Life poetry 

920 creative works found

• IF
  by InfinityRain

  IF / Rain / September 08th 2005 If I were you and you were me / Would we be the same us that others see? If eagles were buzzards an…

  IF / Rain / September 08th 2005 If I were you and you were me / Would we be the same us that others see? If eagles were buzzards and buzzards were eagles / Would the eagle disgust, while the buzzard soared high? If You were the cover and I was the book / Would you know what was written on it’s pages? If the sun were rain and rain was the sun / Would we then jump in great big sun-puddles? And if I was your heart and you were my eyes / Would you cry every time it’s been broken? This may seem like jumbled up nonsense to you / But would it be that odd? Could it be so strange? / If you thought with your soul and drifted on dreams / And wisdom came in a cereal box?!?

• I Shot a Wombat
  by Pilgrim

  He sat still, willing the end / A single shot (I am pleased I had practiced)

  Poem about life, god, cruelty

• Tree Of Life
  by transmute

  It is with regret I carry an axe in my hand

  Vote Green this Saturday

• Mountain Mists
  by adgray

  Take a steep track to the top of the world where the Kosciusko moon is near

  I dream of living up there / the peace the freedom the challenge the reality of living / This is as close as I’ve gotten / Put my ashes in a simple wooden box and have a mountain man toss me from the top at full gallop! / - and I will rest easy for all eternity / ♥ I wrote this as an ekphrasis of how I felt / having seen “the Man From Snowy River Arena Spectacular” (2001) / I know I have always felt an affinity with the mountains of our Victorian High Country ♥

• Earth and Wind, Sun and Ice
  by Mary Campbell

  To be one with earth and wind, / sun and ice

  Life Autumns Gold is about life too.. man and nature as one..

• Don't Look Down!
  by JenniferB

  How high is high enough / and how far is far enough…

  The only limitations we set, are the lowest expectations that we place on ourselves… Notice I didn’t look down or mention floors? ;-) Don’t look down… Strangely enough, this soft, thought on awakening this morning, was inspired by the following, wonderfully written words: Facing the wall, I tap away at the keys; feeding the illusion created by the machines. With another turn of phrase, I swirl the confusion. Spinning the vortex ever faster, wondering if a slave eventually rises to be a master… he has an incredible way of making the mundane sound mindlessly mysterious… :-)

• The Way I Live
  by JenniferB

  I speak / in songs / listen / in lyrics

  It’s just / the way / I live… loving / learning / to live / Life

• ~ Rejuvenate Your Soul ~
  by adgray

  Breathe in deep and feel the growth … heady with scent … / of fern … of mint … of mist … of earth / Inducing a cough to clear out impurity ...

  Again RB Art inspired poetry. / Peter’s art insisted I wrote these words / It is how I feel … how I think … when I look at this pure beauty / Please view his brilliant art and help to rejuvenate your soul! ♥ Enjoy! :O)

• A Seamless Affair
  by Melissa Vowell

  Something something. Who knows. I know it’s nothing special but it was in me

• ~ The Path ~
  by adgray

  Could we ride horses along this trail / smell the crush of new grass under hoof

  Another piece inspired by the awesome art I found here in redbubble. / I have belatedly, but thankfully come across the talent of Ms Francine Dufour Jones and her latest shot of On the Trail drew these words from me. I do so miss riding trails in the morning! Even walking! / Enjoy! :O) / Chookas! ♥

• Beautiful
  by reflector

  Chase the mystery, / Track it down / And beg it to surrender its secrets / In silence, you will find the answer…

  That ethereal and often intangible sense of something being incredible and nothing less than Beautiful. There is a photo-manipulation that was made using this poem as the inspiration to find an image that expressed these words in visual form. Then transform that image into something more visually abstract. It is called Chase The Mystery /

• Letting Go
  by Melissa Park

  Sleepless under a foreign sky, Not knowing, or really caring why - I wandered in the morning light, While the day was slowly wak…

  This was done as a collaboration with skilled photographer Artmonger – Administrator of Sarcastic Witticisms whom I would like to thank for his beautiful inspiring photograph. Letting Go

• "Fantasies of Death"
  by colorblind

  ...She can’t be bad… / ...shid… / I done see a lot of niggas…. / and even chicks for victim to Death / And she must be good / because I…

  I recently have been comparing Life and Death as women / And this is another piece i truly love / so here i share for you to read …enjoy!

• "Missing You..."
  by colorblind

  so now I’m missing me … / which is you / which is we / and can’t live because I’m not free / I’m a slave shackled to the floor of my mind …

  A piece I wrote to describe how i felt towards someone …. / Give me your critique on this piece….I feel ambivalent about it…..

• "Only God Can Judge Me"
  by colorblind

  “Only God Can Judge Me” / By: Demaries Isom People say “Only God Can Judge Me” / I find that to be funny / Because every time I log into …

  This piece was inspired by Shoaib / a fellow member here on the Bubble / I read his poem / God isn’t the only one who can judge you / and he got me to think on my perspective on this topic…. / well hope you like / and Shoaib thanks for posting your piece …..

• "She Unearths Me"
  by colorblind

  “She Unearths Me” She is someone that has done more than touch me … / She has dove into my soul / and caused a ripple effect / That …

• Soul of Ink
  by Jordan Busson

  i pour / my words / onto paper / spilling / my soul in black / and white / ink

  Written 7 May 2009.

• An Oberservant One
  by C J Lewis

  Then get caught on the stern / Riding in another’s boat / And fall into the mote of submission: / A trifling fault

  This poem was written from observing some of the experiences of my life.

• how long is a piece of hope?
  by Jordan Busson

  how long is a piece of hope? / we stretch ours between us / a thread to hold - / and it frays

  how long is a piece of hope? / 29 septmber 2009. add elucidate on: /

• Steering Your Own Ship
  by C J Lewis

  We are but what we think we are / We are but molecules of Life / Longing for existence / Bringing our own strife We are but what we dream…

• Goodbye Apathy
  by Fiona Christensen

  are we done yet

  The end of my school career has just come. really mixed emotions floating and swirling round my brain? / How and when did it come… really weird… our goal was unity… will we still be together when we go? i feel empty, but whole at the same time Featured In Vibration In Art & Verse – VAVOOM! / Young Enthusiasts

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  Laying Shadows to Rest
  by Quinn Blackburn

  Breaking through each sleeping layer of self I emerge from this dark night of the soul. Unfurling tendrils of thought, I feed upon the Light, swallowing whole Truths in a single gulp, stretching impossibly wide to take it all in, like Grandmother Toad drinking down the Moon in all Her full blown glory. Until, Light begins to shine through me… Bright beams of Truth kindling with my acceptance, revealing Wisdoms unguessed hidden within my depths, like priceless gems within the cave of my heart. But you would not see the Truth in me. Rejecting those beams of Light, just as I was stubbornly blind to the Darkness within you for so long. I was not ready to see your delusions, your jealousies, your selfish ways, your need to be lied to and led, oh so easily, down any path but one of your own choosing, or how you loved your Shadowself more than the bright flashes I once believed to be the true you; Once so close, in my mind’s eye, we might have shared the same shadow, you and I. Until the day came for me to lay my Shadow to rest. When you turned from my Day bright Truths in fear and anger, blaming me for all your unhappiness, all your fears come home to roost once more as your own children languished in the barren Night you had chosen… unable to thrive on the hollow Illusions that laden your table. Thrust into a bitter Winter where you blissfully remember only a Summer that never existed. Only then could I see you for what you really were, and embrace the Night and Day of my Self. In exchange for my loyalty, you gave me betrayal. In exchange for my love you gave me jealousy and anger. In exchange for a place in my family you treated us all like enemies. In exchange for each bright Truth I tried to give you, you gave me nothing except lies, dark nights to burden my soul, petty pity-me tantrums, and sugar spun dreams because they tasted better on your tongue than the cold ashes Truth would leave behind. I see you now as you truly are, Light and Dark, not just the pieces I valued, not just the true friend I once believed you to be. I can see how much you prefer the easy winding road of good intentions that your imagination lays out before you. I saw everything with clear eyes at last, and only then could I let go of you. For you prefer your Illusions to Truth, My Shadow, and I choose Truth, Light, Love, Laughter over that empty fearful void any day, even if it hurts or takes more work. I no longer carry the cold heavy stone of you about my neck, and my shoulders don’t ache any more from the burden of carrying you so far. Left beside the road, an unmarked headstone for an empty grave where lies the Illusion of who you were to me… Sister Friend Fellow champion of ideals and truth… And I find the ghost of my Shadow has left hardly a footprint in the dunes of my memories… while the rest of you walks off towards false horizons you love more than the Truth of your choices. Happy trails! Rest in peace, my Shadow. Until the Wheel turns and we meet again… a little wiser for the wear, I ahope, and less willing to offer you a piece of my soul on a silver plate.

• Please don't make me say it.....
  by diLuisa

  My hand is led away to here. / My journal. / My private place. / Without thinking, I pick up my journal. / Without thinking, I begin to writ…

  I was sitting on my balcony working one night last week…...and this is what happened.

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  Sailing Life's Seas - A Tribute to Matt Penfold
  by RtImages

  My attempt to portray the essence of Matt. There is so much more to this amazing man than I have been able to capture here but I hope I’ve done him some justice. / / Sailing upon life’s sea, tossed into depths of emotions / Experienced daunting troughs now surfing crests on high / Whirl wind trips to foreign lands, formative of life’s dreams / Golden threads of love entwined with beating hearts of many / Pride flows at the sight of daughters grown, / Settled now, made their homes / Faith in the future as grandson tests the waters / His zest for life, cheeky misdemeanour / Sadness lies in history, regrets that can’t be changed / Dad what made you, you? Time didn’t allow that answer / The question still remains / Helpless onlooker watching, protecting / Mother disappears into a world of mystery, / Curtains drawn over her domain. / / Imagination sparks as problems pose, / Don’t fret, mould a new creation / Laughter cures the challenges / Escape the world, write words of prose, / Speak poetry to the minions / Expressions of beauty, visions captured, frozen in time / People of interest, knowledge grows like vines / Set sail, be free, salt wind eliminates the rat race / Keep up if you can, got to keep the pace / Fight for those without a voice / Make voice of your opinion / Friends are treasured, thoughts set free / Bring comfort to those lost at sea / Matt – So talented, special, quite unique / To know you now is such a treat.