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.
Mother lowers her sullen face
against a volatile wind,
tasting the insolence
of a heavy laden gust
As she heaves quietly
from musings of unaswered dreams
grating her senses -- hope clinging--
through pits of lonely thoughts
delicately cleansing snarled faith
and disheveled pauses...
where hours impairs near death
as uncertain answers grow pale
...Waking her slow breaths flowing
from tears... Dad in a stupor :
I dreamed within her own dream
a fervent wish of life restored
that she hears my silent words
her boney figure collapsing --
through the bleakest of bleak nights
numbed from pain ...from agony,
That under panels of glass,
...we clutch onto that wish for life
My dream blending with her plea...
and realize she has learned
to pray with me in the rain.
The Black Sea of Hostility**
I express no willingness to engage in the metaphorical black sea of hostility. It is a misconception to believe that individuals are born with fractured souls; rather, such conditions develop throughout one’s life.
One enters this world devoid of sin, possessing innate virtues and qualities. However, I am not inclined to accept an invitation to your table, where the tablecloth is whiter than the pristine blanket of snow on Monsanto Lake. I will not participate in such gatherings.
Your opulent Gorham silverware glimmers, reminiscent of clusters of grapes hanging from a mountain. Nevertheless, I remain disinterested in both swimming in this sea or dining at a table rooted in animosity.
The children raised in this environment are instructed to disdain the clergy. Meanwhile, violence stains the streets of northern communities as politicians indulge in lavish dinners costing $2,000 per plate. One must question who is safeguarding the gates of moral decay.
The realm of politics is indeed tumultuous.
The world is changing for the better
Waiting for a great time to strike rich
We don't wait for the hostile to crashed
We get out before then
A hostile environment is pity harsh
The transistion of human life is vanishing
Our world became hostile
People don't act the same
What was the changes?
A poor life style
People are struggling
Do not think the same
Less smile more pouting
Not appropriate for this life or another
We reach out but no one hears
Everyone deaf and blind
Amen
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 "
Not who you was but whom is portrayed
We all with evil, pulpits shouts redemption rise
Every is entitled to redeem heart of the soul
Upon themselves the desire to want change
Among mist of our depths lays stories, secrets
Darkness evil hidden away torcher's pain
Taught morals, respect, one looks for in another
The kindness of being promoting good will
What is it we are except what we allow
That we have become radical civilization of hate
War falls upon the lips, riots destroy instead unite
Purpose of government not meant to control
But overseer of different law of land we bury
For our own good, forsaken all we stand
While hiding behind image of world our steps
All desiring riches, the promised way to life
But you can not find purpose with close eyes
Among starry skies, dreams of reality hopes
We fly flags, liberation to freedom rights
Each fighting against another even ourselves
We call for change just defile objective to be
Like selling your soul, price we give to breath
But does one die in vain their doing
Where does the soul go that live this breathe
But he be a better man than the world his journey
She takes what isn't hers like a burglar.
Her spouse wed his lover.
She shut her eyes and once more she lost him to that *witch*.
She views him as all-powerful.
Finally! She wears his ring.
Now it’s time to hold her tongue and demonstrate to the world that she belongs to Master Shingh.
What goes around comes back around; karma is a *trickster*.
Now it’s casual intimacy with Tess the *slutty switch*.
He smiles; she chuckles.
He slows down; she accelerates.
He sneezes, she responds with “bless you.”
She embarked on her new life without hesitation.
To her, the man is all-powerful.
She reverses the ground he treads.
“Yes, master; no, master”—somehow, she manages to love, respect, and obey.
She takes things like a thief.
On this radiant moment, a ceiling
of new moon beguiles the park-lane
where the breeze tosses its wings,
lit by a fluorescent in a haze I can't
comprehend--- a whip of angst encircles
my despair unrelenting to the beat
of a warm summer eve so glorious;
and yet, my spirit drowns from pain,
from the absence of love 's loss in ruins--
there is no recourse except tear
my life, amble alone in the stab of dusk;
Till a streetchild's voice blows through
my hardened ear-- soft, soothing--
that my inner tempest releases
a spark...his angelic presence rivering
through fresh mist alive with young eyes
dipped in joy: this waif without a name
offers a mangled grip of blooms, a smile
haunting as it is giving: in freeze of night,
I find one of earth's better angels
amidst this heartburst almost suspended by
time's daring request to snuff my hours!
Somewhere, a poem exists in our minds about love, life, politics, natural disasters, religion, and contentious issues.
Suddenly, political uprisings and wars emerge, with ISIS and figures like Donald Trump acting as modern crusaders.
Here we are, as citizens, once more feeling disheartened, striving to discover beauty in life amidst chaos, seeking a balance between who is right and who is wrong, caught up in the obsessions with politicians like a game of tic-tac-toe.
Somewhere, there exists a poem, one that is waiting, waiting, waiting, and waiting.
There are too many words and not enough ink to print them, with too few people who care about such issues.
The ups and downs caused by natural disasters stem from the manipulations within the political landscape, the missing emails, the concealed birth certificates, and the beauty queen who gained weight.
What about the real issues? What about the economy, war and famine, child molestation, bigotry, and deception?
Suddenly, political uprisings and wars arise, with ISIS and figures like Donald Trump as today's crusaders.
Here we are, as citizens, feeling disheartened once again.
**Ginger Shots**
Today, of all days, I find myself dividing my tears into sections. With each moment, each tear, and each snuffle I make, the paper tissues crumble, showing signs of the mishaps in life that surely cannot be mended. Yesterday was your birthday, and today is my revelation about life—my life.
Lately, it seems I’ve taken a new route, and this road is certainly not paved with gold. God truly blesses heroes; He has never failed me yet! However, I have encountered many obstacles. Is it empathy or just plain stupidity? I never considered myself an empath.
As we grow older, it's true that we begin to see life from a different perspective—the lows, the in-betweens, and the highs. My emotions are so intense; they rise and fall, with frustrations that test my tolerance. Today, I saw red.
Today, I need my ginger shots. Who cares if it's unhealthy? Today, of all days, I am dividing my tears into sections. With each moment, each tear, and each snuffle I make, the paper tissues crumble, revealing the mishaps in life that cannot be mended.
Does anybody care or notice that America has failed us?
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?
Love is like a grave of Emotions, there is no way out.
For the ones that no one loves love becomes a tomb of eternal pain.
Where your life is wasting away.
I try not to love anymore, but it is impossible like a grave there is no way out.
Sooner or later we will feel the effect.
My heart will be buried within my eternal soul.
Saying Goodbye to a Web of Deception**
When did it become so effortless for him to weave his lies? Was it after their first anniversary, when the glow of their love began to fade? He meticulously plotted his betrayals, crafted intricate plans, and willingly cheated, transforming himself into a mastermind of deceit. Meanwhile, she wore her mask of a devoted mother and loving wife, concealing her pain as she smiled for their children. In public, she exuded warmth, but behind the closed doors of their home, she was a prisoner of her sorrow, tears streaming down her face in the silence of the night.
Then, that fateful summer night arrived—a turning point. She reached her breaking point and declared, “No more, no more.” When did it become so easy for him to betray the trust they once shared? Now, the scorned wife finds herself on death row, an ironic smile gracing her lips, revealing a chilling absence of remorse.
When did it become so simple to bid farewell to the tangled web of lies that defined her life?