Life Theory Poems | Examples
These Life Theory poems are examples of Theory poems about Life. These are the best examples of Theory Life poems written by international poets.
Spectator Game Theory
I Often Would Rather See
A Blow-Out Over A
Squeaker...
The Good Kind Is
So Hard On My Nerves...
Either Way.
-Gray Squirrel
05-30-2025
Life is hard
Then you die
or so they say
I say
It gets easier
the harder you try
Blue is seen as a colour of sorrow,
Like artist’s hearts when the criticism hollow,
I used to see the colour blue that way too,
But then I gained a new thought, one that sticks like glue.
Blue is usually infectious and dark,
Like when somebody cries it fills your heart,
With the sadness and pain they have felt and now shared,
And suddenly your life seems in despair,
But I no longer see the colour blue that way,
Because a bright shining blue scares away the grey,
Because I know that when it starts to darken and rain,
Blue will come by and take away the pain.
Now others may see blue as a negative colour,
But to me blue is as amazing as the nicest summer,
And this blue is not a colour but a person I know,
Whose looks and personality are as beautiful as snow.
So whenever I look sense a rain cloud at bay,
I know I can calm and not be afraid,
Because soon will come the colour Blue,
Who’s kindness and care makes my hearts love true.
Quantum Theory
The Only Magic
In this World
Really Exists.
-Gray Squirrel
08-06-2024
You will learn life more
On street people than books
In soft or hard way.
Leary of those who are cheery? ~
Your life is probably dreary
I remain, he surmised, the possibility of outcomes,
I am, he collected, but particles upon their way
like a snowstorm towards a windscreen, I wait to
be a final measurement, and yet, to all miscreants
in need of harmonious affairs, as Prometheus upon
his rock, as Nicorates in his right hemisphere of my
ever-seeing, I, the incumbent of waves gliding through
plasmas, he trifled, am never at rest in my somewheres.
I’ve just moved
to the next screen
after another dollar
and I’m a hero
a man looks
over my shoulder
he slurs his speech
he falls down
the front steps
and takes a swing
at the person
who helps him
to the apartment
across the street
where he lives
for his convenience
after his fifth DUI
(he says he has
a house somewhere
and a mail order bride)
another gulps
a twenty-four ounce beer
and says the other
is as good as gold
when he isn’t drunk
and the bartender says
his tab pays the light bill
but sitting at the screen
I match
numbers and colors
in patterns
clear the screen
as if a world
collapses
making way
for another
and I can live
another life
if I chose
another game
I can be anything
and a lady hugs
another patron
and is gone
before he can
respond
while neon lights
tint a window
red and blue
First we had ‘Pennies from Heaven’
Then it was the ‘March of Dimes’
Now the Tooth Fairy leaves five dollars
Inflation improves life over time
The Life Bringer or The Big Bang
Theory Explained
Seven plus seven=chodan
Six plus eight=chodan
Five plus nine=chodan
Four plus ten=chodan
Three plus eleven=chodan
Two plus twelve=chodan
One plus thirteen=chodan.
Now what we got seven times chodan.It means seven shots or saat phayray in Hinduism. Actually the big bang is g-ng bang and hidayat is sain tich krich vich.
Are we clear?
Yes Sir,
Good.
Saat Janam saat phayray
Aik tetar do batayray..
I think I shall never see
a difference in an organic tree
and a Win/Win communication string
restructuring through annual developmental time,
or an ecopolitical climate healthcare network
observed from outside
sacred health/wealth space.
Perhaps all examples
of a whole metabolic health optimizing system.
And,
if there be equitable differences
in-between polyphonic and polyvagal sensory systems,
one environmental and the other interior,
Perhaps also integral resemblances
between linear verbally cognized causes
with non-verbal felt effects
predict future co-arising non-surprises
In sometimes ever widening
deep listening
win/win ego/eco-health care
co-arising green cooperative new deal systems
EcoFeminist life multiculturing
nonviolent communication networks
for restorative justice
through polycultural community mediation,
Perhaps calling for analogous skill sets
for analysis
through integral permaculture design
with non-zero zone Whole EarthSystemic
resonant co-empathic therapeutic experiences
on the Right
and resilient cooperative wealth
win/win investment
on our Left
Of one whole metabolic health optimizing
value system.
C R T- new theory now embraced;
demands set forth by those defined as woke-
dividing races in a way disgraced.
Most people feel this theory is a joke!
This avenue will set us back for sure;
erase the gains we've made for racial peace-
negating Martin Luther King's allure
in claiming unity's the centerpiece.
Now white supremacy- a label made
to punish those for sins of long ago;
erasing history- and now be swayed
to live life on a feigned guilty plateau.
The comforts of Democracy- now wane
with acts of violence that rise each day;
no price to pay- the guilty move again-
reak havoc with no mandates to obey.
Racial unity brought equality-
each race or color got an equal chance.
Now, equity defines disparity-
supports unequally divided stance.
A country, split- appears to be the goal
our leaders, press, and big tech now push for.
Democracy- their foe against control;
most fear a Marxist future they explore.
June 21, 2021
~3rd Place~
Contest: Critical Race Theory
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Judged: 07/21/2021
In the beginning there was a "Big Bang"
God spoke and the universe ring
Everything in the universe sing hail to the King
He said Light Be, light was and light is and always will be seen
Light and sound was heard as the universe expand on demand
All of life compresses into a single molecule
Explosion that never stop fractures matter
into galaxies, planetary systems setting to embrace eternal life
Breathing a new system of life
Through His sacrifice who paid the price
for human life.
Yes there was a big bang which still rings
the universe still sings out it's sound
nature sounds bringing new life through His sacrifice
It is Christ divine replacing embracing removing
all traces of negative places
a path that will last through eternity
What a big bang that sounds let freedom ring.
We pray to the honor tree in hopes we will gain some of its beauty, the gaunt and shaking world tends to aurify is edges.
We see his amort body a relic, sad for once a bel esprit.
We refuse to perceive the wrapped hands satisfying the longing of defenseless ankles.
We sojourn under the care of a corpulent manager, an egregious screecher, for his burdly lips a tunnel.
We ignore a clangor, he could foresee it would bring a caterwall springing through the fields of a rotting Seattle.
We are ebullient about the war we sense to come, for the coarse sleep in waiting is less than ideal.
We daren't condone his actions for we know he is capable of both it, and of less, and of better.
if you listen to the raven sing
you hear the rise and fall of everything
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