Life Cycle Poems - Poems about Life Cycle

The last petal - the last grace

As the Autumn falls
The jays sing
A melody -a tale the old wives would sing 
While the sun fills the sky dripping
With gold as honey to the brim
I catch sight from my window 
Vines and creepyard twirling around the window sill
As if they sing 
A song as sweet as demise or 
If it were the angels

Cycle Of Existence

A painting on my easel…
a portrait of ultimate truth.
at twilight, the setting sun glimmering
onto the sapphire waves of the ocean,
the gossamer light
of the melting rays shimmering,
on the dock, gray and cracked!
at dawn, the sun will bring back the warmth,
for all creatures to rise and soar!

Life is a cycle,
a wheel of existence!
Birth, Youth, Death -
an eternal

Dead of Fall

Dead of Fall

In gathering storm clouds, Fall whispers its dread, 
Cold tendrils coil, as life's colors shed. 
Once vibrant hues, now wilt and fade, 
As darkness creeps in, a cold, silent grave.

The trees shudder from a galloping wail, 
As the shadows of death ride upon the gale.
Leaves descending, mourner’s tears in the night, 
Darkening skies,

LIFE CYCLE

LIFE CYCLE

The leaf looked up to see all its brothers and sisters waving in the late summer breeze. From low hanging branches to those touching the sky, all were green, but with a hint of autumnal gold. It knew that soon they must fall and carpet the ground - there to wish their acorn cousins

Life Cycle

Time moves on

There is change

Better or worse

Just never the same


Our hearts adjust

Our souls accept

Our spirit copes

Our memory never forgets

The Memory of Rain

I like the smell of rain 
That permeates my nose 
a little time before  miraculously fat drops 
start falling on my head .
They bring a joyful feeling that I can not explain.
 those clouds have traveled for so long I suppose,
They come from faraway .

They carry laughs , tears, flavors that slide on our

My River

I am sitting by the bank of the river,
reflecting what my reflections in the water mean to me,
the calm and serenity of the eddies and waves,
sends my thoughts in the endless tranquility.

The images of my childhood play before my eyes,
jumping and playing in the water was a sheer joy,
Buffaloes and cows would come near us,
the

Nesting Life Cycle

As I settled down, I sowed the seeds of love in my children.
My inner urge grew with them, separating our lids.
On passion, empathy, and respect, a delightful interlude 
I appreciated them throughout their youth.

My hard work was rewarded, and I'm overjoyed.
It felt more valuable than what I had knighted.
Everyone is raising children in their own

Shambhu

(For you're the unknown, I'm unknown too)
I was dancing before
And I'm dancing now
I'll dance with you in every turn
When they become me
And I become you
You'll be me again and again
For my quest to be sworn.

My taal will search for you
Inside me and inside them
Like in a dazed state
Where everything is bleak
And you shine the brightest
To

Taxi Driver

Taxi driver,
You don't know who you do it for
Every day, in and out
The eloping couple, 
The rushing artist,
The drunken businessmen,
Strangers who might've once been friends in a past life,
Now bound by the bustling busyness of our modern-day
To take a few deep breaths in the shabby backseat of your taxi
To think of their failing marriage
Or their

New Life Cycle

 The old barn
condemned;
fresh wood
for creative juices;
carved and whittled into
the most refined
picture frames,
you’ve ever
ever imagined
to don
a fine portrait...
condemned
to a new life.

Life Cycle

 Life is truly a blessing that we must carry on, 
even though it weighs more than it should at times, 
because life is a cycle that goes in circle 

The Arc of Being

Open now your mindful murmured undertones,
Your whispered washing watery whisking words,
Your sensitive sensory sensual sentient moonstones,
Your rippling roving river rapid songbirds.

Open now your stargaze spectral drifting dreams,
Your view of the darkest soundless vacuum space, 
Your fleeting teleport outside of space-time streams,
Your clearest atoms, the first angels with no trace. 

Open now your earliest breaths from

The Life Cycle

Mute and fastidious enlivening womb,
Blood red zygote is tied in a strange bloom.
Umbilical strands, mysterious quagmire.
Once undetectable vitality is now seed hire. 

Wrapped in the space of a narrow room.
Elusive shelter from the entire doom.
Antepartum life, nourishing advertently,
Swiftly evolving forms and lines reliantly.

Enclose the embryonic kid with affection.
For a while, surely keep it safe till inception.
Right to

Meaningless Rhymes-2

A clever horse grazes grass before the dawn phases,
out in the open field, a man gazes,
and amuses as destruction causes.

Due to a river changing courses,
Due to the man's travesty of resources.

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