Life Dramatic Verse Poems | Examples
These Life Dramatic Verse poems are examples of Dramatic Verse poems about Life. These are the best examples of Dramatic Verse Life poems written by international poets.
I know not your will our pain suffer
tear soaked ground
Fill with empty coffins of decaying past,
no one's home; soul gone away
Vulgaris society like yesterday's dreams
Hatred killing blood shed streets run
Love no more, independence of oneself
Is it not ourselves we save our own
Bones wasting away six deep in
Is it not of diversity we pull strength
Everything we kill we wipe DNA to life
What is purpose if we abandon reason
Once a nation founded on moral respect
Bitten by snake's venom piercing blood warm veins
Does a one not hate of their own accord,
despising everything good
Are we better ancestors, same battle since dawn
Good vs evil, war only you make difference outcome
Blood warm, resurrection Jesus; infinite mind to peace
I roam into a tunnel of ebon night
when stars crumble like grated ash,
the remnants of a heavy day fills
a bleak alley with rubble and debris--
Somehow, the howl of life grows
ghastly, creepy : stray dogs lapping piles
of left-over food in a garbage thick
with ravaged bones, while breezes
laugh at my emptiness mocking
time’s losses and farewells...I bleed
upon the fangs of anguish defying
this phantom within me that lurks, hollers
loud as I slip into the void
of endless black : my lungs cry,
while my knees tumble
on rough cement: and an old man
strums haunted notes from his stale corner…
an overture to a raw, insolent flight.
This urge to exhale without restraint
into the hardness of days heightens;
my own center accepting those lapses
when my frail body readily perishes
amidst dreary seasons :
yes, I am weary;
How mournful the thieving of dear life rips,
as I blame the ticks which pluck hours
from rails of courage, from immense grit...
am I simply existing or prevailing?
Yet, precious moments past relieve time's woe,
that a fullness of seasons once held
me beyond earthly limitations...
now, the purpose of existence
eludes my soul ...where uncertainty
becomes part of tested faith.
Beautiful
through the grace and mercies,
we are His
His righteousness.
Crown, children,
we are His Voices.
Beautiful,
We are graced and loved highly
Anointed in Him favor awakened.
Beautiful
Standing in His presence,
Beautiful for His purposes,
Beautiful kissed breath of His life.
We are embraced caressed
Chosen in Him beautifully love.
The righteousness of God we are
BEAUTIFUL.
5/24/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
See how frozen rice brings gaiety
from the weight of a half-starved life ,
palms etching the barbs of terrorism;
Already the villainous hours smell of puss,
ripe lesions , and unbearable heat :
dried bones snapping from gun-barrels
of greedy, power- laden pillagers --
the hissing growl of wars
rake bloody sky from its quiet days .
So chidren , listen well...build
A new earth blessed with peaceful hearth
and fresh broth,
clutch all neighborly moments endeared,
whispering prayers for safe glide
soothing night's guardianship ... and as
You lay on pure lights from angels' wings,
live each hour with grace of integrity
to hold not a chaos brimming with envy;
as Spirit renews a world lulled by love,
Beneath the heart
Is beating sweet
Melody holy music
Resounding breeze
Breathe music My Soul
Is thankful when I'm asleep
My dance in my dreams,
When I awake and I
continue the dance
My Father awakens me
With His kiss the breath in me
My soul He directs
Another day of life
And love I caress
The thoughts of being His alone
I am birth and created for His purpose, His alone
10/25/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2025
It is the eighth hour of shadowy fog,
And she writhes on dampened sheets
with frozen anguish thawing minutes
weighed on jagged umbra of night's hoot.
Somehow, silhouettes of light
begin to kindle as
the bleak of hours mirror
her own disquiet from love's demise,
remembering faces of kin
smelling of tar and mint , knitting arms
flamed though morn's play,
then doused by ink of eve ~
all gone in a flash.
She quivers quietly hums her way
through the glass pane,
this time aware that she inhabits
life gently , slowly;
her long shadows of fear,
of abandonment, of venial sins
desecrating her newfound grip
of wholeness... not anymore.
blest new birth
does end dearth
finding worth
in love's hearth
UTERO HOLDER OF LIFE
Reddish brown hue
Holder of life
So easy to view
Beautiful
Mother’s hold held, life spoil
She stands tall, fertile
Legs sequoia
Woman mother of man
Releasing’s life’s blood
Eggs embryos
Down her limbs
Nurturer, mother of world
Red river life flows through
The womb monthly flows
Utero holder of life
9/3/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
"from LIFE DISCERN Anthology "
THOSE THESE SHOES I WEAR I’M BAREFOOTED-
you wear the shoes that fit you
Bottomed out barefooted
Naked toes and sole
Standing on Holy Grounds
~
You dance like David dance
A spectrum of Holy worship
He sees your heart beyond your flesh
Standing on Holy Grounds
~
You raise the hands that were given you
You stand on the grounds the lands in shoes
Naked you come into this world, naked you return
9/3/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
"from LIFE DISCERN Anthology "
I feel life breaking a glass, any glass
Or screaming at anyone with or without cause
For now, my breath and tears find no rest,
Seething on a bomb of fury, time claims a place
For rage piercing through my gut too deep...
I never knew he has gone beyond the stars
My soul hemorrhaged, my innocence vandalized--
Please tell me this is night's cruel illusion
Night prayers dripping stains of candle wax!
I blow like a dam but only silence hits back
My damn, damn being cries for hallowed nest
While he has traveled off in a land without maze,
And I continue to cringe...searching for
Quiet within an unforgiving self
I drown in explosions of why...
Why is Daddy suddenly dead?
Jubilant soul hopes above firmament
vibrant faith soars midst trials
radiant heart reverberates
melody of hymns, serenely triumphant
to silence chaotic angst
while exalting God Who makes life wondrous
as love-conquered human nature
fulfills functional share that leaves
impactful difference...
yon grave.
Let he who is without vanity cast the first insult
Vain to me smacks of superficialities which
in the long run prove fragile and meaningless
You can be proud of your accomplishments
without worries of being vain
Lose your hair, lose your teeth, lose your looks,
lose your vanity
Fashion statements
Youth
Dress-up make-up
Forsooth
A little vanity never hurt anybody
Until it becomes the substance of your life
Uncouth
Raison d'être
It’s not necessarily a negative asset
conceit
conceded
vain
narcissism
self-love
self-admiration
self-regard
self-absorption...
...Is self-love really considered vanity?
A threadbare sigh relentlessly lisps
while he begs with twilight
for inner calm;
Dear life...he is just a young man,
wobbly feet wanting to run away
from unknown ground which reeks of
territorial conquest, of violence inhumane
as spitting bang of bullets explodes:
Just like one nameless label
of life's bloody route ,
he turns into a fetal shape on the road
leading to nowhere; not even hell--
till grunts of combat lamentations
echo upon the breeze;
crushed grains hurling a lone figure
half alive, half lifeless
with rosary beads on his neck...
amidst purgatory of eve.
Clouds dim from a fevered night
bare as skin of dragonflies trapped,
and she paces along tattered leaves strewn
on barbed fences of life moaning
through a distant breeze: yet the candle
burns inside her heart to feed
dire hunger of jailed souls....
There,this bruised woman circles around
in a furnace of hope...on a barren lane
where mangled sparrows cry in despise;
and the will to plod an inner odyssey rages,
searching for some need
to fill breaths of peace not only for herself
but for a biting desire to give women
and children a voice which honors plain dignity
violated and spit by vulgar words, alcohol,
shattered glass...enough!
her own pain hollers from the marrow,
the kind that flames the heavens and rain.