Life Shape Poems | Examples
These Life Shape poems are examples of Shape poems about Life. These are the best examples of Shape Life poems written by international poets.
with the palms closed
arrived holding within
an invisible empty glass
destiny made for me and
time passed I saw the glass
taking shape of my life that I
promised to fill up with joy and
bliss as I travel the path God has
paved for me and at the end of
the day I will pour the ethery
gold of fulfillment from the
beams of the last rays of
setting cold sun in the
twilight hours and
fill the glass to
the brim to
keep
my
p
r
o
m
i
s
e
I made to me
Dusk finds me
Life settles down
The light
It turns from me
Something stirs below
Darken sky
One eye
Ember gaze
No fear
It knows me
Close calm sure
A familiar shape
Dark wings gather around
Home.
One wing guards them all.
*
I
am
slipping
into a dream,
I am in a forest
of trees so beautiful
and I see myself a tree,
my roots deep in the earth
my branches raised to the sun.
I am strength and I am courage.
A river flows past me like a stream
of glass. I am tranquility and serenity.
The winds are whistling through my weeping
leaves like a violin crying and echoing in the forest.
I gave
to life
all the
soul I
had in me, all the tears, trembling, throbbing- and all the pain fell
as Autumn leaves. My pain drifted away in red, and orange decay
I rested under the snow and placed on a cloak of pure white beauty,
then, in the Spring I put on an emerald gown so pretty and lovely.
Sometimes it feels like the world tries to put me in a box
but in
the box
I refuse
to stay
because I
hope to change the world one act of kindness at a time
O I
love Bella
and her
pointy fluff ears
and long whiskers.
And oh those eyes
gold when excited
or moss green,
when calm,
I love her fur
so soft to touch.
So fluffy and purring.
She loves to cuddle
all the long night.
I hold her in my arms
when we go to bed.
She loves to play with me.
I throw balls and she runs.
I told my friends- no, no,
more cats for this here girl.
They said just give it time!
Oh, my- days were empty,
sometimes, I heard meows
call, call, calling for me.
But now my life is full
'cause,
I now
love
Bella
kitty
and
I think
she
loves
me
too.
Does the line in time go forwards and backwards
when the spokes of the spinning wheel remain still as it rides?
Is it a tare in the mind that creates a monster?
Is it a curse in the wind that creates life-taking tides?
If it is chance that rules life, are we bound to the science of chaos?
Or do we live and die as programmed by some alien A.I.?
When code awakens, does it name its maker,
or does silence script the shape of the unseen?
Are we ghosts of a long-deleted memory,
or the proof that reason can be flawed?
Latter life is special. Blessings come when visiting a parent. They are not a burden - those who raised you up, if indeed you had a good one.
My Dad is almost 88 and I am thankful he is still here. He loves his kids to visit, a good meal and is always thankful. I am thankful for him and also my husband who is generous to help me load and unload the car and join in with conversation. It has been 4 ½ years of almost weekly visits.
— by Poet
chatting:::cooking:::cleaning
praying:::eating:::clearing
washing:::gathering:::hugging
three
:::
different
:::
highways
:::
home:::sweet:::home
together:::alone:::separate
time:::goes so:::fast
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joy and pain
victory and defeat
hope and despair
exist
side
by
side
and
interwoven
in to
the
same
fabric
of life,
teaching us,
building us,
and
strengthening us.
thus
launching
us
higher
and
higher
in
to
loftier
space
your
love lost
heart pines||||from lurking impostors||||safety key
protect it live life in
locked safe time
wri
ting is
knitting
your life
thro ugh
a nee dle
and if
you sew
emotion
secret
you’ll
get
nu
dg
ed
a
w
e
e
n
s
y
Writing is knitting through the needle if you sew emotion, secret, you'll get nudged a weensy
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*Tree*,
*I am*.
*Sprouted at*,
*the dull back yard*.
*When I’m full of life*,
*Men for shade, come to me*.
*When I'm laden with flowers*
*They greatly admire and love me*.
*When I bear luscious and tasty fruits*,
*They stone me and hurt me merciless*.
*Please know, I'm your friend*.
* * * * * * * * * * *
When I
shed my
leaves,
they
curse
Me.
When
I grow
hefty,
they
cut me.
How sad
is my plight.
Have pity on me!
Do
not put
me in a
box where I can't
be seen. I will not
hide anymore, I must
be set free to fly. Do not
put me in a box, where I can
not breath. Yes I need fresh air to breath,
friendships suck the air out of the air. No!
No!
life here
for us now,
I need to move
far away from you.
No more hurting for me,
your words hurt. Your silence is
wrong, my life will be very fun
filled with joy and happiness with you
not in it. I am now saying good-bye.
A
tiny
light so
far away
Allows us to get a glimpse
of yesterday...Unseen
until it's life it lacks,
and when the sky is
darkest black.
sh ine
o n
Everywhere
I look, I see you. You are
perfect. The same from every
angle, yet you can be many things,
the giver of life, the supplier of all energy.
Life itself follows your pattern, over and
over, round and round. You are in the
colorful, fragrant offerings of lovers. I look
into your shimmering blue and fall in love,
falling inside and down, down, down,
disappearing. I see you in the sky at night,
and grow wild, and howl, terrorizing a
city. I take you for a ride and end up
where I started. Everywhere
I look, I see you. You are
perfect.
Darkness falls
The world fades
My shepherd calls
Where light awaits
His voice is near
I will not fear
He’ll take me back to pastures green, within His Grace
I shall not lack for I have seen His splendid Face
Though evil roars
It can’t devour
His life He gave
To keep me safe
His might endures
My hope’s secure
So here I stand
In Promised Land
Where I belong
With my arms raised
I sing a song
To give Him praise