Way Of Life Poems - Poems about Way Of Life

Snooze of peace reigned on a collage of sacred impulse for serenity of shelter — bower-girthed and soul-inundated — but along the line, a stampede, peccant and harlotic, framed the sun....

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Drops. In clots they come, Jetting down festers of The mean clouds that soar even higher. Down here, the feet of the soil are mere clod. Furnace rules upon the face of the waves, Brewed and distilled from faceless chimneys. The farmer’s rain is abroad. Drought yawns with anger among the choir of Desolate rainclouds. Skeletal drops. Measured in fingertips, They drip wastefully on the teeth of...

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Love can be like sale, it comes in many types, like sight and might. Might you like some love, love that is found in words. Words of joy and of love, that make you have chills down your spine. Love that warms your heart, making your blood warm just with the thought. Love that you...

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I felt kinship with alone ~until alone was no longer optional....

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milk, eggs, shellfish three common allergies I know a family who lost a two-year-old son to milk almonds, walnuts, peanuts, wheat and soybeans five more common allergies if you open a peanut butter jar, it can be deadly to some my nemesis is hazelnut after consuming, my throat closes up I am wheezing and can barely breathe, needing my inhaler English walnuts are a...

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Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight. Laughter can completely reset our composure. Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states. Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor. Laughter can completely reset our composure. Acute giggles often cause worthy tummy bunched aches. Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor....

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Contemplating life after listening to the radio late at night... a found poem Do you suppose thunder island is in the middle of fire lake? (I can still hear your voice from across the bay) Which of us made the first mistake? I have no time left now to go searching for maybes without answers. (I did not find those wings or...

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If my life were to fly? Then can find a lover, the soul just flies, two is one, be us No partner, no mate, no open gate from my life, just a life The rusty key is lost. Can’t open. No lock. You. Loved off My life was to fly, to your crown, my age. Dry wreath dry I loved...

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Why do some believe it’ll get better while others are sure it’ll get worse Why do some take wild chances while others sit out the big dances Why do some sock...

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Trouble created by People Solve by People Diseases created by People Cured by People Then they become boastful. Know what You're made for So; you don't Settle for What you're prey to or for. Every breath is a blessing Every air lesson As you inhale and exhale You realize the value of breath If you don't know What you were made for You'll settle and...

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The water I see seems to be a mirage. Facts and fancies, like chameleons, camouflage. Abysses seem shallow when they are measured. Within wombs of tombs, riches are treasured. Sketches that look like walls, in truth, are poles. Hurdles hold their heads high to wreck the goals. Beasts that dine on guavas aren't crows but bats. I cut short my tours, confronting...

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Conflagrations of Contemplation Elemental exaltations for refined explanations Permeatations of conflagrations that seek to define progressive nations Illuminations of consecrations that have me seeking contemplation Acclimatisation toward configurations that have been building a new space station Fusions of finite resources to be plundering Contusions of insight and sources to be pondering Infusions of delight without remorse to...

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Life’s a ladder swaying high. Dice are spinning wild, across the sky. Some rolls lift me to the sun. Others drop me, the snake has won. Still I climb, to what fate may bend— I’ll play this game until the end. Ladders rise and snakes descend. Turn the board and toss again. Every throw’s a twist of chance, rise or fall in fortune’s dance. To...

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Across the chasm, wide and vast A silent bridge connects the past. Its stones are words, its mortar thought A path to truths we’ve often sought. To cross it takes no strength or speed But faith in what the soul does need. A bridge unseen, yet always there A link between despair and care. ...

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The circle turns, its edges smooth A line that holds, yet... a line that soothes. Its center still, its purpose clear A timeless truth that gently... draws us near. For to walk the circle is to see The Self as part of infinity. Its path unbroken, round and true It holds the many, yet... speaks...

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