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.
StoryTeller
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:34pm
Yesterday 8:34pm
I am still here
Beat me bloody and bruised,
Tear me to shreds,
Gouge my eyes,
Cut my hair.
But no matter what you do,
I am still here.
The vultures!
They swarm me terribly.
Waiting,
Watching.
Those damn vultures want me dead.
You,
You want this day for me as well.
You all watch and wait,
The vultures you are.
You shall wait longer, ravenous birds,
For I, am still here,
I am standing.
Your words may break my mind,
Your blows may break my bones,
And yet,
My heart is beating, ...
Tear me to shreds,
Gouge my eyes,
Cut my hair.
But no matter what you do,
I am still here.
The vultures!
They swarm me terribly.
Waiting,
Watching.
Those damn vultures want me dead.
You,
You want this day for me as well.
You all watch and wait,
The vultures you are.
You shall wait longer, ravenous birds,
For I, am still here,
I am standing.
Your words may break my mind,
Your blows may break my bones,
And yet,
My heart is beating, ...
#anger
#power
#LifeCycle
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StoryTeller
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:19pm
Yesterday 8:19pm
you should love me
unresponsive love,
from the one who is supposed to love me.
mom,
why am I not good enough?
what have I done to you?
why?
when I was younger you loved me,
tucked me in,
told me you were proud of me,
you treated me kindly.
now that I am older you detest me,
insult me,
belittle me,
treat me as a burden.
shouldn't you love me?
shouldn't you at least try?
make an effort?
something?
you should love me.
please.
from the one who is supposed to love me.
mom,
why am I not good enough?
what have I done to you?
why?
when I was younger you loved me,
tucked me in,
told me you were proud of me,
you treated me kindly.
now that I am older you detest me,
insult me,
belittle me,
treat me as a burden.
shouldn't you love me?
shouldn't you at least try?
make an effort?
something?
you should love me.
please.
#depression
#LifeCycle
#hurt
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FeNyX
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2019 7:32pm
22nd Feb 2019 7:32pm
Old Rusty
I pried and coaxed and leveraged and grunted
I couldn't get the damn thing open
Not rusted or broken but shiny and new
Finally with resounding roar it flew open fully
And stuck ... bearing slights and injuries
Full attacks and weathering rust stickiness
Loads of abuse from within and without
For years and years until in the tumult of Life
It fell behind and I left it somewhere precious
I happened to see it again the other day
Like an old friend that you wish would've stayed
The pain and anguish faded and a tear replaced...
I couldn't get the damn thing open
Not rusted or broken but shiny and new
Finally with resounding roar it flew open fully
And stuck ... bearing slights and injuries
Full attacks and weathering rust stickiness
Loads of abuse from within and without
For years and years until in the tumult of Life
It fell behind and I left it somewhere precious
I happened to see it again the other day
Like an old friend that you wish would've stayed
The pain and anguish faded and a tear replaced...
#love
#heartbroken
#LifeCycle
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2019 4:45pm
22nd Feb 2019 4:45pm
Bad Allegory for Poets, Poetry, Poems (Poots, Pootree, Pooms)
The poets are Gone, as if
t h e y never were. Poems all
hollowly
writ in empty space
(the only truth),
where the pain of Being
in this way of raw flesh & crazed psyche
flooding Our Poor Little Mind with great constructs
of magical d'lusion gets it's way with each spin
of...
t h e y never were. Poems all
hollowly
writ in empty space
(the only truth),
where the pain of Being
in this way of raw flesh & crazed psyche
flooding Our Poor Little Mind with great constructs
of magical d'lusion gets it's way with each spin
of...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeGoals
#WritingPoetry
#LifeCycle
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FeNyX
Poem Published
21st Feb 2019 7:35pm
21st Feb 2019 7:35pm
NObody Cares For Poetry Anymore ...
No young Girls Told when Questing Minds Emerge ...
The Man you Want is The One with Your Poetry Written on His Soul ...
How will I Know? You will Read it in His Eyes ...
The Same for Boys but Boys Never ask ... and Hardly ever see ...
Such Divine Sacred Beauty ...
The Man you Want is The One with Your Poetry Written on His Soul ...
How will I Know? You will Read it in His Eyes ...
The Same for Boys but Boys Never ask ... and Hardly ever see ...
Such Divine Sacred Beauty ...
#love
#relationships
#romantic #LifeCycle
#romantic #LifeCycle
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BluntHonestMel
Poem Published
20th Feb 2019 12:59pm
20th Feb 2019 12:59pm
Mourning Thoughts
Information is relative
Like Tribes scattered in Babylon
Faith divided in nations
To forever imbalance the equation of faith
The race was lost long before
The blood, the gore, the wars
This ward, is plagued
So we self medicate
With anything that gives us a ‘high’
Lust
Money
Substance
Where does peace lie?
In lies...
Where is freedom?
Inside
As the world revolves around the sun
The “sol”.
One became two
Half became whole
Mind and Spirit split
Marry...
Like Tribes scattered in Babylon
Faith divided in nations
To forever imbalance the equation of faith
The race was lost long before
The blood, the gore, the wars
This ward, is plagued
So we self medicate
With anything that gives us a ‘high’
Lust
Money
Substance
Where does peace lie?
In lies...
Where is freedom?
Inside
As the world revolves around the sun
The “sol”.
One became two
Half became whole
Mind and Spirit split
Marry...
#love
#grief
#death
#peace
#LifeCycle
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Hellarchy
Poem Published
20th Feb 2019 12:02pm
20th Feb 2019 12:02pm
Kindergarten
Leaves are falling everywhere
Sometimes they land in people's hair
But I watch for the falling leaves
As they fly through the cool breeze"
It was autumn
I wrote my teacher a poem
In Kindergarten
My first poem, only four lines
Foreshadowing who I was to become
I thought I was clever then
I think I'm clever now
Yet I can't even find words to rhyme
Or any rhythm in these lines
What have I done to my brain?
Always seeking a high
Have a drink
Hit the pipe
Light a cig
Rinse and...
Sometimes they land in people's hair
But I watch for the falling leaves
As they fly through the cool breeze"
It was autumn
I wrote my teacher a poem
In Kindergarten
My first poem, only four lines
Foreshadowing who I was to become
I thought I was clever then
I think I'm clever now
Yet I can't even find words to rhyme
Or any rhythm in these lines
What have I done to my brain?
Always seeking a high
Have a drink
Hit the pipe
Light a cig
Rinse and...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#LifeCycle
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HowlingWhelms
Noire
Noire
Poem Published
20th Feb 2019 7:20am
20th Feb 2019 7:20am
the colour of rust and viridescent tinges
i'd walked for miles, looking
for home.. helixes of the
forest floor held me together,
..on the edge of the map...
my feet are cool, resistant to
running
it was like aged bourbon,
storms, stars, beginnings,
fire and endings, and ocean
all poured into a glass
am a moving piece on karma’s
Chess board of the universe,
unlearning to learn how
..again..
the shadow of trust cast its
words across my breasts
in monogrammed acronyms ...
for home.. helixes of the
forest floor held me together,
..on the edge of the map...
my feet are cool, resistant to
running
it was like aged bourbon,
storms, stars, beginnings,
fire and endings, and ocean
all poured into a glass
am a moving piece on karma’s
Chess board of the universe,
unlearning to learn how
..again..
the shadow of trust cast its
words across my breasts
in monogrammed acronyms ...
#strength
#nature
#fate #LifeCycle
#fate #LifeCycle
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FeNyX
Poem Published
19th Feb 2019 7:03pm
19th Feb 2019 7:03pm
Sacred Languages
To Talk To a Woman ... a real Woman
One must Speak Sincerely and From the Heart
If one gets Very Lucky She will open Hers and then ...
You Both may Speak Heart To Heart ...
Over Time you may eventually even speak Soul to Soul ...
Definitely the best of all types of communication ...
Save for the Unspoken language Between two Lovers
Best when Together for a Long Time and Still So ...
Always the best of Goals Between Two Blessed Beings in Sacred Love of Their Lives ...
Bless and Love ...
One must Speak Sincerely and From the Heart
If one gets Very Lucky She will open Hers and then ...
You Both may Speak Heart To Heart ...
Over Time you may eventually even speak Soul to Soul ...
Definitely the best of all types of communication ...
Save for the Unspoken language Between two Lovers
Best when Together for a Long Time and Still So ...
Always the best of Goals Between Two Blessed Beings in Sacred Love of Their Lives ...
Bless and Love ...
#love
#LifeGoals
#LifeCycle
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theEgoEffect
Barona
Barona
Poem Published
19th Feb 2019 6:19pm
19th Feb 2019 6:19pm
karma
it only makes sense
what goes around comes around
fuck you, then fuck me
•
what goes around comes around
fuck you, then fuck me
•
#LifeCycle
59 reads
4 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
19th Feb 2019 10:47am
19th Feb 2019 10:47am
Un-synced
After ... I feel unwelcome and alien
In the temple where we worshiped
I feel a stranger to the very walls and rooms
Where we consummated so much synced
My very presence feels invasive disturbing
The wild beasts existence only, threatening
Or am I just uncomfortable in my own skin
Now that once again I am Un-synced
In the temple where we worshiped
I feel a stranger to the very walls and rooms
Where we consummated so much synced
My very presence feels invasive disturbing
The wild beasts existence only, threatening
Or am I just uncomfortable in my own skin
Now that once again I am Un-synced
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
#hurt
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cabcool
Poem Published
19th Feb 2019 5:04am
19th Feb 2019 5:04am
metamorphosis
The end is in the beginning.” (T.S. Eliot)
some place to rest my legs
where i can spawn my pregnant eggs
an underleaf will do
where burning sun cannot pierce through
my ovum flush
is marvelous
my motherhood is prime
sleep, little ones
i’ve got to run
my wings are bound by time
five sleeping days is all
that we can spare before the call
for larvae cannot be
confined without catastrophe ...
some place to rest my legs
where i can spawn my pregnant eggs
an underleaf will do
where burning sun cannot pierce through
my ovum flush
is marvelous
my motherhood is prime
sleep, little ones
i’ve got to run
my wings are bound by time
five sleeping days is all
that we can spare before the call
for larvae cannot be
confined without catastrophe ...
#butterfly
#nature
#LifeCycle
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