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In some sense, it could be argued a category about Life is a vague, nebulous cop-out. Any poem ever penned by Man or Woman would surely gain ready admittance here. All poems, almost by definition, are about Life. But don't, for a moment, think that makes this category any less important. On the contrary, if the poems and topics you are about to explore are about Life, then they are also about you. No one person can ever experience all that life has to offer. It is only through sharing - experiences, feelings, insights - that we can hope to grow beyond our own meager lifetime. Are you ready to grow today?
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| Poems on Life continued | Author |
| Let It Fall |
Michael G |
| How does a one-time punker view life? | |
| Drifting |
Kit McCallum |
| At times, we all search for meaning in our lives, often in vain. Perhaps the answer is not to find meaning, but to give it? | |
| In Times Of |
Kit McCallum |
| In times of desperation, sometimes what we seek cannot be easily found. Or can it? | |
| Power Of Pain |
Star711 |
| The doctors have a name for it. But do they really understand? Do you? | |
| The Phone Call |
Kit McCallum |
| From dreams to nightmares - this poem brings home the feelings when you get the phone call in the middle of the night. | |
| Fairies |
April Elizabeth |
| Do fairies exist? Perhaps we need but look in a mirror to find one. | |
| Rose Of Life |
Ellie LeJeune |
| Life doesn't just exist. By definition, it lives. And that inevitably means growth. | |
| Garden Of Tao | Brian Madden |
| Misery is relentless until you seek to silence it by finding harmony within yourself and life. | |
| Memories |
Sudhir Iyer |
| Tomorrow is a mystery. But do we really know a great deal more about the past? | |
| Their Pain |
Meredith Mcghin |
| It's a Truth too oft' forgot. Your pain, no matter how real, is but a small drop in an ocean of misery. | |
| I Am |
Skyfyre |
| There are few ways to learn more about your own inner workings than to define yourself poetically. | |
| A Rose |
Elizabeth |
| If Life is like a rose, then what about the thorns? | |
| Into Every Life |
Christopher |
| Into every life a little rain must fall. How we deal with that rain is what determines our future. | |
| My Autistic Son |
Jim Bouder |
| Love is unconditional, as this beautiful and touch sonnet about overcoming the emotional difficulties present in raising an autistic child testifies. | |
| Portal | Tara Simms |
| If opportunity knocks, will you answer? | |
| Leaving |
Melvin Lee |
| Life is constant movement, often from one place to another. Doesn't that mean it's also constant leaving? | |
| Look Within |
WhtDove |
| Within each of us, there is beauty. But only when we let it out. | |
| Her Will |
Sally |
| This poem is about single parents who seem to find strength even when it seems impossible. | |
| I Am Someone |
Annastasia Aressia |
| Life is a long series of discrete events, all leading to one all-important discovery. | |
| Whispering Willows | Laura Mason |
| For a young woman growing up, a beloved tree can encompass all that Life has to offer. | |
| Not Yet The Long Sleep | John LeClare |
| Life has good and bad but in the end we determine our own course. | |
| Sometimes You Have To Choose A Song |
Gail |
| There is music in nature, Life, love, and all we do. And choices to be made. | |
| The Brand New Day | LesA47 |
| Losing a job can trigger a midlife crisis. And a midlife crisis can trigger a brand new way of looking at Life. | |
| A Hummingbird Spoke To Me One Day | Dee Dee Brough |
| There is a price to pay for every action. Sometimes, that price is a lifetime of regrets. | |
| Have You Ever |
Red |
| We are often shaped as much by the pain in our life as by the joys. | |
| Late Night Red Light | Josh Barrett |
| If Life is a journey, might there not be places along the way where things are moving a little too slowly? | |
| A Book Of Memories | Kathleen Sheppard |
| Our life is an accumulation of our past, both good and bad. So, too, is the way we see it. | |
| No One Seems Tall Anymore | Crystal Doerges |
| This is a very profound poem, about growing up and realizing some rather startling truths. About the world. And about ourselves. | |
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