Life Poems | Poems About Life's Journey, Struggle, and Fun

Cancer I loathe and detest you If I'm honest, I really HATE you I despise the way You keep popping up to irritate us like a smirking floating turd Which we’d love to flush away forever Attempts were made to eradicate you Skilled surgeons tried to cut you out But you were like a ‘cling on’ in the toilet of life And you wouldn’t...

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Who knows how Net turns ten Now own to won Off arm to mar The sunshine of four That rise to grow Their sheep fur Just like ours As long as bride's gown Unlike a fairy tale bird Whose ribs are light Off bid to plead the sky To help pin its way up Without its mother's tips Not to get nip by the wind Unto the back...

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I look upon the world today as I have done all my life. A laugh, a smile, worry or ok, it needs to be met head-on for all its strife. Some days I’ll wake and feel the sun recharging my fading smile. Some days I’ll wake and no matter how bright the sky sorrow will darken my mind. I’ll...

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I want to spend my life with you, Through times of red, of green and blue. For the sunset dance, and midnight walks, For never ending and the deepest talks. Red days for adventure, a passion for life, To dance forever, into the sun filled night. Seeing the sun, rise from your eyes, To light up horizons, of pastel skies. Green for peace,...

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Born into the soothe of tidepools hardly a ripple hardly a care infinity in the shallow so near but there are no treasures here only the seduction of security. on the horizon you see shinning things maps to treasures that we're born to seek knee deep we frolic about then slide into the thick blue where thrashers abound There it lies like a sleepy silver...

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After The Psalm of Life, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow One need not continue seeking, For that elusive, immortal dream. Our bodies aging, joints creaking, Yet we each have, before unseen... A body that's made of spirit, That breaks forth when this flesh dies! And the grave, we need not fear it; Yes, death will come...

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In the beginning, he was a dream, A perfect blend, or so it seemed. With every wish, he’d swoop and save, A knight in shining armor, oh so brave. “Where have you been?” I’d sigh and swoon, As he’d conjure up my heart’s cartoon. A band-aid for a paper...

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When I see the darkness, I see the Qliphoth, Each shadow mirrors the fire I’ve crossed. A soul forged where mercy is lost— I rise from Hell with no fear of cost. They say I walk with devils and flame, That I’ve chosen a path of whispers and shame. ...

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These are English translations of Urdu poems by Jaun Elia with themes of solitude, loneliness, alienation, love, life, death and loss. When you come, you will find me lost, for in my solitude there are dreams, nothing else. You desire to decorate my room, but in my room there are books, nothing else. These tyrannical books have done me a...

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since this is what we signed up for life tests us again and again looked at by us with nonchalance vibrant in joy and stoic in pain recognising life as a dream wherein we are somewhat awake all that matters is God’s bliss beat making presence calm like a lake...

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What makes me smile?—For one: the grin of life; but, too, its touch of giggle grazing on my ticklish skin,—Though soon again withdrawn, yet long lingers in memory, full, rife. This makes me smile—(the laughter of a leaf fluttering through the airs of yawning dawn. I think it now, though next I’ll find it gone, but note the chimes of...

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Regret not lifes end, for you will have been a star... in your own movie!...

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Something inside tells me That things are gonna change The world is in great turmoil I feel there's lots and lots of pain The rich are getting richer And the poor barely get by Oh Jesus please come help us Bring this world now back to life...

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Whew ~ I'm all tuckered out from doing my day-to-day spellcasting business, conjuring this and conjuring that, bewitching this and bewitching that, I hate to say it but I'm not the young enchantress I used to be. It's time for a break and have some brew ~ what I need next is to summon my charming warlock to make me feel those long...

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I Like The AWARENESS, You Know, That We've Made Out Of Man... Oh, Yeah, Me Too... And, He Thinks He KNOWS EVERYTHING! Yeah Yeah! All The Time! Man-Kind! Hee-Hee... Horribly Funny! Yeah, It Is FUNNY, Though. -Gray Squirrel 06-23-2025 ...

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