Vita Poems - Poems about Vita

One life, one tiny light to shine in our allotted hour a single strutting chance upon the stage a single line writ large upon the page, a chance to love, to live, to give and what is more, one entrance and one exit, no encore...

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They nagged him till he'd had enough. His one remaining joy was snuff. Beyond the post that ends his race he has found a better place. This is no time to joke or laugh but to write his epitaph. Art is long but life is short. I lack the time to more report. Short and snappy were his days, short therefore to him my...

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Poets see verse in every moment beauty with every look Pain for every step misplaced scars that words prebook Poets see light within the darkness music in the dread Hope when wishes cross the line —life to those once dead (Dreamsleep: April, 2023)...

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Goodbye does not only mean to part It may also mean a brand new start Leaving behind the bitter memories of yesterday For a new world had come to stay The wave of goodbye may be bitter For not all things stay forever But the cuddle of welcome is sweet And the best of things awaits February...

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Life of the holy man, sequestered, unnatural A fancy hat atop his red gown for his alleluia… Down on the lowly branches lands a red bird On natural wild wings he sings a mating woo Loved for his striking feathers, he’ll fare well Colors of precious blood, make him a mystic Earning him spiritual powers so pagan-native… Vying hardest is that...

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Many winds are against you And they do not need to make a noise; You can readily see it through, You may not need to make a choice. Just pack your things and abscond Once the winds become so cruel; You do not need to fight the furious winds That attack you from every direction. For...

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Life always danger, always adrift, by a thread... but never shipwrecked... !...

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i know i will live beyond these weird moments but I was cleaning the attic after the furious wind when I found and caressed your crumpled photo thought I was gradually forgetting you the drunken cars and the rising sun on that beach that won't come back funny that this is the same wind that took the love that would save us... looks...

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She was, existed, amongst other women, for love’s sake When my eye caught her sight, my spirits left This corpse of mine: soul theft My remains, were shaking, trembling: earthquake My soul looked down upon my flesh quite rotten My hand begged for support from a wall Beatrice the loveliest of all Somewhat cruel. She laughed, at my meat forgotten Then...

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Sweet life, dolce vita it's filled with dreams, cause bitter is the reality ......

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La Dolce Vita  Part One  How sweet life is, indeed! The air we breathe, our nightly rest. Think back about your very first steps. You played games outdoors with your nose not stuck to a screen. You romped in the woods ever so merrily. Days of conviviality with no fear. Just endless days and nights with parents and friends, we held so very dear. Life was just beginning...

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Living musicians compose Dead musicians decompose The title is Latin for: 'Art is long; life is short'...

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If all there is… —is all there is (then) All you can do… —is all you can do (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) Listening to James Ladyman...

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True "FAKE" Story Of A Vita Man Junky (any resemblance between this poem, and living persons...iz purely coincidental.) Ruthlessly abuzz in my mind loosed another idea for a poem asper (wren) this wordsmith first awoke as if this burr bull ling gray matter of mine cur rage Hesse lee ...

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Admiring the finest gleaming gems of femininity I feel it in my polygamous heart Let thy lovers bath in the finest lather and salts Cleanse your minds to be at peace Like the finest roses that no longer sigh A stricken swain by voluptuous beauty and grace Consumed by this other worldly atmosphere The flames of my divine of electrifying inamoratas Their eyes...

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