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Popular Life Poems

Gone Fishin'

by Delmar Pepper

I've finished life's chores assigned to me,
So put me on a boat headed out to sea.
Please send along my fishing pole
For I've been invited to the fishin' hole.

Where every day is a day to fish,
To fill your heart with every wish.
Don't worry, or feel sad for me,
I'm fishin' with the Master of the sea.

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Life

by Charlotte Brontë

LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall ?

Rapidly, merrily,

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Disabled

by Wilfred Owen

He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.

About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,-

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Peer Pressure

by Vincent G. Mead

Today I have been issued a dare, by my peer,
If I do what they ask I will get in trouble, but they swear,
my life they will not spear
And if I don't they will make me into a rubble I am so
scared, who cares?
Tonight I can't sleep, this trouble is too deep,
I can't make a peep, I began to weep,
Is there no one who cares? That I am so scared?
Because of my Peers, I am filled with fears
I cried out in despair, is there no one who cares?

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Youth And Age

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying,
Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee -
Both were mine! Life went a-maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy,
When I was young!
When I was young? -Ah, woeful When!
Ah! for the change 'twixt Now and Then!
This breathing house not built with hands,
This body that does me grievous wrong,
O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands

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Recent Life Poems

The Quiet Return

by Mario Odekerken

In the morning, when the sun breaks
through the light,
the earth remembers itself again.
Shadows peel back from the edges of houses,
and windows breathe in warmth
like lungs learning to trust the air.

The trees do not speak,
but they stretch
as if waking

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Night Fight

by Jim Kelly

How do you plot
to kill a fly?

Small-room ambush—
box-sized bathroom.
Sink. Toilet. Medicine cabinet.

Dark hallway. Lights off.
Door closed.
Light—on.

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Wenn die Augen schließen

by Mario Odekerken

Wenn die Augen schließen,
versinkt die Welt in leisen Schatten.
Gedanken wandern
wie Nebel durch vergessene Gassen.

Kein Lärm,keine Farbe-
nur das Flüstern des Inneren,
ein Raum ohne Grenzen,
wo Erinnerung atmet
und die Zeit stillsteht.

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Balans

by Mario Odekerken

Soms is het leven een storm
een opeenstapeling van ruis
en ademhalen voelt als werk.

Toch is er die ene stoel bij het raam
waar het licht zacht binnenvalt
alsof de dag zelf even pauzeert.

Er is stilte tussen twee zorgen
een glas water dat je vasthoudt

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Je kunt alles terugdraaien behalve het verleden

by Mario Odekerken

Je kunt terug naar het begin,
woorden inslikken,
wegen opnieuw bewandelen
alsof je nooit bent afgestapt.

Je kunt je adem inhouden,
stil blijven tot de storm gaat liggen,
doen alsof het niet gebeurd is.

Maar het verleden

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