Cycle of Life Poems
#LifeCycle
Poems about life cycles of animals and plants. A life cycle is the series of changes a living thing passes through from the beginning of its life until death. This includes poems about nature, and poems about the human journey through life.
Mother Eternal (Written with Rianne)
Dark journey from egg spring
I heard the Hopi myth being made
o to be hidden from creation
harvesting
still born
whisper
they spoke about a thing called woman
one who created
her own reality
each layer from the womb
one even fuller brighter than the other
my hair a banshee light
where life sprung from
mother of your skin I am
passing on twilight
vortex owl hoots omni potent
from giantess ash tree
rooted lineage
braiding bardic knowledge
into me
...
I heard the Hopi myth being made
o to be hidden from creation
harvesting
still born
whisper
they spoke about a thing called woman
one who created
her own reality
each layer from the womb
one even fuller brighter than the other
my hair a banshee light
where life sprung from
mother of your skin I am
passing on twilight
vortex owl hoots omni potent
from giantess ash tree
rooted lineage
braiding bardic knowledge
into me
...
#mother
#birth
#moon
#LifeCycle
#SelfDiscovery
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the difference between prospective and perspective is all in how you look at it
ballerina costumes could be skimpier
but for opera singers probably not
naked rhythmic gymnastics
would be more fun than just watching
ribbons fluttering
but naked Shot Put
not so much
staring at the back of the limo driver's head
is way better
Than staring at the neck of the guy who drives the crosstown bus
and watching Salma Hayak bending down to pick up whatever she just dropped (front or back)
is more entertaining than watching any guy you know (or I have ever known)
doing whatever he does best
...
but for opera singers probably not
naked rhythmic gymnastics
would be more fun than just watching
ribbons fluttering
but naked Shot Put
not so much
staring at the back of the limo driver's head
is way better
Than staring at the neck of the guy who drives the crosstown bus
and watching Salma Hayak bending down to pick up whatever she just dropped (front or back)
is more entertaining than watching any guy you know (or I have ever known)
doing whatever he does best
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
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what ultimately keeps me sane, and grounded....
nothing lasts forever.... for better or for worse.... all that exists, sooner or later expires....
life is "short". the bottom line....
life is "short". the bottom line....
#LifeStruggles
#peace
#MentalHealth
#uplifting
#LifeCycle
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Sick of it all, on Streets of Sycamore (Autumn 2015)
I shall let nocturnal navigators decide my fate,
If the sycamore leaves her child at my door
Nesting in the rusted light of the pavement,
My suitcases will remain shelved, dust drifts
If there is absence on the cold slab, ties broken
Honour will be derailed on the 10.50 to anywhere,
Platforms falling as scarecrows uprooted
If the sycamore leaves her child at my door
Nesting in the rusted light of the pavement,
My suitcases will remain shelved, dust drifts
If there is absence on the cold slab, ties broken
Honour will be derailed on the 10.50 to anywhere,
Platforms falling as scarecrows uprooted
#LifeCycle
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Maidens (written with Rianne)
I am daughter of this fertile green Earth
Leaning lilting towards birch songs
that chant the wind
as we said goodbye
in each possible way
we re embroidered
our innocence
born under the waxing moon
I arrived, screaming my way
into this existence;
the world belonged to me -
yet I belonged to no one,
save the Father by proxy
of my lineage;
in love with the stars
I fell so far from -
embodied with their frenetic,
pulsing energy
bare feet in the summer grass,
my grandmother...
Leaning lilting towards birch songs
that chant the wind
as we said goodbye
in each possible way
we re embroidered
our innocence
born under the waxing moon
I arrived, screaming my way
into this existence;
the world belonged to me -
yet I belonged to no one,
save the Father by proxy
of my lineage;
in love with the stars
I fell so far from -
embodied with their frenetic,
pulsing energy
bare feet in the summer grass,
my grandmother...
#women
#moon
#LifeCycle
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Life
Life
In the most unexpected places.
Seemingly sprouting from nothing at all.
Supposedly, distantly, arising from a Big Bang.
The components needed in all future cases.
Spreading, spreading, as the universe became long and tall.
Basic chemicals becoming life, nature’s Yin Yang.
From microscopic to mammoth,
Life finds a way to exist and survive.
Diversity apparently a crucial key.
Never resting, not even on the Sabbath.
Always working to stay live,
The ultimate busy bee.
Even within the same community you can see...
In the most unexpected places.
Seemingly sprouting from nothing at all.
Supposedly, distantly, arising from a Big Bang.
The components needed in all future cases.
Spreading, spreading, as the universe became long and tall.
Basic chemicals becoming life, nature’s Yin Yang.
From microscopic to mammoth,
Life finds a way to exist and survive.
Diversity apparently a crucial key.
Never resting, not even on the Sabbath.
Always working to stay live,
The ultimate busy bee.
Even within the same community you can see...
#LifeCycle
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Two Jointed Haiku: Earth
Green. Awake seedlings/join your cyclical brethren/and blossom. Flourish
Our shared planet home/with your presence, your essence/your unending life.
Our shared planet home/with your presence, your essence/your unending life.
#earth
#environment
#LifeCycle
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Tightrope
Taut are the never ending cables,
Grind elevators through time shafts
Balance scrapers to the sky’s tilt,
Feather friendship to staircase
Of red double-decker buses.
Nothing more.....
Than a metaphor whore,
Door-to-door salesman
For GrimReaper.com,
Building suburban cemeteries
To the pedal of London after midnight.
Show me the bones and I may
Write you a double-breasted suit
Angles of Angel Pub
Take wings on camera obscura
Lager lenses just become smaller.
Only thing civil about our...
Grind elevators through time shafts
Balance scrapers to the sky’s tilt,
Feather friendship to staircase
Of red double-decker buses.
Nothing more.....
Than a metaphor whore,
Door-to-door salesman
For GrimReaper.com,
Building suburban cemeteries
To the pedal of London after midnight.
Show me the bones and I may
Write you a double-breasted suit
Angles of Angel Pub
Take wings on camera obscura
Lager lenses just become smaller.
Only thing civil about our...
#death
#memories
#LifeCycle
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Farewell
My cousin and my boyfriend ignore me
They like the thrill
I am boring
She never calls me
She calls her all the time
He never writes me
He writes him every day
They want to get spanked
I got no strength
I am just a perplexed creature
Trying to make it in perpetual boredom
And neuroticism
I got nothing to offer anyone
Someone will like me
But it will not be him
Someone will like me
But it will not be her
They will never call
I got to understand it
It is just...
They like the thrill
I am boring
She never calls me
She calls her all the time
He never writes me
He writes him every day
They want to get spanked
I got no strength
I am just a perplexed creature
Trying to make it in perpetual boredom
And neuroticism
I got nothing to offer anyone
Someone will like me
But it will not be him
Someone will like me
But it will not be her
They will never call
I got to understand it
It is just...
#LifeCycle
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Secrets, Posted
vizpostit
#lust
#LifeCycle
#passion
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Pen On Paper
Like a swan
With a pen
Or a Caterpillar
With wings
I write
Hoping to find
An insight
Into my mind
No questions
Or answers
Like a headless dancer
I lose my feet
Unable to hear the music
Or its beat
Forgotten how
To describe the scribe
And the scribblings
Like fading graffiti
Graphite scrawls
On aimless walls
No thrill
With the quill
Etched memories
Of a soluble bitter pill
That now lies dormant
Still
The sun greets the new day
As the Earth spins itself ...
With a pen
Or a Caterpillar
With wings
I write
Hoping to find
An insight
Into my mind
No questions
Or answers
Like a headless dancer
I lose my feet
Unable to hear the music
Or its beat
Forgotten how
To describe the scribe
And the scribblings
Like fading graffiti
Graphite scrawls
On aimless walls
No thrill
With the quill
Etched memories
Of a soluble bitter pill
That now lies dormant
Still
The sun greets the new day
As the Earth spins itself ...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
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You Just Haven't Earned it Yet, Baby
Behind the twilight scarred garden shed
Committed to everything I’d ever read,
Our cola breath tasted of yesterday’s bath water
Lips met as two forks tangling in the kitchen sink.
Rose petals falling from the skies
Never marked that very first kiss,
Dance of adolescence was never slow.
But hey, seaside-girl, shoals of your eyes
Were too beautiful for the town’s shore line.
Furrowing fingers found that wettest clay
Earthed against the smell of creosote and
The first quiffs of Autumn dreaming.
Let me count the ways she...
Committed to everything I’d ever read,
Our cola breath tasted of yesterday’s bath water
Lips met as two forks tangling in the kitchen sink.
Rose petals falling from the skies
Never marked that very first kiss,
Dance of adolescence was never slow.
But hey, seaside-girl, shoals of your eyes
Were too beautiful for the town’s shore line.
Furrowing fingers found that wettest clay
Earthed against the smell of creosote and
The first quiffs of Autumn dreaming.
Let me count the ways she...
#love
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia
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DU Poetry : Cycle of Life Poems