Life Image Poems | Examples
These Life Image poems are examples of Image poems about Life. These are the best examples of Image Life poems written by international poets.
I caught a ghostlike glimpse,
of steel breath on blunt mirror,
as my taut brain mulled scars,
from fractal bleak life motif,
zooming across skewed glass,
reflections glum and forlorn,
black ink eye ring capture,
shadow, shade, or shield,
brittle convex, abject cog,
whoa, my frail image riven
In mine traveling of time I am partial to believe in to the believe that I am fine, not at cost there’s no price on this placement for I am travailing alive a current electric, eclectic bombarded with the likeness of God vision visiting angelic angels yet set apart of them. My only friend is Him is the make of all things, beings and men I AM light, in life electrified I hold the darkness inside the ruler of these solid grounds I am found embodied, encased in flesh O’ but I be spirit blend I left up Holy Hands-- I digress whom am I,
I am a spiritual being I am the Righteousness of God
“intangible seen”
more am I than an angel
light in God image
02/17/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Sunrise embarks
Dew that awakens
Bayou glisten
Southern accent
Sitting and observing
Life thought
Never before
Stillness in peace
Calm with no worries
Hope in the air
The tears back then
Bayou reflections
Time with a look back
Days that were
Alone, but prepared
Consistency on promise
Deserving life
Dew in pursue
Life through.
I adore your smile,
your wit, and your style;
You've shown me life can be fun.
Soulmates and best friends,
bonded till time ends;
Our souls have morphed into one.
And your aura gleams
as bright as sunbeams,
guiding my soul with its light.
You've taught me to laugh,
fought on my behalf,
and cuddle close every night.
Love flows from your heart;
it has from the start,
no one's as loving as you.
Your heart is unique,
mild-mannered, and meek,
with a compassionate view.
Two halves of a whole,
we share but one soul,
forever sealed with a kiss.
Cupid's aim was true
as His arrow flew,
guided by feelings of bliss.
Heartbeat blossoms
Inside my chest accustomed
Abbreviated breast breath
goldfish in a bowl
thoughts of a life out at sea
—cat thinks otherwise
You need not remind me of my mortality,
The evidence is reflected in the mirror.
But then you smugly preach about morality,
Come back down to Earth, maybe you'll see things clearer.
How distant do you feel from our ideal life,
and how hard are you willing to go, to get there?
You’ve got to pull a big swing sometimes, to get there, you know?
You’ll flourish in the aftermath.
What I’m carrying is joy.
Notes for an American student in Paris..
Be less intense
tone it down
pullback.
Enough scrappiness, hustle,
and intensity on repeat.
Sure, honesty is sanity,
but give them a better version
some ‘church girl’ energy, maybe.
Win ‘em with winsome
Don’t welcome them, immediately, into your tense, inner world.
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Songs for this:
Oh Honey! (I Love You) by Peach Tree Rascals
Nothing Breaks Like a Heart (feat. Miley Cyrus) by Mark Ronson
Tear Off Your Own Head (It's A Doll Revolution) by The Bangles
That decision you make daily to wear your real face or not
Deciding to "makeup" what dont have instead of wearing what you got
Honestly makeup seems to be a girls bestfriend
Long lashes and thick lips seems to be the latest trend
Yes wearing makeup puts on who you're pretending to be
Then when you go natural people are surprised by what they see
Makeup causes people to treat you better than they did before
Life is less complicated with it on so you buy more
People are beginning to notice you among the classy and conceited
Makeup enhances your beauty but now you think you need it
"L'Oréal" wears makeup to stay "Gorgio Armani's" "Cover Girl"
All it takes is a name brand makeup to be who you want in this world
Our true existence is in a subtle realm
and as above, so below, we here in form,
with the voice of conscience always at the helm,
having chosen with laws of God to conform,
do not let cravings of ego overwhelm,
invoking in its place, a benign bliss storm.
The trick is to connect with our higher Self,
sans desire letting life just flow by itself.
The clouds are swirling in the wind,
Unique designs appear within.
An artist’s brush could be the air,
For many forms are found up there.
Look up there, it’s a swimming whale,
‘Twill quickly change with the next gale.
It seems so strange to change so much,
It makes it hard to keep in touch.
There’s a ship with the flag raised high,
It slowly fades as it drifts by.
A dragon flies upon the mast,
With raging winds, it will not last.
One way to live with all this change,
Enjoy each form when it’s in range.
Then like a child with a new toy,
Each change will bring with it more joy.
Don’t allow fear to have its way,
Change will come with every new day.
Giving us a chance to mature,
A better chance to feel secure.
Be determined, put your game on,
take it up a notch, jazz it up.
Get into character, be your own best self.
Rewrite your destiny,
draw your path and follow it.
Be fearless and audacious.
Let your imagination run wild,
you are the hero of your life story.
Feel free to fake it till you make it.
Be bold, be grand, be awesome.
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Bearing child birth
Conceiving new life on Earth
Devoted and Timely
Nurturing the child
Making sacrifices above her own
Teaching and Upbringing
Embracing Wisdom and Understanding
Disciplining standards
Greater Love everlasting
On this Mother’s Day
The honor sending your way
A Mother’s work is never done
You are valued always among
Mother’s take your bow
You are a Mother with know how.
You may be older but,
You’re not old.
You may be alone but,
You’re not lonely.
You may be down but,
You’re not depressed.
You may think there’s no hope but,
You’re not hopeless.
The echo returns not,
lost in time's endless haze.
Navigating life's maze,
Hope comes to a blind spot:
a place devoid of thought,
counting down our last days.
Our future and our past
are written in the dust:
held together by trust
and questions never asked.
A life that cannot last:
a breeze; no more a gust,
we return to Stardust.
The echo returns not,
dissolving into naught.