Short Life Style Poems
Short Life Style Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Life Style by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Life Style by length and keyword.
Sand castles fragile
Sea breeze hitting continuous.
Hostile environ
always confronting my life style.
you don't find treasure
lying on the sand
it is found buried
beneath the sand
so are the opportunities
of life
you must dig to find
what opportunity fits
your life style
and expectations
No place to call a home,
never putting down roots.
Navigating the world,
not knowing where or when.
Novel way to live life,
namely gypsy life-style.
Not the life I would choose.
4/29/17
a Pleaides
Populous grand malls
Clamor of vying hawkers
Metros, flyovers, clubs and parks
Quickened life style and
Sophisticated culture
Fascinate the dream city.
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One needs to represent
And fly their colors true
One needs to be tough
And have what it takes
One needs to deal & sell
Meth, crack, heroin, coke
One needs to be
Heartless, ruthless
& have a holier then thou attitude
The gang life style
Is far from pretty
And no way to live
(Dedicated to Mrs. Regena Abercrombie)
Although, I am wasn't Exactly, a life-style Changer
Did I ride, shot-gun like O.J. in a Speeding ranger
On the brink of SUICIDE, putting My life in danger
After being adorned like the Babe Christ, in a manger
When you REPEATEDLY warned Me, Not To Be A Stranger
The old clogs
Retreating
From outdoor
To be worn
Only
In a bathroom
Make a loud nouse
As though crying
At the shoes' revolution
Of the young generation
Sometimes a clumsy old man resembles
The old clogs
Grumbling loudly and helplessly
At the young generation
For any differences
In life style or ideology
Being gay must be from God
my mother said
She is the CEO of her church
And opinionated
She has come a long way in eighty-three years
And who says God is a man? She asked. God may be a woman.
Why do you say that about being gay? I queried.
Because no one would CHOOSE that life style, she replied.
It is way too HARD.
I keep my remote distance:
controlling volume,
sweep of channels--
omnipotence in the palm of my hand.
Of course we know
in our hearts
this is foolish--
the entire exercise
or lack of;
the sediment life style
or lack of;
death in an easy chair--
too easy to die,
far too soft
and cushy
to take shape
and usefully live....
Disappointment my ointment for all your high hopes. These slopes of constant, let downs. My, failure constant . My , sins ,my sorrows, my vage tommorows. Reflecting shadows full of doubt. You , say the fault is mine, let's rewind to the expectations you once placed. Fault is mine, but i was taught by you. Rehab to my life style developed by you.
Always good. Feel the old mind. Home. Mine
Lived. Past. Living. Memory. I enjoy. That’s why
You can’t. Can’t. Understand. This life. Night kind
Daytime. Day is night. Nighttime. Night is dark. Light
Budapest is life. Mine. Like. Yes. My London like
I love Budapest. Always a style. Enjoyed feel like
Budapest day
Budapest night
Real
Pure
Life
We live a good life, there’s no guile--
Life of twosome stranded on isle.
She said with a strange spout
That showed there was some doubt,
What was amiss, just that damned style,
Reality that reigns,
Mankind’s the kind that feigns,
And yet, life has such clout,
Bare few opt to get out,
Life with her wiles winked t’me with smile.
_____________________________
Limerick |02.11.2024|humour, life, style
It is morning and noon,
Sun rise and night moon,
Rich daughter will be soon.
She has many clothes for wearing,
Get bored time of bathing,
In the room just wondering.
Happy smile to be sharing,
See them and just dividing,
If mommy shout just looking.
Stay and live with few,
Many of them are new,
Relatives know how to sew.
She is proud when are near,
Become worse if they dissapear,
Very polite if has fear.
I came to faith at forty-eight,
a mid-life crisis within my mind,
step-by-step a staircase I climbed,
'til I left my old life behind;
Off the fence I slithered down,
upon my brow,doubt bears no frown,
each question answered,verified,
no blind faith this,with no place to hide;
Reasoned,studied and empirical
a life-style relevant and optical,
by revelation,face to face,
I stand here still,saved by grace.
FIRS POSTED 2010
It is only a quaurter to six
Again she is back out the door
Her emotions now in a mix
The world around her obscure
If not tapping she then ticks
As shes in need of much more
Along the way turning a few tricks
But of that l am not quite so sure
How ever it is one gets their kicks
It is always the same as before
As in need of another quick fix
Again she has now gone to score
Taken from 2014 poem her life style...
each of us has a different life style which makes many life tiles. a life tile is a picture or a pice of
our life we leave behind. it is how other people see us in there mind.every day of our life new
tiles are made.some i will keep others i wood love to trade.after we die are life tiles will be seen
forever by others.are you happy with your life tiles is it a picture you want the world to see. BY
CRAIG SCHABER COPY RIGHTH 2010
Form:
When I die
Cut open my brain
To see
How I died
And how I lived
Check out its size and shape
To see what direction
I was going in
And what direction
I was coming from.
Check out its color and its intensity
To see the mood
I was in
And the mood of
Those around me
Check out its weight
To see if my diet
exercise
and life style
Were finally working
And finally
Check out
That all its parts
Were there
In their correct size places.
Call my name from the fog
Look at my reflection
Through the looking glass
And watch myself degrade.
Hit the lights
I can't bear to see
It burns my soul
for eternity
The pause button is frozen
Life is my sacrifice
The play button is broken
fast forward to my demise.
Catch a smile
savour it for a while
Melancholy is a life style
you're not worthwhile, bottom of the pile.
Dominate your stance
Steal a glance
out of your trance
Fragment this dance.
Form:
I came to faith at forty-eight,
a mid-life crisis within my mind,
step-by-step a staircase I climbed,
'til I keft my old life behind;
Off the fence I slithered down,
upon my brow,doubt bears no frown,
each question answered,verified,
no blind faith this,with no place to hide;
Reasoned,studied and empirical
a life-style relevant and opical,
by revelation,face to face,
I stand here still,saved by grace.
The proof of election,is mine
In Christ too,it can be thine.
Everyday new products hit the market
Technology advances at warp speed
This only leads to more discoveries
Of new conveniences to meet our needs
If you give some thought, to the “good old days”
You might question if they were good at all
Without today’s modern conveniences
Your life style you would soon appall
This easy life is taken for granted
And it’ll get easier, you can bet
As regards these modern conveniences
“YOU AIN’T SEEN NOTHING YET”
“Exit oh hermit, dark pathways of sin ~
The light of a thousand suns shines within”
~ quote by poet
We strive and spar, without knowing who we are
and twirled by thoughts, we’ve drifted afar,
whilst if we pause for a while
free from ego’s guile,
like yonder
star
and ponder
upon our life style,
though we’ve trudged many a mile,
enslaved by mind, soul’s blackened like tar.
We strive and spar, without knowing who we are.
19-January-2023
My sweet tarantula was a complicated lady
She loved a small hunting spider chigoe chigger Freddie
This was not at all a spider life style
"You must be a cougar once in a while "
Tara listened her face glistened " papa food is ready"
Tara my sweet Tarantula/Limerick/humor-nonsense-fun
© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 21 November 2014
I always will be respectfully at all times that the kind of life style I live.
I live my life to be the best person I have became to do most of all the things I have to do that the only way I will make a wonderful life God has gave me to live a very happy, joyful peaceful, loveable big heart in giving what I have to help other because God have bless me to see another day.
I thank God each and every day I open my eyes while laying right there in bed giving God all thankfulness of my life.
The world is changing for the better
Waiting for a great time to strike rich
We don't wait for the hostile to crashed
We get out before then
A hostile environment is pity harsh
The transistion of human life is vanishing
Our world became hostile
People don't act the same
What was the changes?
A poor life style
People are struggling
Do not think the same
Less smile more pouting
Not appropriate for this life or another
We reach out but no one hears
Everyone deaf and blind
Amen