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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"I Want" — It Pleaded — All Its Life
by Emily Dickinson
731
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life—
I want—was chief it said
When Skill entreated it—the last—
And when so newly dead—
I could not deem it late—to hear
That single—steadfast sigh—
The lips had placed as with a "Please"
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Talking Turkeys!
by Benjamin Zephaniah
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas
Cos' turkeys just wanna hav fun
Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked
An every turkey has a Mum.
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas,
Don't eat it, keep it alive,
It could be yu mate, an not on your plate
Say, Yo! Turkey I'm on your side.
I got lots of friends who are turkeys
An all of dem fear christmas time,
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Tired mind, tired limbs
by Christabel Eze
I have lost passion for the things that once mattered.
I have tried to love them, to get myself to care but my mind and limbs are exhausted.
My eyes look on with tiredness at the people that walk by.
Each person carrying a darkness that keeps growing in their hearts.
I am not better than them and they are not better, although we all pretend that we are.
That's all we do, we pretend.
We pretend to be okay, happy, scared, sad, honest, faithful and human.
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A Light, Somewhere
by Christabel Eze
I left the house without a fence.
It once had a fence. A strong wind knocked it down.
I pack my bag, I wipe my tears off and walk away.
I don't turn back to look at it.
The house whispers to me to take a last look, to not leave, I resist.
I used to love this house, I still do but I can not stay in it anymore.
The fence is down. Who would want to stay in a house without a fence?
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Intrusive Thoughts
by Falling Awake
Distressing thoughts
that cut into life’s flow,
Are piercing through
the everyday pauses.
Coming on abruptly incongruent,
Feeling so extrinsic and unforeseen,
Their circuits loop around insistently.
As the thoughts intensify,
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Life & People
by Saleh Ben Saleh
We live our lives in search of happiness but many times we do tend to stray, nothing in life is everlasting happy moods do fail to stay.
Burdens of life people shall carry in dark moments or brighter day,
accept what life has to offer,
in black or white or even grey.
Sometimes with good intentions your closest friends become your prey,
and sometimes floating rumours will make your heart in doubt sway.
People from whom you have kept distant, in time of need your debit may pay,
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Infinite worlds - Alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
In the cosmic dance of swirling lights,
Where stars are born and darkness fights,
The universe whispers secrets old,
In silver threads and dust of gold.
Galaxies twirl in elegant grace,
Each a part of the endless space,
Planets orbit in silent tunes,
Around their suns, like drifting balloons.
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AT THE END OF TIME - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
by alexis karpouzos
I know that our efforts all come to nothing. Analyze life, tear its trappings off, lay it bare with thought, with logic, with philosophy, and its emptiness is revealed as a bottomless pit; its nothingness frankly confesses to nothingness, and Despair comes to perch in the soulI know the end of us all is nothing, I know that at the end of Time, the reward of our toil will be nothing — and again nothing. I know that all our handiwork and all our ideas will be destroyed. I know that not even ash will be left from the fires that consume us. I know that our ideals, even those we achieve, will vanish in the eternal darkness of oblivion and final non-being. There is no hope, none, in my heart. I know, No promise, none, can I make to myself and to others. No recompense can I expect for my labors. No fruit will be born of my thoughts. I know the time — eternal seducer of all men, eternal cause of all effects — offers me nothing but the blank prospect of annihilation. So, my dignity is broken and weak, in recognition of my impending defeat.
The man who is alone, who stands on his own feet, who is stripped bare, who asks for nothing and wants nothing, who has reached the apex of disinterestedness not through blind renunciation but through excess of clear vision, turns to the world which stretches out before him as a burned prairie, as a devastated city — a world in which no churches, asylums, refuges, ideals, are left — and says: «Though you promise me nothing I am still with you, I am still an atom of your energies, my work is part of your work; I am your companion and your mirror as you march on your merciless way. But I owe nothing to any one. I would be responsible to freedom alone.
A Light, Somewhere
by Christabel Eze
I left the house without a fence.
It once had a fence. A strong wind knocked it down.
I pack my bag, I wipe my tears off and walk away.
I don't turn back to look at it.
The house whispers to me to take a last look, to not leave, I resist.
I used to love this house, I still do but I can not stay in it anymore.
The fence is down. Who would want to stay in a house without a fence?
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox (80 poems about Life)
5 November 1850 - 30 October 1919 / Johnstown Center / Rock County / Wisconsin -
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