly sinner, so unworthy to be free
Yet through his grace and endless love
I am blessed with borrowed time from above
So though tomorrow may bring its share of sorrow
I know that with Jesus, I'll have a brighter tomorrow
For in him lies the key to eternal bliss
And with each passing day, I'm reminded of this.
The path before me is clear
And I can see you gallivanting over there
The water is gushing out of the stream
And someone is messing with my dreams
The mission of life is almost complete
So meet me at the corner street
I need some time by myself
to figure out how the universe blend
The chatter is rising, the calls are getting louder
And I must make up my mind before the dam breaks
We are walking on borrowed time.
Walk with me to the corner street
and I will show you where destiny meets
With each breath, I feel the weight
Of borrowed time, a silent debt
To those who've passed, without a trace
To all that's gone and that's yet to face
We come and go, in waves of grace
And we, the living, hold the space
For all who've lived and all who'll come
As we dance in the light and we beat the drum
Our hearts beat on, through pain and joy
Through fear and hope, through doubt and faith
As we step into the unknown
We face the truth that we are not alone
We live and love with all our might
For one day, we must leave this world behind
And when we're gone, let us leave behind
A legacy of love, of hope and of light.
Never leave the Shore without the
Satisfaction of a truthful heart and a
Little equational engagement.
See to it that you let litter of lonesome
lilliies lie
When visiting Lucy Lake.
Mean time let us keep our sacred
Vows for all our life times. For
We in pursuit of mortal dreams
Should not ever apologize for our
ambitions.
Mean it with every breath forsaken.
A Secret Devotion is definitely a lifetime
concern.
Entertaining that thought,
I whisper there is no shame.
I love you the same.
Oh my God! Razzle dazzle!
Tickle Tickle stop!
Sometimes keeping on my best
Quietness I find myself
Roving In The Presence of dawn.
Observing.
Borrowed I’ve pain, pills on credit,
Ever since, I feel not so fit.
When all get drenched, welcoming rain,
The parched me waits home, you to greet.
Should rain come on time, ends the wait,
You come not, my heart stays unlit.
Oh how to muse, metaphors fail
And fall flat failing to well fit.
Cornucopia, nor copious kit,
Pleased I’m with your flitting self’s bit.
Let world cheat with chit funds and likes,
Your mere shadow shall my need meet.
If not, in this world of audit,
Who'd do my ghazals some credit?
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Ghazal |12.11.2021| life, love
I live in a borrowed body,
which is not mine... but I am
immortal spirit... when I die
for this life, die then
this body, not me... !
Before I knew of choice
My God was still.
This empty cup
Far too fool to fill.
My eyes untrained to see,
Were married to belief.
My heart sought other than itself
To find relief.
This chambered heart so music deaf
To never understand
The meaning of the silence
In a breath.
Singular and insulated
Dreams untouched by hand.
Graceful dripping gossamer’s
Whose icy touch I fought.
Embattled black or ghostly white
Forever lay uncaught
My eyes still feel
The curving of the light.
My brain still bends
In forming each new thought.
So let me not disturb
My Gods’ diminished sight,
Or curse this borrowed life
I wish I’d bought.
It’s prohibited committing suicide in the religion of Islam one can’t cause harm even to he himself life is a borrowed something,something that can’t be returned by one he himself the lender has to call it back,he’s to go and pay that’s it.
Our love is living on borrowed time
In fact, we are all living on borrowed time
Time gets shorter
Time's a transporter
Childhood to adulthood your life and mine
I'm back on loan again
I'm away from home I am
I'm sitting where you stand I am
My purpose my life is varying
My plans stay
I may
Sway
As I go that way
Borrowed redemption
10/10/19
Life is a borrowed gem, a wondrous gift,
so like a rose that buds, then fully blooms
until at last, it withers in the end
as life and death their dual chorus sing.
July 19, 2019
Premiere Contest: Arbitrium Divisa 3
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
Four lines from my Blank Verse poem, "The Life Of Death"
Posted on October 20, 2017