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.
Cradle Stories
Step right up, the circus glows,
underneath the striped big top it shows.
Dancers twirl, the clowns all grin.
A roaring crowd, a world within.
But hush now, hush, the wind is strong,
something feels so very wrong.
The shadows stretch, the lights turn dim,
the merry tune sounds cracked and grim.
The tent it shivers, walls so tight,
a whisper crawls into the night.
And in the dark, with bated breath,
a voice calls out but nothing’s left.
So close your eyes, don’t make a sound,
the circus sleeps beneath...
underneath the striped big top it shows.
Dancers twirl, the clowns all grin.
A roaring crowd, a world within.
But hush now, hush, the wind is strong,
something feels so very wrong.
The shadows stretch, the lights turn dim,
the merry tune sounds cracked and grim.
The tent it shivers, walls so tight,
a whisper crawls into the night.
And in the dark, with bated breath,
a voice calls out but nothing’s left.
So close your eyes, don’t make a sound,
the circus sleeps beneath...
#LifeCycle
#mirror
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My Hardware Life - 1
Ding, ding!
customer drives in
to pickup heavy, bulky,
generally unwieldy
already purchased merchandise
I manage the muscle men
tasked with hefting
countless, fifty-pound bags of cement
twenty-five-pound bags of rock salt
and lighter bags of stuff for gardening
redwood compost, potting soil, additives to condition your dirt
one must be careful to carry the pungent manures,
steer and more odiferous chicken at arm's-length
so you don't risk spending
the rest of your day
wearing a super smelly shirt
customer drives in
to pickup heavy, bulky,
generally unwieldy
already purchased merchandise
I manage the muscle men
tasked with hefting
countless, fifty-pound bags of cement
twenty-five-pound bags of rock salt
and lighter bags of stuff for gardening
redwood compost, potting soil, additives to condition your dirt
one must be careful to carry the pungent manures,
steer and more odiferous chicken at arm's-length
so you don't risk spending
the rest of your day
wearing a super smelly shirt
#happiness
#job
#learning
#LifeCycle
#PersonalGrowth
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This morning I signed onto starsrite.com before DUP ...
I wanted to see how it felt
And you know what ?
It felt good ....
And you know what ?
It felt good ....
#home
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#TruthOfLife
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15 million merits(inspired by black mirror)
"appointed" judges at the foot of a stage- judging away; everyday people at times barking at each other or more or less disconnected- while engaged in pedaling uphill towards a higher pedestal for the sake of a "safer" space....
how big of an illusion would you like? I guess since I'm here by circumstances- I may as well pedal for my life.... for illusions that i like- for luxuries and guilty pleasures too(no one is a "saint" including me....)
everyone is doing it.... for...
how big of an illusion would you like? I guess since I'm here by circumstances- I may as well pedal for my life.... for illusions that i like- for luxuries and guilty pleasures too(no one is a "saint" including me....)
everyone is doing it.... for...
#escape
#honesty
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
#TruthOfLife
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endless cycle of delusion and pain....
humankind is and has always been, and always will be its own worst enemy.... everyone's a "dreamer" from the most simplest things to the most complicated or outlandish things-a conditional, fleeting luxury one could have....
no one actually "loses" or "wins"- but that's the "twisted game" of nature along with "favoritism".... game of "enemies" and "friends"- while everyone's throat is a potential sacrifice in someone's else's eyes- to...
no one actually "loses" or "wins"- but that's the "twisted game" of nature along with "favoritism".... game of "enemies" and "friends"- while everyone's throat is a potential sacrifice in someone's else's eyes- to...
#humankind
#LifeCycle
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"spirituality "
I've been raised to go to "church" the entirety of my childhood life; in hindsight- one would say it's all misguided rituals and forced fed cultlike vibes....
from the moment the mind develops enough to question why- everything under the sun will be criticized....
I'm no one's teacher- I'm not trying to be anything close.... I wake up throughout the days, afternoons, and nights thinking about how shallow all this fluff and puff stuff is they've barbwired into the human mind....
every living...
from the moment the mind develops enough to question why- everything under the sun will be criticized....
I'm no one's teacher- I'm not trying to be anything close.... I wake up throughout the days, afternoons, and nights thinking about how shallow all this fluff and puff stuff is they've barbwired into the human mind....
every living...
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
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Until we meet again
Until we meet again I will always continue to believe in my faith and beliefs, for I was one of those who were chosen to be able to be his spiritual soldier, his most strongest soldier that will never bend to the deepness of the outside world 🌎 For sure I was one of the chosen one, that he felt compelled to carry the torch of honor and dignity, as his most strongest soldier to
always stand and fight, for what is right against what is wrong. To share with others my own trials and tribulations of strength, and energy and determination and perseverance of my own hurt and pain that...
always stand and fight, for what is right against what is wrong. To share with others my own trials and tribulations of strength, and energy and determination and perseverance of my own hurt and pain that...
#honesty
#kindness
#LifeCycle
#sacrifice
#spiritual
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underneath it all....
what "possess" one to want what is seemingly forever out of reach?- are we as human beings but a collective of olive branches rested underneath an olive tree?
is appetite but a curse to most yet a "gift" to those who find the means to feed-temporarily? so it seems- which leads to reoccuring echos within hallways of the mind- full of horrid screams- so to speak; what painting of horror, drama, comedy- with an unseen-unknown "director" not yelling,"action".... surreal indeed....
is appetite but a curse to most yet a "gift" to those who find the means to feed-temporarily? so it seems- which leads to reoccuring echos within hallways of the mind- full of horrid screams- so to speak; what painting of horror, drama, comedy- with an unseen-unknown "director" not yelling,"action".... surreal indeed....
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
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storylines
generations of the future- are the reboot of the previous past shoot; what is "life"?- according to the naked eye- it's a loop; perhaps all of this is a simulation- a simulation, that one(whomever) more or less awakens in more or less terror and or fascination- awareness yet anxiety of one's and others' animation-because "you" could say or do what ever you want to.... but
it's a loop- a loop that ends later or soon; what we call a bar now used to be a saloon; but a loop is a loop all the same; how should one truly feel in this simulated game?...
it's a loop- a loop that ends later or soon; what we call a bar now used to be a saloon; but a loop is a loop all the same; how should one truly feel in this simulated game?...
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
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Life taught me that
When I was a little girl,
I always dreamt of passing through the clouds
Whether it was by plane or simply flying.
With my feet grounded on the earth,
Looking up at the sky
The clouds seemed like bliss
Soft pillows of peace
And calm
I'd imagine it would be smooth sailing
Across the horizon
Now that I'm older
and I've travelled through the clouds,
They're nothing like I had imagined
No longer do I desire
To pass through clouds
Whether by plane or simply flying.
With my feet off the ground,
Me in the sky...
I always dreamt of passing through the clouds
Whether it was by plane or simply flying.
With my feet grounded on the earth,
Looking up at the sky
The clouds seemed like bliss
Soft pillows of peace
And calm
I'd imagine it would be smooth sailing
Across the horizon
Now that I'm older
and I've travelled through the clouds,
They're nothing like I had imagined
No longer do I desire
To pass through clouds
Whether by plane or simply flying.
With my feet off the ground,
Me in the sky...
#LifeCycle
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When We Cross
I’m often amazed at the insightful musings of others
Not just in their intellect
But also in the spiritual sense of being and understanding
As if clarity has been achieved through the obstacles they’ve faced
Perception comes at different times and different levels
Especially when we’re caught up in those moments of unity
Poetry seems to capture it perfectly
Making our journey through this human experience
That much more fantastic
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70 Total
Not just in their intellect
But also in the spiritual sense of being and understanding
As if clarity has been achieved through the obstacles they’ve faced
Perception comes at different times and different levels
Especially when we’re caught up in those moments of unity
Poetry seems to capture it perfectly
Making our journey through this human experience
That much more fantastic
60 Unique Words
70 Total
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#love
#SelfReflection
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a deeper look into my mind
what's my "favorite" thing to do during my "alone time"?; I like to play the sims 4 often; fascinated with a simulated world where you could build everyone up- and will them to all get along.... to have little to no burdens- and bonds that are forever strong....
"me" a "creation" playing "creator" in a sense- creating not a perfect but an ideal version of "real life" within an open world virtual reality.... where everyone is friendly;
where the "world" is...
"me" a "creation" playing "creator" in a sense- creating not a perfect but an ideal version of "real life" within an open world virtual reality.... where everyone is friendly;
where the "world" is...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
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