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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 |
| Innocence of a Woman | Cooper |
| All of Life is about change, but this is a very special poem about a very special time of change for women. | |
| Life's Qualities | Jessica Kulzer |
| Want some good advice? | |
| Miranda on Sunday | Fred Hobbs |
| This insightful poem describes one woman, named Miranda, and in doing so describes an all too common human condition. Loneliness. | |
| The Last Day | Nichole O'Bryan |
| It's in the news, it's in the entertainment media, it's in our thoughts and fears. What do you think the new millennium will bring? | |
| Degrees of Love | Faye Jones |
| Good poetry should bring us wisdom and insight, and perhaps even leave us better people. This poem, about death and love, is Good Poetry. | |
| Sea of Destiny | Wolfgang |
| Is this a poem about Life or one about Beauty? Maybe it's both - a Beautiful poem about Life, and the lessons we can learn from nature. | |
| What They See | Casidy Reynaud |
| Going to school should be fun. It should be one of the best times of your whole life. But, sometimes, other people make that impossible. | |
| Sapience | Nancy Ness |
| What is Life? That ages-old question probably has no single answer, but this lovely poem explores one very likely answer. | |
| Fallacy | S. Selina Jamil |
| What is Life? At times, the answers are not we might think. | |
| The Glory Of It All | Edward Castro |
| How should you live your life? Read on… | |
| Childhood Fantasy | Philip Zemler |
| This poem is an attempt to recapture a vision too often lost -- when we become "adults." | |
| Open Book? | Philip Zemler |
| This poem proves that well-word metaphors, when used with originality, can still delight us with their Truths. | |
| Stay True | Sunshine |
| Dreams. Hopes. Ambitions. Call them what you will, they are perhaps our only real reason for existence. | |
| Although I Never Knew You | Evalyn Rose |
| Some philosophies believe that everything in the Universe is connected. If so, isn't that even more true of people? | |
| Reflections of Yesterday | BSC |
| The distant past is a wonderful place to visit. Memories can be wonderful friends, and the best part is, we can make new ones every day. | |
| Turning Inside Out | Wendy LaTulippe |
| When you find yourself taking your own existence too seriously, this poem can lend a new perspective on your place in the Universe. | |
| Thank You | Misty Mischelle Snyder |
| It's always important to say Thank You. And it's nice when you can say it this beautifully. | |
| One Of A Kind | Wolfgang |
| Listen in, if you will, on a private conversation between a small, vulnerable child and a very wise poet. You just might learn something important. | |
| Understand | Angell |
| Dreams don't always come true, Life isn't always easy, and we all have days when it seems like everyone is against us. | |
| The Eyes Of A Child | Terri |
| This poem represents an unusual look at a very common ailment. | |
| For Me | Malcom Shartan |
| Shyness is such an endearing quality. Unless you happen to be its victiim… | |
| Winter's Threads | Ron Carnell |
| Winter has long served as an apt metaphor for aging, but in the end, both will pass. | |
| My EmptiNesst | Nancy Ness |
| Psychologists call it the Empty Nest syndrome, but they never spoke to us with such wit and charm. | |
| I'll Be | Nancy Ness |
| Doing for others is a virtue. Doing for yourself, however, is a dire necessity! | |
| Known | Red Letter |
| We all want to be "Known" by others, to be appreciated for who we are inside. But only a talented poet like this could say it so beautifully. | |
| The Only One | Michael Anderson |
| Each of us is unique. Different. But that doesn't mean there can't still be understanding. | |
| Holding Inside | Angell |
| We all have personas, faces we show to different people at different times. This young poet quietly wonders if any are real. | |
| Snowy Days and Thursdays | Nancy Ness |
| Everyone, from time to time, needs a little encouragement to get through the day… | |
| Starting Over | Jamie Vickers |
| A positive outlook is always good. But, sometimes, it's an absolute necessity. | |
| The Ocean | Jamie Vickers |
| How do we get through life? Maybe the same way we would cross a turbulent ocean - with a lot of help along the way. | |
| Serendipity |
Nancy Ness |
| Ever met someone you thought was just plain lucky? Maybe that person simply recognized the value of Serendipity… | |
| To Reflect | Edward Racey |
| Generally, we learn about life by living life. But there are other ways… | |
| Lunar | Phoebe Moon |
| Does life exist in cycles? And if so, how does that effect our relationships? | |
| She Who Knows No Boundaries | LaTiefa Alston |
| Tack this poem on your refrigerator, or frame it over the mantle. And when your heart needs an uplift, read it again… | |
| Sleepless Night | Tiziano Thomas Dossena |
| If you've ever spent a long night tossing and turning, you're going to love this poem. | |
| The Coach | Poet deVine |
| A poem about football, that has nothing to do with football, and a whole lot to do with respect. And with Life. | |
| Life's Epic Battle | Michael Anderson |
| Winning a war, especially one with yourself, can be a monumental, never-ending task. Winning a single battle in that war, however, is something all can hope to attain. And perhaps, in the end, it's all that any can hope to attain. | |
| Nor'Easter of 1956 | Rosemary J. Gwaltney |
| With sharp, clear memory, complete with hair-raising sound, I recall the eerie and haunting moaning of the wind in the blizzards of my prairie childhood. | |
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