Life Tritina Poems | Examples
These Life Tritina poems are examples of Tritina poems about Life. These are the best examples of Tritina Life poems written by international poets.
Watching true life murder mysteries
My uncle used to say, I remember,
People are no damned good!
Life is rough and seldom good,
filled with vagrant mysteries
and things we choose to not remember.
But at the end we will remember
pleasant things like a mother’s good,
And then we solve the greatest mysteries~
Mysteries are understood as we remember moments that are good.
May your life hold memories as treasures compiled.
I hope each day favors your smile with cause to show.
Remember, though grown, you remain my darling child.
Light will reconcile any darkness for you, dear child.
At times, troubles will rumble until firmly compiled.
Solutions as seeds will grow until they fully show.
Life is not a looped 'happy ending' show.
Be brave, strengthen faith and embrace joy, child.
A good life depends on beliefs compiled.
When beliefs are faith compiled, joy will show, sweet child.
She brings joy and delight with her infectious grace.
She’s our dream come true, with such a pretty face.
With her gorgeous smile she lights up the place.
She is always hurrying all over the place.
She giggles as she dances with such grace.
The sun shines brighter as I look at her sweet face.
So full of life, so spirited, with her happy little face.
Dress up clothes are strewn all over the place.
Amazing and vivacious that's our little girl Grace.
When born, all in the place admired baby Grace. Such a lovely face.
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The farm I loved, my ancient homeplace
A families love, God given grace
Though poor then, now those memories embrace
I learned to be somewhat independent, life embrace
So much to explore on that old homeplace
So lucky to be covered and blessed by God's grace
The whole family worked hard, filled with grace
There was plenty of food, nature I did embrace
That farm will always for me be my homeplace
Homeplace,
Grace
Embrace
Contest: September Challenge: Writing
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Date: September 12th 2026
Open up your lenses and see the magic
surrounding you. Colours are like the zest
to a lemon, like the sparkle of the eyes!
Colours give life zing and zest.
They are admired by widened awestruck eyes
as the soul absorbs the depth of their magic.
Flecks of colours complete the iris of the eyes.
In many ways, they complete creative magic
and are associated with each persons zest.
Colour's magic sparkles zest through the eyes of the beholder.
September is a season in between,
where nature is silently changing.
Where what is grown becomes a harvest.
Where stocks of corn invite a harvest,
with longer nights and shorter days between.
To reap the fields in a season changing.
September for farmers is a time of changing.
When fields are plowed after the harvest,
as they move from fields to silos in between.
September's changing between seasons brings a harvest.
Baby’s wail, crisp march dawn, sister Jay born,
a glowing treasure dawned that wondrous day,
since then our firm rapport has weathered storms
In depth, laughter, tears, how we faced wild storms,
sensing one and others needs truly born,
joint life journey, each true heaven scent day.
wry slant on sibling antics, close of day,
Jay bosom spar in sun, rain, wicked storms,
on recall, peak chapters in concert born
My homage born for each rapt day, Jay, you oust storms
In the center of the Moon
exists life, removed from sight,
until dawns its evolution.
Within Earth's organic evolution,
what exists on Earth as on the Moon?
Imagine the surreal sight!
From abstractive sight,
what ontogenetic evolution
is emerging on the Moon?
The Moon has, in Earth's sight, an alien evolution.
Yesterday a world black in satin sky,
Painted patterns upon of dappled light,
Whilst I enjoyed sonorous breathing waves.
My ocean soul reclaiming crunching waves,
A smile clings to the pure warmth of the sky,
Whilst roots reach to the sprinkle rays of light.
Birdsong, through their faint, meek, percussion light,
Truce existence spills fresh acoustic waves.
My threads of light reflect the twilight sky.
Sky's silence in waves alive in His light.
11/10/2023
"Grief is the price we pay for love."
Queen Elizabeth II
In my life I have seen too much of death,
been a prisoner to endless dark grief;
though I have also known sweet love.
And to my broken heart I hold that love,
nothing can break that bond not even death;
often, there are weep, weeping tears of grief.
I am afraid to let go of my grief,
if I let go . . . I may forget the love.
Do the dead adore me in death ?
Death and grief working as one to steal love.
In the game of fate, where victories are won.
There is a line between win and loss,
As the memories remain forever.
For in each win, a seed of loss may grow forever,
For in each loss, potential for success may show as won,
The future shadow of fate may lurk as win or loss.
In our daily stride, we find the dance of win and loss,
Balancing on tightrope, where fate decides forever,
Life keeps on going, no matter who lost or who won.
Keep faith, savor moments you won, be optimistic about your loss, and be a winner in life forever.
Life is strong and fragile. It’s a paradox… it’s both things, like quantum physics: It’s a particle and a wave at the same time. It all exists all together. —Joan Jett
Connotations of Life
Night birds and daydreams in Edenic oak tree.
The salty tongue and lullabye of beachy blue sea.
Rumination of childhood ‘neath honeysuckle sun.
Red, raw, fulgent, overcome by the heft of the sun.
The fruitless and barren virtuosity of Adam’s tree.
Catacombs and sawlike teeth squatting in the sea.
The thrill of tides, embraced by the bosom of the sea.
Flickering flame or blinding heat tempered by the sun.
Sanity climbing the boughs or crepitant branches of tree.
O tree keep me above uncanny sea; soothe me with the sun.
Who wouldn't want to live like Barbie?
Each moment in that golden hour world
is made up of such secure pink plastic;
Walking on heels and breaking plastic
means nothing to a girl as fly as Barbie;
She's breezy in her chameleon world;
Nothing goes awry in this pristine world,
days roll on but they are just plastic;
Without bona fide you feel for Barbie;
A mundane life of Barbie World plastic.
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown" - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I walk the shore alone beside your voice
How alive it seems, chiming with the wind
Its chant as ancient as the sea
Here, the cliff where we first saw the sea
Here you proposed with a shake in your voice
My whispered 'Yes' snatched by the willful wind
Your last wish: your ashes, set free on the wind
The waves break sadly, forlorn from the sea
As I turn to the pull of yesterday's voice
Your voice on the wind lures me to the sea
10/18/22
Past Memories, 'T' Form contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Form: Tritina
Magical winter and truly prodigious place of grace.
Pleasant poetic pleasure with a trace of lace.
Youthful eidetic memories chasing snow-white flakes.
Children engage in its white undisturbed lace.
Tats lace patterns on windows, charismatic in its grace.
Frost, ice, and snow stir to life in rhythmic music decorative flakes.
Winters kiss, a bitter frigid wind, and occasional flakes.
Obliging artistic talent, pride, and grace.
Seductive, picturesque heaven, sculpted pristine lace.
Absent from winters white lace flakes, to crackling warm fires grace.
2/22/2019
Poetry Contest: A Tritina For Messina
Sponsored by: Charles Messina