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.
A Blessing If You Would Learn
The heart when young, so blissful and knows no sin
the mind's ego knows no bounds, its strength within
The earth, sound and steep, its fruits the soul entice
the taste of spice great! to every slice a price
The eyes rain and the mouth would savour its pain
when dry is your land, sow no seed, reap no grain
Valiant steps fear no edge nor the burn of sands
wish die for the glory of walking God's Lands
Specks of dust make souls blind can turn lives to dust
just a spark of deep Faith heralds paths to trust
Ascend and...
the mind's ego knows no bounds, its strength within
The earth, sound and steep, its fruits the soul entice
the taste of spice great! to every slice a price
The eyes rain and the mouth would savour its pain
when dry is your land, sow no seed, reap no grain
Valiant steps fear no edge nor the burn of sands
wish die for the glory of walking God's Lands
Specks of dust make souls blind can turn lives to dust
just a spark of deep Faith heralds paths to trust
Ascend and...
#kindness
#WritingPoetry
#LifeCycle #gratitude
#LifeCycle #gratitude
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just stfu....
society is full of shit.... the end. chaos is embraced by masses-the outnumbered few understand true suffering- wanting it to end....
the noise keeps on noising like hooligans at the damn zoo.... piling on like flies to shit.... closing one's eyes in hope of no tomorrow(to die in my sleep) because the awaiting chaos ensues....
"just stfu why don't you...." wished one's "walls" were sound proof. the world-much more uglier than "beautiful...."
this weary soul has...
the noise keeps on noising like hooligans at the damn zoo.... piling on like flies to shit.... closing one's eyes in hope of no tomorrow(to die in my sleep) because the awaiting chaos ensues....
"just stfu why don't you...." wished one's "walls" were sound proof. the world-much more uglier than "beautiful...."
this weary soul has...
#MentalHealth
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
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Abscent Pictures
Many frames are empty
memories seem to disappear
not much more to create
isolation is what I fear
Journey decades back
this wasn't the case
family and friends fulfilled my life
was in a much happier place
Now I'm old & tired
watching the days move by
not much more to live for
passing the time, waiting to die
memories seem to disappear
not much more to create
isolation is what I fear
Journey decades back
this wasn't the case
family and friends fulfilled my life
was in a much happier place
Now I'm old & tired
watching the days move by
not much more to live for
passing the time, waiting to die
#sadness
#loneliness
#rhyming
#LifeCycle
#aging
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Happily
I see no future.
Defined only by memories,
knowing full well they are
slowly dying, and I with them.
No solace.
Even the greatest fade.
A dust to be exhaled,
dead skin that falls away.
Will I be remembered?
For a time perhaps, a blink
of an eye. Eroding into extinction
I become nothing.
Happily.
Defined only by memories,
knowing full well they are
slowly dying, and I with them.
No solace.
Even the greatest fade.
A dust to be exhaled,
dead skin that falls away.
Will I be remembered?
For a time perhaps, a blink
of an eye. Eroding into extinction
I become nothing.
Happily.
#memories
#LifeCycle
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The Other Is A Sleep
why am i here i ask
denied of a reply
making money the only task
taxed until the day i die
what is the meaning?
in the simplest terms
i keep on dreaming
without significant returns
i’m not surprised to find
that the world was rigged
open doors in my mind
it was my heart i gigged
numbed in the pale silence
current demons are encrypted
we kindly invite violence
while coming off as fake or scripted
another random, Tuesday
visiting the familiar voices
reminded of the role i play
the weight...
denied of a reply
making money the only task
taxed until the day i die
what is the meaning?
in the simplest terms
i keep on dreaming
without significant returns
i’m not surprised to find
that the world was rigged
open doors in my mind
it was my heart i gigged
numbed in the pale silence
current demons are encrypted
we kindly invite violence
while coming off as fake or scripted
another random, Tuesday
visiting the familiar voices
reminded of the role i play
the weight...
#childhood
#death
#LifeCycle #aging
#LifeCycle #aging
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Sunspot
As I sit here enjoying the sun spot
feeling the warmth on my face
I consider the jaguar,
eight years spent quietly
growing and molting
in and out of this fur,
teeth smiling and snarling
as claws sharpen themselves
for another round of walls
containing everything
I am simply made of
and I laugh;
knowing I defeated
a system designed
to fail my purpose
so I will laugh
as I watch my siblings
come into their own
as they go hunting
believing their best ...
feeling the warmth on my face
I consider the jaguar,
eight years spent quietly
growing and molting
in and out of this fur,
teeth smiling and snarling
as claws sharpen themselves
for another round of walls
containing everything
I am simply made of
and I laugh;
knowing I defeated
a system designed
to fail my purpose
so I will laugh
as I watch my siblings
come into their own
as they go hunting
believing their best ...
#LGBT
#confessional
#LifeCycle #transgender
#LifeCycle #transgender
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celebrating International Woman's Day! A poem:
Hear me roar
As quietly as a lioness
With the same finesse
So fine
The empty shadows
That fall
On empty walls
Of long forgotten heroines
Obscured by those
That censored the books
That have dug in the hooks
Of control
Yet the lionesses
That labour on
As the sweet song
Of equality lingers
Poised, and poignant
Elegant, and civilised
Human, and humane
Controlled
By the will of some men
Again
And again, and again
Adore the roar
This is what we should all strive for
by Jemia
As quietly as a lioness
With the same finesse
So fine
The empty shadows
That fall
On empty walls
Of long forgotten heroines
Obscured by those
That censored the books
That have dug in the hooks
Of control
Yet the lionesses
That labour on
As the sweet song
Of equality lingers
Poised, and poignant
Elegant, and civilised
Human, and humane
Controlled
By the will of some men
Again
And again, and again
Adore the roar
This is what we should all strive for
by Jemia
#women
#LifeCycle
#HumanRights
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real life, Black Mirror....(societal scripts)
traveling through echo chambers-across bridges, fields of spring flowers & green grass, pass grave yards, in and out of places, and back "home"
where's the "life" at? the "adventure".... the illusion of location.... the illusion all around.... living in the moment.... what makes those moments worth while-are they worth making lasts....
the illusion all around-the illusion of many paths.... you know that "memory game" where you have to find the cards that match.... life isn't that...
where's the "life" at? the "adventure".... the illusion of location.... the illusion all around.... living in the moment.... what makes those moments worth while-are they worth making lasts....
the illusion all around-the illusion of many paths.... you know that "memory game" where you have to find the cards that match.... life isn't that...
#loneliness
#MentalHealth
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
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ghost buds
the little
ghost buds
were expected
on
the trees,
its show piece
among
the uncountable
leaves,
rambling green,
do not
hesitate
to show
yourself,
your beauty
is self-evident,
but one
may disappear
without notice,
and in
the column
of blue-gray,
you
will not
lose
your identity.
ghost buds
were expected
on
the trees,
its show piece
among
the uncountable
leaves,
rambling green,
do not
hesitate
to show
yourself,
your beauty
is self-evident,
but one
may disappear
without notice,
and in
the column
of blue-gray,
you
will not
lose
your identity.
#identity
#trees
#nature #LifeCycle
#nature #LifeCycle
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The Human Curse
Wants & Needs wrapped up nice with a bow....but most of the time it comes off like an overated simulated picture show....
that bleeds your body dry and traps your soul....
that bleeds your body dry and traps your soul....
#MentalHealth
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
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Journeys Around The Sun
I never wanted the wrinkles
But they are creasing
I never wanted the gray hair
But like weeds in the grass
They grow like wildfire
Aches and pains
And I get no younger
But as I take my fifty third journey
Around the sun
I unequivocally resolve
Though the beauty of my youth
Extends further and further away
The fire within burns brighter
With each new day
Fifty three is not the new twenty three
Fifty three is not the new thirty three
Fifty three is...
But they are creasing
I never wanted the gray hair
But like weeds in the grass
They grow like wildfire
Aches and pains
And I get no younger
But as I take my fifty third journey
Around the sun
I unequivocally resolve
Though the beauty of my youth
Extends further and further away
The fire within burns brighter
With each new day
Fifty three is not the new twenty three
Fifty three is not the new thirty three
Fifty three is...
#LifeCycle
#aging
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A Seagulls' View
To be a seagull
Floating
Along the silver grey sky
Clouds looming
Darkening
Yet the sullen earth
Remains dry
Yet unpredictably sly
Snaking along
In a quickening breeze
The seagull
Flaps, and flutters
As it sees what it sees
As the spilt remnants
Of discarded tourist food
Snapped up
Without so much as a thank you
Seagulls can be very rude!
by Jemia
Floating
Along the silver grey sky
Clouds looming
Darkening
Yet the sullen earth
Remains dry
Yet unpredictably sly
Snaking along
In a quickening breeze
The seagull
Flaps, and flutters
As it sees what it sees
As the spilt remnants
Of discarded tourist food
Snapped up
Without so much as a thank you
Seagulls can be very rude!
by Jemia
#birds
#clouds
#LifeCycle
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