30 Best Poems To Ever Have Been Written About Life

Poems about life are an artistic way of recalling or collecting your life experiences. Writing a poem about your experiences tin can help you lot heal and reflect on your deeds. A poem about life validates your experiences and shows you are not solitary in your struggles when you read it. The following collection of poems looks at diverse facets of life, and they appreciate life for all the cute experiences. Have a look!

30 Cute Poems Most Life

1. The Pocket-size Claim Of Bones

What my torso knows
is not a lie it'due south not
a lie I tell you it is non
it'southward nothing short of truth
and nothing larger
my past lodges
in my marrow and if
I wanted a transplant
There'd be no match
Others' sorrows dwarf
my petty traumas nonetheless
these bones are mine
when they crepitate
when they moan
when they whine
at that place's simply i matter
I can claim these bones
are mine I tell yous
they are mine and kind
to abandon no thing
that makes this pulse
no one but me.

• By Cindy Williams Guti é rrez

two. Life

Children, ye have not lived, to you information technology seems
Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams,
Or carnival of careless joys that spring
Almost your hearts like billows on the deep
In flames of bister and of amethyst.

Children, ye accept not lived, ye just exist
Till some resistless hour shall ascension and movement
Your hearts to wake and hunger afterward dearest,
And thirst with passionate longing for the things
That burn your brows with blood-carmine sufferings.

Till ye have battled with great grief and fears,
And borne the conflict of dream-shattering years,
Wounded with fierce want and worn with strife,
Children, ye have not lived: for this is life.

• By Sarojini Naidu

3. Later on Life

Something this foggy day, a something which
Is neither of this fog nor of today,
Has set me dreaming of the winds that play
Past sure cliffs, along one sure beach,
And plough the topmost edge of waves to spray:

Ah pleasant pebbly strand so far away,
So out of reach while quite within my achieve,
Every bit out of reach as India or Cathay!
I am sick of where I am and where I am non,
I am sick of foresight and of memory,
I am ill of all I have and all I run across,
I am sick of cocky, and there is nil new;

Oh weary impatient patience of my lot!
Thus with myself: how fares it, Friends, with you?

• By Christina Rossetti

4. My Life Was The Size Of My Life

My life was the size of my life.
Its rooms were room-sized,
its soul was the size of a soul.
In its background, mitochondria hummed,
above information technology sun, clouds, snowfall,
the transit of stars and planets.
It rode elevators, bullet trains,
various airplanes, a ass.
It wore socks, shirts, its ain ears and nose.
It ate, it slept, it opened
and closed its hands, its windows.
Others, I know, had lives larger.
Others, I know, had lives shorter.
The depth of lives, likewise, is different.
At that place were times my life and I fabricated jokes together.
At that place were times we made bread.
In one case, I grew moody and afar.
I told my life I would like some time,
I would like to try seeing others.
In a week, my empty suitcase and I returned.
I was hungry, then, and my life,
my life, too, was hungry, we could not keep
our easily off our clothes on
our tongues from

• By Jane Hirshfield

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five. Faith And Backbone In Life

In life there are people that volition hurt us and cause us hurting,
but nosotros must acquire to forgive and forget and not concur grudges.

In life there are mistakes we volition make,
but nosotros must learn from our wrongs and grow from them.

In life at that place are regrets nosotros will have to live with,
but nosotros must learn to leave the by behind and realize it is something nosotros can't change.

In life there are people we volition loose forever and can't accept back,
just we must learn to allow go and move on.

In life there are going to exist obstacles that volition cause interference,
only nosotros must learn to overcome these challenges and grow stronger.

In life there are fears that will hold u.s. dorsum from what we want,
but we must acquire to fight them with the courage from within.

God holds our lives in his hands. He holds the key to our time to come.
But he knows our fate.

He sees everything and knows everything.
Everything in life actually does happen for a reason: "God's Reason"

• By Angie M Flores

6. Each Moment Is Precious

Live in the moment,
Just take it all in.
Pay attention to everything,
Right in that location and right then.

Don't allow your mind wander
To what's coming next.
Cherish this moment
And give it your best.

Don't allow tomorrow
Make you rush through today,
Or besides many not bad moments
Will simply go to waste product.

And the person you're with,
In that moment you share,
Requite them all of your focus;
Be totally there.

Express mirth till it hurts,
Let the tears driblet.
Fill up each moment
With all that you've got.

Don't miss the details;
The lesson is in that location.
Don't go complacent;
Stay sharp and aware.

It can take but a moment
To change your life's path.
And once it ticks past,
There is no going back.

In but 60 seconds,
You lot may make a new friend.
Find your true honey,
Or see a life start or end.

You become who you are
In those moments you live.
And the growth's non in taking
But in how much you give.

Life is just moments,
So precious and few.
Whether valued or squandered,
It's all up to you!

• By Pat A. Fleming

7. Live Life

Life is crazy
And totally unpredictable…
It'south going to push you over,
Kick you while you're downwardly,
And striking you when yous try to become back upward.
Not everything can beat you.

Things are going to alter you lot,
Only you go to choose which ones y'all let change you.
Listen to your centre,
Follow your dreams,
And allow no i tell you lot what you're capable of.
Push the limits,
Bend the rules,
And enjoy every infinitesimal of it.
Laugh at everything.
Live for as long as you can.

Love all,
But trust none.
Believe in yourself,
And never lose faith in others.
Settle for nothing only merely the best,
And give 110% in everything you lot exercise.
Accept risks,
Alive on the edge,
Notwithstanding stay safety,
And cherish every moment of information technology.
Life is a gift.

Capeesh all the rewards,
And jump on every opportunity.
Not everyone'south going to love you,
Just who needs them anyway?
Claiming everything,
And fight for what you believe.

Back down to cypher,
Just give in to the little things in life,
Afterwards all, that is what makes you.
Forget the unnecessary,
Only call back everything.

Bring it with yous everywhere you go.
Larn something new,
And appreciate criticism.
Hate zero,
But dislike what you want.

Never forget where yous came from,
And always remember where you are going.
Live life to its fullest,
And have a reason for everything,
Even if it's totally insane.
Find your purpose in life,
And live it!

• Past Anonymous

viii. Life

What is our life? A play of passion,
Our mirth the music of division,
Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be,
Where we are dressed for this short comedy.
Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is,
That sits and marks withal who doth act amiss.
Our graves that hibernate us from the setting sun
Are like fatigued curtains when the play is done.

Thus march we, playing, to our latest residuum,
Only we die in earnest, that'southward no jest.

• By Sir Walter Raleigh

9. ‟Hope" Is The Thing With Feathers

‟Hope" is the affair with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the melody without the words –
And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept then many warm –

I've heard it in the chillest state –
And on the strangest Bounding main –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

• Past Emily Dickinson

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10. Life Is A Privilege

Life is a privilege. Its youthful days
Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays.
To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire,
To feed with dreams the centre's perpetual burn down,
To thrill with virtuous passions, and to glow
With great ambitions – in one hr to know
The depths and heights of feeling – God! in truth,
How beautiful, how beautiful is youth!

Life is a privilege. Like some rare rose
The mysteries of the human mind unclose.
What marvels lie in the earth, and air, and sea!
What stores of knowledge wait our opening key!
What sunny roads of happiness lead out
Across the realms of indolence and doubt!
And what large pleasures smile upon and bless
The busy avenues of usefulness!

Life is a privilege. Thought the noontide fades
And shadows autumn along the winding glades,
Though joy-blooms wither in the autumn air,
However the sweet scent of sympathy is in that location.
Stake sorrow leads us closer to our kind,
And in the serious hours of life we notice
Depths in the souls of men which lend new worth
And majesty to this brief span of earth.

Life is a privilege. If some distressing fate
Sends us solitary to seek the exit gate,
If men forsake usa and equally shadows fall,
Still does the supreme privilege of all
Come in that reaching up of the soul
To find the welcoming Presence at the goal,
And in the Knowledge that our anxiety have trod
Paths that led from, and must current of air back, to God.

• Past Ella Wheeler Wilcox

11. Dust Of Snowfall

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my eye
A alter of mood
And saved some office
Of a day I had rued.

• By Robert Frost

12. Changing The Past

The past is the past for a reason.
That is where information technology is supposed to stay,
Only some cannot permit it go.
In their heads it eats away

Until all their focus becomes
The person they used to be,
The mistakes they made in their life.
Oh, if only they could see

That you cannot change what happened,
No thing how hard you try,
No matter how much y'all think about it,
No matter how much you cry.

What happens in your lifetime
Happens for reasons unknown,
So yous have to let the cards unfold.
Permit your story be shown.

Don't get wrapped up in the negative.
Exist happy with what you have been given.
Live for today non tomorrow.
Go upwardly, go out, and offset living,

Because the by is the past for a reason.
It'southward been, and now information technology is gone,
So end trying to call back of ways to fix it.
Information technology's done, it's unchangeable; motion on.

• Past Donna

thirteen. Desiderata

Get placidly amid the noise and haste,
and retrieve what peace there may be in silence.
As far every bit possible without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
fifty-fifty the dull and the ignorant;
they as well take their story.

Avert loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
yous may get vain and bitter,
for always there will exist greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements equally well as your plans.
Keep interested in your ain career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Do caution in your business concern affairs,
for the globe is full of trickery.
Merely let this not blind yous to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be contemptuous about love;
for in the face up of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is equally perennial equally the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
Simply do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
Y'all are a kid of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a correct to exist here.

And whether or non information technology is clear to you,
no incertitude the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
any you excogitate Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life, go on peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a cute world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

• By Max Ehrmann

xiv. The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And lamentable I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked downwards one as far as I could
To where it aptitude in the undergrowth;

So took the other, as only as fair,
And having peradventure the better claim,
Considering it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing at that place
Had worn them actually most the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden blackness.
Oh, I kept the offset for some other mean solar day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a woods, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

• By Robert Frost

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15. Death And Life

'Twas in the grave-thou's gruesome gloom
That May and I were mated;
We sneaked inside and on a tomb
Our love was consummated.
It'southward quite all right, no doubt we'll midweek,
Our sin volition go unchidden,
Ah! sweeter than the nuptial bed
Are ecstasies forbidden.

And as I held my sweetheart shut,
And she was softly sighing,
I could not help but recall of those
In peace below the states lying.
Poor folks! No boldness we meant,
And beg you lot'll exist forgiving;
We hopes the dead will not resent
The rapture of the living.

And when in death I, as well, shall lie,
And lost to those who love me,
I wish two sweethearts roving by
Will plight their troth above me.
Oh do not recollect that I will grieve
To hear the vows they're voicing,
And if their beloved new life excogitate,
'Tis I will exist rejoicing.

• Past Robert William Service

16. Life Is Fine

I went downward to the river,
I set down on the banking concern.
I tried to think just couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.

I came up one time and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn't a-been and then cold
I might've sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the footing.
I thought well-nigh my baby
And thought I would spring down.

I stood in that location and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn't a-been so loftier
I might've jumped and died.

Simply information technology was High up there! It was high!

So since I'grand nevertheless here livin',
I guess I will live on.
I could've died for dear–
But for livin' I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may meet me cry–
I'll exist dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.
Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

• By Langston Hughes

17. The Summer Solar day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black comport?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean—
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and downwardly—
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated optics.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open up, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel downward in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I accept washed?
Doesn't everything die at final, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it yous program to practice
with your one wild and precious life?

• By Mary Oliver

eighteen. A Unproblematic Plan

Simple Sam was a unproblematic man.
He lived each day by a uncomplicated plan.
Bask your life and live while you lot can.
Make each day count and accept a stand up.

Stand up on the left or stand on the right,
Whichever one you think is right.
Live each day equally if your final.
Life's too short and gone too fast.

• By Irwin Mercer

19. Finding Hope

I've always viewed life from the side lines,
Just watching it passing me by.
In the past, too afraid to just let go and live,
And lately likewise tired to try.

I've envied the people around me
And then invested in living each mean solar day,
While I spent my time hiding out from the world
And searching for ways to escape.

For most of my life I truly believed
I was hither to assistance somebody else,
But now it'due south so clear it was just an excuse.
To avoid living life for myself.

It's sad that our lives and the pain we endure
Can weaken our force to movement on,
But if we get lost in the scars of our past,
Without knowing our lives volition exist gone.

Information technology's true, people are disappointing,
They tin turn in the blink of an eye,
Simply nosotros can't avoid hurting each other,
When we all want a risk at this life.

But there'south something I've learned through the wisdom of age,
A truth about all of our lives,
And that is no matter what path we each take,
In the stop, nosotros just want to survive.

So the time has now come to conquer my fears
And to stand up upward and face up a new day.
Let the hurts of my past wash abroad with my tears
And terminate letting my life sideslip away.

• By Pat A. Fleming

20. Just Being Me

The life I seek must be fast"
The speed of life makes me express joy!
Death's just effectually the corner for
a Queer like me!
Well so they say all of them Freaks.

Homophobia I really do detest
What I am is what I do best!
Similar if y'all want, Answer! This own't no test
If y'all like me, "Great," then we're friends
If you hate me don't make me get upset!
I'one thousand just a Dike whom nobody Straight likes
Well forget you all, cause we love each other
my Babe and I!

Yous don't have to shake my hand,
I'm not request you to stare.
If you don't like what yous see,
then get the Hell out of here!
I am what I am,
So please understand
Even if you don't
"Who really gives a damn?"

• Past Elsa Nora

21. You Will Never See Me Fall

You may see me struggle,
but you lot won't run across me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not,
I'grand going to stand tall.
Everyone says life is easy,
but truly living it is not.

Times get difficult,
people struggle
and constantly get put on the spot.
I'yard going to habiliment the biggest smile,
even though I desire to cry.

I'm going to fight to alive,
even though I'thou destined to die.
And even though information technology's hard
and I may struggle through information technology all,
y'all may run across me struggle…
but you will NEVER encounter me fall.

• By Joyce Alcantara

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22. Destined To Fly

I remember the day nosotros met.
Likewise young to see the danger.
I didn't know the devil y'all were,
That you'd fill up me with so much anger.

At starting time you gave me comfort,
Numbed me from the pain,
But the light you lot gave me faded,
Brought black to my veins.

Your trap worked as always.
I am not the only ane to fall.
So many friends forever gone now;
No one's left to call.

Dragged me to rock bottom,
Each day a life in hell anew,
Felt there was no possibility
Of breaking this dependence on you.

Every twenty-four hour period I woke
With only you on my mind,
Drastic for your love,
More than drastic for yous to die.

Through fourth dimension I saw yous were evil.
I watched you steal my soul.
Each fourth dimension I tried to get abroad,
You lot would non allow me go.

Tried to scream and weep,
Eventually accepted my fate.
Anybody had tried to warn me,
And now information technology was too tardily.

Family and friends could never understand,
Couldn't hear my silent plea.
They did not want to see
The sick effect you had on me.

Y'all locked me in a cell.
You made me freeze at night,
Made me deceive those I loved,
Made me live in abiding fearfulness.

Left cleaved, battered, and bruised,
My number of scars grew.
Both concrete and mental,
While the number of wasted years flew.

Went through the motions like a zombie.
No longer did I see
Whatsoever type of hereafter
In this world for me.

You erased any shred of hope
When everyone turned their backs.
Difficult to escape this night hole and cope,
Impossible to defend against your attacks.

I knew no church, no God.
Y'all, my ultimate power.
No style to know real honey.
I was at present a rotted, dead flower.

And then 1 mean solar day it happened.
Most astonishing hope i moment brings,
And I decided then and in that location
That I would abound my wings.

No longer will you take from me
Like you have stolen all these years.
You will never take my life.
No longer volition I cry these tears.

I will bargain with the pain.
I will swallow all my pride.
I volition deal with my life of rubble.
I'm prepared for this difficult ride.

If it kills me to leave you lot,
So I volition gladly die,
Because with you lot I'1000 only surviving,
And I accept been destined to wing.

I will soar, laugh, and grinning,
Will exhale my life in one case more than.
I will go back to a fourth dimension
Before you came knocking at my door.

• By Ashley Hyder

23. The Guest House

This being human is a guest firm.
Every morning time a new inflow.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your business firm
empty of its furniture,
all the same, treat each invitee honorably.
He may be clearing yous out
for some new delight.

The nighttime thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

• By Rumi

24. Pain Ends

Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Allow it flow in the breeze.

Let your eyes wander,
To all the dazzler to be seen.
If those toxic thoughts yous still exercise ponder,
Then let out a scream.

Scream until the hurting is gone,
Until you no longer feel afraid.
Open your eyes to a new dawn,
Let the darkness fade.

No longer compare yourself
Or your flaws to others' perfections.
Take the negativity off the shelf.
Focus on your direction.

Pick the sadness up off the floor,
Sweep information technology into the wind.
Close the door on self-hatred.
Never let it back in.

For the lies it would often tell you,
You lot volition no longer concord.
Happiness and love are what you should hold onto.
They are whom you should requite the cardinal.

Pay no attention to the toxic thoughts,
Listen to those who adore everything you are.
Overthinking was what you once were taught,
But now those thoughts you put in a jar.

Focus on your goals,
Never lose your fight.
It's time to open up new scrolls.
Everything will exist all correct.

• By Katy A. Brown

25. The True Pregnant of Life

The Years have passed by,
In the blink of an centre,
Moments of sadness,
And joy have flown by.

People I loved,
Have come up and take gone,
But the earth never stopped,
And we all carried on.

Life wasn't easy,
And the struggles were there,
Filled with times that information technology mattered,
Times I simply didn't care.

I stood on my own,
And I notwithstanding found my way,
Through some nights filled with tears,
And the dawn of new days.

And now with old historic period,
It'southward become very clear,
Things I once found important,
Were not why I was hither.

And how many things,
That I managed to purchase,
Were never what made me,
Feel better within.

And the worries and fears,
That plagued me each twenty-four hours,
In the finish of it all,
Would but fade away.

Just how much I reached out,
To others when needed,
Would be the true measure,
Of how I succeeded.

And how much I shared,
Of my soul and my eye,
Would ultimately be,
What set me autonomously.

And what's really important,
Is my opinion of me,
And whether or not,
I'm the all-time I tin can be.

And how much more than kindness,
And love I can show,
Before the Lord tells me,
Information technology's my time to become.

• By Pat A. Fleming

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26. Still I Ascension

Yous may write me downwardly in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very clay
Merely however, like dust, I'll ascent.

Does my sassiness upset yous?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Simply like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing loftier,
Still I'll rise.

Did y'all want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered optics?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you have it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own backyard.

You lot may shoot me with your words,
Yous may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But yet, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset yous?
Does information technology come up every bit a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history'south shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and broad,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I ascension
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the promise of the slave.
I rise
I ascent
I rise.

• Past Maya Angelou

27. My Inner Life

'Tis true my garments threadbare are,
And sorry poor I seem;
But inly I am richer far
Than whatever poet'due south dream.
For I've a subconscious life no one
Can ever promise to meet;
A sacred sanctuary none
May share with me.

Aloof I stand from out the strife,
Within my heart a vocal;
By virtue of my inner life
I to myself vest.
Confronting man-ruling I insubordinate,
All the same do non fright defeat,
For to my hush-hush citadel
I may retreat.

Oh you who take an inner life
Across this dismal day
With wars and evil rumours rife,
Go blessedly your way.
Your refuge concord inviolate;
Unto yourself be true,
And shield serene from sordid fate
The Real You.

• Past Robert William Service

28. Confronting Dying

If the trunk is only a parable
about the body if breath
is a leash to hold the mind
then staying alive should be
easier than it is most ill
things get expressionless things
at twenty-iv my liver was
already covered in fatty
rot my mother filled a tiny
coffin with picture frames
I spent the year drinking
from exam tubes weeping
wherever I went somehow
information technology happened wellness crept
into me similar a roach nibbling
through an eardrum for
a time the half minutes
of fire in my brainstem
made me want to pull out
my spine but even those
have become endurable so
how shall I live at present
in the unexpected nowadays
I spent so long in a lover'southward
quarrel with my flesh
the peace seems over-
cautious too-polite I say
stop being common cold or make
that blue bluer and it does
we speak to each other
in this lawmaking where every discussion
means obey I sit under
a poplar tree with a thermos
of chamomile feeling
useless as an oath confronting
dying I put a sugar cube
on my tongue and
swallow it like a pill.

• By Kaveh Akbar

29. Daisy Cutter

Pause here at the flower stand up—mums
and gladiolas, purple carnations

night as my heart. We are engaged
in a war, and I want to drag habitation

whatsoever distraction I can bear. Tonight
children will wake to bouquets of fire

that will take their jiff away. Still,
I think of my life. The manner you hold me,

sometimes, you lot could choke me.
There is no way to protect myself,

except by some vivid defense. I want
the black iris with their sabered blooms.

I want the flame throwers: the peonies,
the sunflowers. I will cut down the cute ones

and let their nectared sweetness bleed
into the careless air. This is not the world

I'd hoped it could be. Information technology is horrible,
the fashion nosotros bear on. Terminal dark, yous catalogued

our arsenal. You taught me devastation
is a goal we announce in a commemoration

of shrapnel. Our bombs shower
in anticipation of their marks. You said this

is to assure damage will exist widely distributed.
What gruesome genius invents our cruel hearts?

When y'all impact me I am a stalk of light-green panic
and want. Look hither while I decide which

of these sprigs of blossoming heartbreak I can beget
to bring into my home. Tonight dreams will erupt

in chaotic buds of flame. This is the globe we have
arranged. It is horrible, this way we behave on.

• By Camille T. Dungy

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30. Ode To Cleaved Things

Things get broken
at home
like they were pushed
by an invisible, deliberate smasher.
It's not my hands
or yours
It wasn't the girls
with their difficult fingernails
or the motion of the planet.
It wasn't annihilation or everyone

It wasn't the wind
It wasn't the orangish-colored noontime
Or night over the earth
It wasn't even the nose or the elbow
Or the hips getting bigger
or the ankle
or the air.
The plate broke, the lamp fell
All the flower pots tumbled over
one past 1. That pot

which overflowed with ruddy
in the middle of Oct,
it got tired from all the violets
and some other empty one
rolled round and round and round
all through winter
until it was just the pulverisation
of a flowerpot,
a cleaved retentiveness, shining dust.

And that clock
whose sound
was
the vocalisation of our lives,
the secret
thread of our weeks,
which released
one by one, so many hours
for honey and silence
for so many births and jobs,
that clock besides
fell
and its frail blue guts
vibrated
amongst the broken glass
its wide middle
unsprung.

Life goes on grinding up
glass, wearing out clothes
making fragments
breaking down
forms
and what lasts through time
is like an island on a ship in the bounding main,
perishable
surrounded by dangerous fragility
past merciless waters and threats.

Let'south put all our treasures together
— the clocks, plates, cups cracked by the cold —
into a sack and acquit them
to the sea
and allow our possessions sink
into one alarming breaker
that sounds similar a river.
May whatever breaks
be reconstructed past the sea
with the long labor of its tides.
So many useless things
which nobody bankrupt
but which got broken anyway.

• Past Pablo Neruda

These soulful life poems illustrate the fleeting nature of life and the dissimilar situations we find ourselves in. And so, no matter what yous are going through in your life right now, there will be a verse form that helps you lot find courage and promise. All the best!

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