Cycle Poems - Poems about Cycle

Left sock, lone rebel, elopes with the tumble dryer— true love eats its mate....

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Tireless sphere unbidden woke Climbed on high to blaze anew Retires to bed at last bells stroke Bids the starry night adieu...

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Good words are not just lines Printed, on screen or written They are seeds of goodness That will carefully planted In every heart that read Soon it will grow a garden Where every plant bloom a flower Later on it will inspire lover To pick flower to give to other Whom someone is deserve love Goodness begets goodness What you get from good words Will create a...

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We were made to believe that silence, for a man, is relief so we bottle it all up even when our heartbeats stop. We were shaped into robots sponges for the world's troubles soaking in pain and problems as if endurance was our fate. But truth is, there’s no strength in silence. It only comforts for a moment so I’m unraveling this silence to exist after...

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a good book and my cat cushions and a faux fur throw a nook by the window with a view onto the city park where birds have returned to nest following the harsh winter everyone's come out of hibernation and the cycle begins of rejuvenation life and love ...

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Thank you for our lovely evenings For the mornings, days and nights Thank you for the shared givings For our loving worried minds In my soul you live forever And I hope you got me there In your soul, entwined together We’re the breeze that waves the air We are waiting in the queue For permission to get down To the planet that we knew This...

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at end of each day the sun bids us goodbye with its promise to return and in gracefully doing so gives way to the stars and the cycle of life AP: Honorable Mention 2025 ...

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Becoming a slave to my own paradise, Becoming clingy to my own disregarded appetites, Becoming a prisoner of my own created prison, Becoming lonesome in my own crowd. Recognising something lethal, Pouring out something eternal, Bearing some dirt of civilisation, Tearing apart the burden of my own existence. I've created my own traps, Living forever in my own satire. No appeal on the docket today; I...

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Death. Winter is the death of all nature. It tears down leaves, Destroys grass, And kills every flower. Others may think that is sad, But I think it is beautiful. Just like us, nature must die, But it must also be reborn. The cycle repeats itself— A never-ending loop of death and life. Such a beauty to behold. ...

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Just as the eve has come The joy of mourning has become undone We tell ourselves each day is one Expectance is the claim of none A harrowed trail of battled drums The humming sum of rains to come Acceptance is the aim to some While rejection feints the cause of shun Epiphanies are all but done The roar of morning has just begun Harrowed...

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Life is a cycle It lives and breathes Not a moment can be still It's fragility Born of necessity Carried on at will For all the unfairness We have to go on Find sense to be free Even though it feels Like our canvas is white Where colour should be Already your heartbeat Has found it's way Into all we do Our hearts broken Ignited in grief All for you As...

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The big cat and the buffalo Its the hunter and the hunted As a spectator in the food cycle It can be daunting and haunting To watch the spectacle To the big cat, its a race to catch a meal It's a run for dear life for the buffalo to live It is life's vicious cycle ordained to be. Adapt or die...

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Scales glimmer, eyes hold, Stillness waits, then sudden strike, Life's swift, silent end. ©bfa030825 ...

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As the Autumn falls The jays sing A melody -a tale the old wives would sing While the sun fills the sky dripping With gold as honey to the brim I catch sight from my window Vines and creepyard twirling around the window sill As if they sing A song as sweet as demise or If it were the angels...

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below, a plauteo of yellow dream, a green fortess exposing a dancing crystal beam a sunlit pose where shadows reach and grow where twilight calls a lavender rose floating free tumbling fast in the vast great unknown a seed of life searching for a home taking root in a promise where blue waters flow sacred and profound a quiet time to reap...

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