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.
Lazy_Dead
.Julia.
.Julia.
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:21am
Yesterday 00:21am
Sink or Risk
Visual Poem
Journey down roads
paved by chance.
Requiring faithfully ignited
first steps.
Persevering through dark,
ominous hallways,
Illuminated by hope’s
faint, distant beckoning.
Intimately dancing with Lady Luck,
amongst scattered, unforeseen
landmines.
Ultimate costs, benefits
unknown.
Dare avoid taking risk’s gamble?
Remain
grasped
by
Fear’s
...
Journey down roads
paved by chance.
Requiring faithfully ignited
first steps.
Persevering through dark,
ominous hallways,
Illuminated by hope’s
faint, distant beckoning.
Intimately dancing with Lady Luck,
amongst scattered, unforeseen
landmines.
Ultimate costs, benefits
unknown.
Dare avoid taking risk’s gamble?
Remain
grasped
by
Fear’s
...
#hope
#TruthOfLife
#LifeCycle
#risk
#fear
27 reads
6 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:21pm
Yesterday 10:21pm
echo chamber
echoes bouncing off the walls, throughout the halls; inside one's bulb; another log into the fog; pretending not to care at all;
of the effects and every cause; playing out while one's on pause; if only sleeping through the headaches, could make the problems all dissolve
until it's solved; the nightmare fades; as nature calls you out a sleep that felt so real, but not at all....
of the effects and every cause; playing out while one's on pause; if only sleeping through the headaches, could make the problems all dissolve
until it's solved; the nightmare fades; as nature calls you out a sleep that felt so real, but not at all....
#spiritual
#rhyming
#MentalHealth
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
11 reads
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
30th May 2020 3:16am
30th May 2020 3:16am
Pointillism Gone Awry, Then, Gone a'Bad
Do (doodoodoo) eye have a point
in this that eye
(or any eye-absurd),
(can see?).....
Ab'surd! Ab'surd ! the Dada dances, wit
mosta his
make'up
dripping down his chin........what
in the Whirlled ?!!
Time is never noticeable on The Moon's
...
in this that eye
(or any eye-absurd),
(can see?).....
Ab'surd! Ab'surd ! the Dada dances, wit
mosta his
make'up
dripping down his chin........what
in the Whirlled ?!!
Time is never noticeable on The Moon's
...
#soldiers
#death
#LifeCycle
#sports
#rebellion
22 reads
5 Comments
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
30th May 2020 00:02am
30th May 2020 00:02am
Life in a day
drawings
smudged together
mixed colours
spilled on pallette
children unformed
wishes unfulfilled
cautions
as picked guitars
strummed
strings vibrations
held in hands
choked sounds
standing
at line's end
head hung low
shadows lengthen
evening draws nigh
end greetings
smudged together
mixed colours
spilled on pallette
children unformed
wishes unfulfilled
cautions
as picked guitars
strummed
strings vibrations
held in hands
choked sounds
standing
at line's end
head hung low
shadows lengthen
evening draws nigh
end greetings
#regret
#LifeCycle
24 reads
8 Comments
youngpoetdreams
Poem Published
29th May 2020 4:48pm
29th May 2020 4:48pm
Behind blind eyes
Behind blind eyes I see the light
Where no man dares to walk, amongst the angels as they sing and as they dance
Behind blind eyes I see the light,
No more suffering in sight
Come wash away all of your sin in the acid rains heading in
Your skin peeling back, your blood running thin and drowning out your voice
There's nothing left inside this void
I'll let you say goodbye
Behind blind eyes you'll see the light and your soul will realign
These fingertips are cold and stale as they hold you in your fear
Consciousness is ripped from your thoughts...
Where no man dares to walk, amongst the angels as they sing and as they dance
Behind blind eyes I see the light,
No more suffering in sight
Come wash away all of your sin in the acid rains heading in
Your skin peeling back, your blood running thin and drowning out your voice
There's nothing left inside this void
I'll let you say goodbye
Behind blind eyes you'll see the light and your soul will realign
These fingertips are cold and stale as they hold you in your fear
Consciousness is ripped from your thoughts...
#death
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
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0 Comments
Crazontheinside
Bumped 29th May 2020 7:27am
27th Feb 2020 1:48am
27th Feb 2020 1:48am
There Is...
Let’s Paint a Picture...I’ll capture your mind
A dirty river ahead, such beauty resonates,
Echoing peace it gives off in the distance.
An inspiring, powerful song you take in;
with such a moving tune that makes you want to dance.
A mysterious, ominous pathway
who show strength and courage to walk on through,
rays of light off beautys sunset, colors fading off the wind,
shining through its natures meadow, beauty we can all relate too.
A child neglected, covered in marks and abrasions,
deprived of love and warmth....
A dirty river ahead, such beauty resonates,
Echoing peace it gives off in the distance.
An inspiring, powerful song you take in;
with such a moving tune that makes you want to dance.
A mysterious, ominous pathway
who show strength and courage to walk on through,
rays of light off beautys sunset, colors fading off the wind,
shining through its natures meadow, beauty we can all relate too.
A child neglected, covered in marks and abrasions,
deprived of love and warmth....
#beauty
#nature
#uplifting #LifeCycle
#uplifting #LifeCycle
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0 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
29th May 2020 00:04am
29th May 2020 00:04am
sitting in a place ran mad
the heart calms down in its own time; if peace is what it seeks to find; the mind, complex in its design; absorbing everything in sight;
the rushing tides; and all the signs; signatured on dotted lines; sitting in a place ran mad; to get rest in a place that grinds the wheels until the "end of time"
the rushing tides; and all the signs; signatured on dotted lines; sitting in a place ran mad; to get rest in a place that grinds the wheels until the "end of time"
#peace
#MentalHealth
#LifeCycle #philosophical
#LifeCycle #philosophical
22 reads
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
27th May 2020 12:23pm
27th May 2020 12:23pm
Sweet Relief
There's a fork in the road
And a fork of the tongue.
Woe is the old soul
That still aches to be young.
Futures casting their lot
All vying to be the lord of life.
Dressed in their designer best,
Who has the right story for the right price?
This game is dragging onward.
My body puts on a smile,
But my spirit is already heavy.
Reluctantly looking on the stretch of another mile.
Please make it stop.
And a fork of the tongue.
Woe is the old soul
That still aches to be young.
Futures casting their lot
All vying to be the lord of life.
Dressed in their designer best,
Who has the right story for the right price?
This game is dragging onward.
My body puts on a smile,
But my spirit is already heavy.
Reluctantly looking on the stretch of another mile.
Please make it stop.
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual #LifeCycle
#spiritual #LifeCycle
33 reads
1 Comment
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
26th May 2020 4:52am
26th May 2020 4:52am
THE FLIRT
You know the flirt
Is a good one
If you feel guided
By the invisible hand
Of the muse
Designer of love
Enabler of passion
Dispenser of devotion
And devastation
Is a good one
If you feel guided
By the invisible hand
Of the muse
Designer of love
Enabler of passion
Dispenser of devotion
And devastation
#lust
#MyInspiration
#LifeCycle
38 reads
7 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
25th May 2020 11:19pm
25th May 2020 11:19pm
Our Little Shack
Boo do you remember the little one bedroom shack
Over by the boarding house down by the tracks
We spent hours on end stuffing newspaper into the cracks
In the middle of winter bracing the cold back
Things got a little better, we got a home with gutters
But remember our shack, it was so cold, even when we were mad we still had to cuddle
Now we have central heat and air, along with a roof that doesn't leak
Now we go weeks on end and shit we barely speak
Remember those long cold walks to the market
Now we each have a car and...
Over by the boarding house down by the tracks
We spent hours on end stuffing newspaper into the cracks
In the middle of winter bracing the cold back
Things got a little better, we got a home with gutters
But remember our shack, it was so cold, even when we were mad we still had to cuddle
Now we have central heat and air, along with a roof that doesn't leak
Now we go weeks on end and shit we barely speak
Remember those long cold walks to the market
Now we each have a car and...
#love
#lover
#LifeCycle
38 reads
4 Comments
Lazy_Dead
.Julia.
.Julia.
Poem Published
24th May 2020 6:51am
24th May 2020 6:51am
Nature
Decades prior,
a lonesome, delicate,
flower sprouted.
Spring’s intentional gift.
Mother Nature,
prognostically planting her prodigy
amongst the base
of a sturdy oak tree.
As a test of fate and will.
For time would only tell,
If the flower would simply
wither away or
uncover her hidden potential
and bloom
Forever cast in the shadows
of the tree’s overwhelming shade.
Rarely to...
a lonesome, delicate,
flower sprouted.
Spring’s intentional gift.
Mother Nature,
prognostically planting her prodigy
amongst the base
of a sturdy oak tree.
As a test of fate and will.
For time would only tell,
If the flower would simply
wither away or
uncover her hidden potential
and bloom
Forever cast in the shadows
of the tree’s overwhelming shade.
Rarely to...
#LifeStruggles
#inspirational
#LifeCycle #SelfDiscovery
#LifeCycle #SelfDiscovery
85 reads
24 Comments
Eerie
Poem Published
24th May 2020 2:27am
24th May 2020 2:27am
Dandelion (A Study of Self)
a turbulent
sea of
vibrant,
yellow florets
grow with
natural dissipation
they never
consider that
some
find them to
be a blight upon
the civilized
palate-
an irksome weed
requiring
annihilation
despite this notion
of noxious
impropriety, there
lies a genus of
prescriptive
healing
properties
the seedhead,
a magic
wish maker, is
cunning in its
defiance- a
light wisp of
breath
scatters the
tiny pods ...
sea of
vibrant,
yellow florets
grow with
natural dissipation
they never
consider that
some
find them to
be a blight upon
the civilized
palate-
an irksome weed
requiring
annihilation
despite this notion
of noxious
impropriety, there
lies a genus of
prescriptive
healing
properties
the seedhead,
a magic
wish maker, is
cunning in its
defiance- a
light wisp of
breath
scatters the
tiny pods ...
#flowers
#nature
#LifeCycle
#metaphor
#SelfWorth
75 reads
11 Comments
DU Poetry : Cycle of Life Poems
