Life... Poems - Poems about Life...

Flies love figs, oaks, elms, and willows; we know. They play hide-and-seek with leaves tinged with snow. In their purblind fondness, our hearts get sparked? Do they flee from us because we're crook-backed? Around us, wingers of every kind fly. We often love their melancholic cry. Isn't each fly as fine as a butterfly? Shouldn't each be the master of the sky? The...

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The sun's ventures to scorch the blossoms fail. Goddesses Maia and Lakshmi sail. Pre-monsoon drizzles cool the environs. Optimism spreads wings, hushing storm's sirens. Human forms are moulded to merriment With the leaven of truth, good deeds ferment. Clear conscience cascades from the divine source. As a gentle breeze, love becomes life force. For the tillers of land, it's a fair season. In creating...

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Albert Nelson's father bought a huge clock, the very day he was born, A happy fellow, with a winsome smile. Like the merry pink sun, at dawn. Being too tall for the shelf, it stood inside their foyer, for ninety years, Without the penchant to be slumbering. Tick, tock, tick-joys and tears! Albert loved to watch its pendulum swing,...

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WHOLESOMENESS Do not be sorry, Be aware in your nature; Growing fruitfully ...

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OF LIFE’S JOURNEY At birth, life’s journey is planned; While there will be many tolls, God’s GPS will guide you:- ...

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I tighten your tie, tighten in your lies, shine your shoes so I can see the real you and hold your eyes to mine in the big blue sky. So I can see inside the hollowness that is you. ...

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LABOR OF LOVE THOUGHTS ON AWARENESS OF THE NEEDS OF SELF AND THOSE OF OTHERS Hey there, where you are now, I feel more than you can know; In my life’s time, I too, have been there many times before:- Now, in awareness, I’ve learned that you just have to be the real you; Not endeavoring to be...

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Our final test will be graded When our breath has dissipated Life itself is our final test Final grade when we’re laid to rest Taking the test may make you snore If you don’t care about the score For the next one you’ll study more Then it hits I’m dead on the floor There’re no more chances to improve That was the final my...

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Psychology or Life? Life is life. Life gives lives. Psychology? Homogeneous Sharing their modern lives Death says, all death of life ...

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No this world No present, new past, new tradition, no this life, never This world is running out, just check the time, still alive No, this culture, no, this science, it’s already dead kind The present, the new past, and tradition kill the world Innocent is guilty, and the sinner is the innocent here Hmm, I am guilty here, the...

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The root of all suffering is striving For something we aren’t or don’t have. Desire per se isn’t the problem at all As it’s just a natural response to being alive, But attachment to that object of desire certainly is, And yet attachments can be good, Such as the attachment to being alive… But striving for something we aren’t or don’t have Implies...

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Snooze of peace reigned on a collage of sacred impulse for serenity of shelter — bower-girthed and soul-inundated — but along the line, a stampede, peccant and harlotic, framed the sun....

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Drops. In clots they come, Jetting down festers of The mean clouds that soar even higher. Down here, the feet of the soil are mere clod. Furnace rules upon the face of the waves, Brewed and distilled from faceless chimneys. The farmer’s rain is abroad. Drought yawns with anger among the choir of Desolate rainclouds. Skeletal drops. Measured in fingertips, They drip wastefully on the teeth of...

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Love can be like sale, it comes in many types, like sight and might. Might you like some love, love that is found in words. Words of joy and of love, that make you have chills down your spine. Love that warms your heart, making your blood warm just with the thought. Love that you...

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I felt kinship with alone ~until alone was no longer optional....

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