Impermanence Poems - Poems about Impermanence

When I leave, don’t cling to my name like a treasure— let it settle into the dust where it truly belongs. Feel the walls we built, not to grieve but to recall that they once echoed with laughter, that they kept the world outside, and us within. Walk the same shore, but don’t picture my steps next to yours. Carry me off like the last wave of...

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Version #1 Petals float down like dreams, landing gently on the ground, vanishing before we rise. Version #2 Petals descend like whispers, landing quietly on the earth, lost before we open our eyes....

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Eternal impermanence Walking in the past lives’ gardens is a kind gift from life Yes, this is a blessing from the life of fate. Benediction It’s just only I know what I mean about death, past, life Very interesting, a bit otherworldly the feeling-walk here The talking silence of the past! Inaudible words from far The far from here, to present...

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And just like that, it slipped away. (9/3/24) ...

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From quantum whispers, a universe awakens. A birth in stellar nurseries, where light ignites. Appearance and disappearance, a dance of creation, a cosmic ballet, everlasting and fleeting. Invisible to our limited sight, a mystery in swirling existence. Permanent yet ephemeral, a cosmic puzzle, beyond our grasp. What traces remain? when the stars fade away? when galaxies collapse? Are they truly gone, or merely transformed? Hidden in spacetime’s weave, in the universe’s memory. Appearance and disappearance, teachers...

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The residents slowly amble toward the buffet, some using canes or walkers, a few sitting on scooters, others standing, schmoozing, joking, laughing. Dinner is the social hour ...

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At the end of the day, I pour my soul into these words, they say, These scars, they tell stories of my past, But they don't define me, they won't last. It's been a journey, finding joy amidst the pain, Learning to dance in the sunshine, not just in the rain. Yet lately, shadows loom, threatening to pull me...

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In the quiet of early morning, a dewdrop clings to the edge of a leaf, a fragile globe reflecting the first light. It trembles, a breath away from falling, a brief testament to the night's embrace. So too, our joys, gathered like rain in the cups of our hands, slipping through fingers no matter how tightly closed. The laughter of children fades into...

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("Spinning Earth", 2016) The Impermanent What is impermanent, by definition, Doesn’t last and can’t remain, And what is not impermanent? Yet each of us has a lingering thought That something must be. So we habitually project this intuition, This inner knowing of the most holy, Onto the everyday and profane. We think maybe we are somehow permanent Or maybe what we create, what we...

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Constructed, casting a common customary cornerstone Sublime, super-strong skyscrapers successfully survive Like many other matters, aren't these too destruction-prone? They break and fall, partially or wholly, like a beehive. Composed creatively; catchy; captivating; classic Mysteriously melodious; maddens many minds. Wafts in waves as each notation of it is dynamic Which music, yet, perpetually its prominence finds? Doesn't the bright sun withhold its vigour...

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Crisp air, fallen leaves Shattered shapes, Whispering tales of metamorphosis. Their effortless art of surrender, Breaking down into the soil to serve the growth of others, Demonstrate the value of transition. They fulfill the circle of life, Becoming echoes of the essence of existence, Displaying the absolute beauty of impermanence....

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("Morphogenesis Merit Badge" - MB #37, 2011, original oil) A Good Day to Die (for Bill – 07/10/1925-10/14/2023) Another day dawns To the recognition It is both the beginning of The rest of your life And as good a day as any To die. Before the sun sets today You, me, us could all Beat it to it. And when we set Where do we go? Such questions...

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("Yellow Moon", 2014, original block print) This Too Shall Pass The precarious balance The poignant bittersweet The agony of defeat The thrill of victory All we have gained All we have lost All that we love All that we fear Everything we know Everything imaginable Everything we build Everything that has been In the blink of an eye Too shall pass (10/12/23)...

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I want to grow and age with you, And watch the seasons come and go, As both our bodies change with them, And love still burns within our souls I want to hold you in my arms, As days and months turn into years – To see our children grow with us, Embracing love instead of fear I want to always meet...

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The azure ecstasy of the glistening autumn sky fades away with the blizzard of the polar wind. As on the wings of winter the golden leaves fly, gone with the surge the fleeting joy of the mind. On the concave canvas of the hazy horizon grey, rainbow dreams gleam as the transient arc of art. In the clasp of the...

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