Journey Life Poems | Examples
These Journey Life poems are examples of Life poems about Journey. These are the best examples of Life Journey poems written by international poets.
Humility is so very hard to find
man is themselves have this great lack
for most of us think we're so great
the very opposite of a humble knack
Looking far and near to find one
many think they are humility-full
but the one who does proves they're not
for they smack of the opposite, so uncool
Learn from those who are meek of heart
thinking they are the least of all
not putting themselves out to the front
instead content being last no matter who calls
They are also those who speak seldom
using only words to encourage and lift up
not seeking to be critically rude
only happy to say little about your cup
Well, how does one sum this up?
be humble, keep yourself idol-free
think not great of your very self
walk the humble road with integrity
May the rising sun warm your path,
And the whispering leaves sing wisdom to your mind.
May the waters flow clear with peace,
And the oak stand steadfast beside you.
May Awen inspire your heart,
As flowers unfold gracefully and joyfully.
Let the morning greet you with renewal and strength.
May your journey forever be guided by gentle light
And purpose!
a fragile bright thread
woven through the darkest night~
light that dispels dread
soft whisper of dawn
chasing shadows from the soul~
sunshine on the lawn
seed beneath the frost
waiting for the gentle thaw~
life will not be lost
tear begins to dry,
a quiet strength starts to grow~
shine anew in sky
sunbeam on the path,
melting away winter's grip~
greens in aftermath
a gentle warm breeze,
carrying a hopeful song~
worries start to ease
rainbow after storm,
colours painting skies anew~
peace begins to form
distant star's soft gleam
promising a warmer shore~
life`s journey still beams.
“Attention is the beginning of devotion.” —Mary Oliver
I keep the pebble safe with me,
Within my pocket’s care.
I turn my bear to watch the tree;
He sits beside me on the chair.
At lunch I smile at crowds that glance,
And hope for friendly eyes to meet.
By night, I search the newest dance,
To keep in step out on the street.
I check the clock to plan my day,
And clear the inbox, one by one.
The heavy keys are tucked away;
Before I leave, the day’s begun.
I test my knee before the stair,
The kitchen hinge complains at night.
I mend the things that need my care,
And leave the rest to settle right.
I move my chair into the sun,
And warm both hands around my tea.
The morning asks for nothing done;
The light has found the place for me.
There are many doors we go through in life, some we choose to enter
And some we have no choice but to open and go through them
We may experience sadness or happiness; it may help us grow
Life is full of choices and experiences that make up our journey
Do you take a risk and choose to go through the risky, unknown door?
Or choose the safe one, or stay stagnant and not evolve in your life
Do you go through the door of kindness and treat others with respect?
Or do you choose the selfish door with no respect or regard to others
Life is full of choices and doors to choose, try to choose the right one
rising to the sun
tasting what life offers
enjoying living
There is someone I often have contact with
who is very harsh to me and often unkind
I am walking wounded right now, with
a huge gash in my soul due to my son's death
It feels like that harshness and unkindness is making
my heart hurt worse and discouraging me at a time
that I need to cling to things that promote healing
and mental health, so I have some decisions to make
However, I can see that I am progressing on my
healing journey because I can recognize it and feel
strong enough to know I can do something about it
The last faint glimmers of yesterday fade
The flooding eve carries dark the remains
And pour upon the page of the great annal-book,
Open layed
The day's discoveries
Losses and victories
And the stark realities man tries evade
To only be to be faced some further day—
Scribed on some further page
Like memories regaled in our old age
That prick truth strange
Friends and enemies interchange
Love spreads wide its wings
Comforting
As we look on fragile things
Dreams and hearts shattered along the way
That seem now where the bitter walks of destiny
Trailing to an end befitting a life story
None may know, but me.
Life is so often very ordinary
with things to do, so that's mundane
but they just must be done
without them life wouldn't be the same
Shopping has to be done weekly
for them we couldn't eat
some food we like, others not
our tastes vary just like our feet
Sometimes we've got responsibilities
to support loved ones at home
they need medicine or special drinks
or even just to recite a poem
Our vehicles need to be checked upon
so we can drive them every day
fill up with fuel for a journey
keep them clean and tidy on the way
There's so much to be done
we need to be healthy and so fit
then these mundane things of life
are done and so we don't quit
I gaze into the horizon, where virility, dreams, and hair attenuate on life's road
Cool and quiet awareness came.
Through scattered dreams now all but unknown.
On the mercurial sunset of a love never to be owned.
Out of smiles and tears rendered on every earth tone.
And still you rejoiced...
Is not everyone on life's road but a teacher?
The new dawn not yours to surrender to once again?
And the journey inward not where true existence begins?
The warp and the weft, repeating the beat
The weave of the ware of the fabric of life
What's looming? What's left? What pattern repeats
In this tapestry seems to be sweetness or strife
Shuttling between them's emotional whiplash
A journey in learning the middle is midrash
Extremes between seams can leave something coarse
The coin of the realm, from barter to bourse
The subtleties woven and worn of whole cloth
Become torn and tattered when the weaver is wroth
Weaving's deceiving if not done in good faith
Leaving a tale more frail than the wraith
But if the tapestry woven is living with care
Not mediocre but choosing what's apt
The tale leaves a pattern not tattered or bare
And a story that's left the reader enrapt
Written: July 30th 2026 for a contest sponsored by Craig Cornish
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A single leaf across the hollow park—
unfolds its mesh to catch the shifting draft.
It glints above the stump’s decaying bark,
a fragile speck against the wooden shaft.
Through dappled light it rides the mossy air,
a quiet pilgrim seeking gentle ground.
It turns in circles, weightless, free of care,
and heeds no law the solemn trunks have found.
Yet now it falls, as all things must descend;
the forest waits to claim its fragile grace.
Its journey wanes, but still the boughs extend
a soft embrace to mark its resting place.
So brief a flight, yet through its downward wind,
The woods grow deep with truth it leaves behind.
Thy curve hath taught
the rosewood how to sing
and my fingers
long roughened by cedar
grow gentle upon thy hips
returning unto the edge of thy ebony
Through forty harvests
rain hath polished
snow hath kept
the sun made sweet the grain
Lo, the wood thrush calleth
from the bough
where once this timber
drank the morning
Thrice I say unto thee
I love thee—
And another ring
God closeth
in the heartwood
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Being human
Encountering others on life's journey
Instinctively knowing when someone else is hurting
Never giving up, and leaning on God
Going forward, even through the pain