Popular Life Cycle Poems
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Chasing Butterflies
In the elusiveness of her
She is like a butterfly
Pretty to look at
But,
Hard to catch
Admires do stare
Wishing to get close
She may toy with the idea
Of allowing herself to get caught
But once you try to grab a hold
She’ll slip through your fingers
For it was just a fleeting thought
They bask at her colors
So multifaceted she is
Leaving one mesmerized
But reality comes to be
When she
Is gone with the wind
BSavvy 2022
She is like a butterfly
Pretty to look at
But,
Hard to catch
Admires do stare
Wishing to get close
She may toy with the idea
Of allowing herself to get caught
But once you try to grab a hold
She’ll slip through your fingers
For it was just a fleeting thought
They bask at her colors
So multifaceted she is
Leaving one mesmerized
But reality comes to be
When she
Is gone with the wind
BSavvy 2022
#beauty
#LifeCycle
#freedom
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Demise
Anger held out at arms reach
Most touch it just to know
That beyond each worth reaching is another pain to know
But know the all or love just one
is conciousness conceding
Consumation of ones soul
Societies first feeding
Puts the last before the next desire to keep bleeding
As all undone before it
Never ending but not being
Hard enough to hold but something bourne of natural needing
Most touch it just to know
That beyond each worth reaching is another pain to know
But know the all or love just one
is conciousness conceding
Consumation of ones soul
Societies first feeding
Puts the last before the next desire to keep bleeding
As all undone before it
Never ending but not being
Hard enough to hold but something bourne of natural needing
#LifeCycle
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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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limbo makes its own symphony
Coins drop
birds squawk
rain falls
a poisoned cockroach
limps across the cold tiled floor
before finding death underneath
a hard sole
Crumbs collect in kitchen corners
dirty dishes pile precariously
in a constant state of waiting
food goes uneaten
the fridge starts to smell
There's three bags of rubbish
waiting to go outside
and unrecycled cardboard
strewn across the floor
accidental death rugs
pressed down with foot shaped indents
Dust collects everywhere
and...
birds squawk
rain falls
a poisoned cockroach
limps across the cold tiled floor
before finding death underneath
a hard sole
Crumbs collect in kitchen corners
dirty dishes pile precariously
in a constant state of waiting
food goes uneaten
the fridge starts to smell
There's three bags of rubbish
waiting to go outside
and unrecycled cardboard
strewn across the floor
accidental death rugs
pressed down with foot shaped indents
Dust collects everywhere
and...
#LifeCycle
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
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Why
Watching fields of the highest cirrus,
Overrun with the dawn of light,
Throw cascading shadows,
Through branches,
To settle here,
Within the shelter of a broken night.
I rise and drift,
Across the bay,
Through the day.
Through the waves of willow flowers,
Beneath the scatterings of finches.
Through tide after tide,
Passage after passage.
Each blurring moves,
Bits of life,
This way and that.
Easing the pressure,
Easing the strife,
Making space and more,
Creating,
A place.
For pending life...
Overrun with the dawn of light,
Throw cascading shadows,
Through branches,
To settle here,
Within the shelter of a broken night.
I rise and drift,
Across the bay,
Through the day.
Through the waves of willow flowers,
Beneath the scatterings of finches.
Through tide after tide,
Passage after passage.
Each blurring moves,
Bits of life,
This way and that.
Easing the pressure,
Easing the strife,
Making space and more,
Creating,
A place.
For pending life...
#LifeCycle
#NaPoWriMo2024
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To The Ends
maybe in the end is where we reach clarity
anger
depression
whatever emotions may be
perhaps it’s the fire we feel burning through
the resolution
and resolve
the final door when we find the key
I won’t pretend to know
or at least guess the answer
all I understand is that…
accepting one’s fate may be the hardest thing
because all we can do is watch
when others take on a journey to the stars
after they receive their wings
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anger
depression
whatever emotions may be
perhaps it’s the fire we feel burning through
the resolution
and resolve
the final door when we find the key
I won’t pretend to know
or at least guess the answer
all I understand is that…
accepting one’s fate may be the hardest thing
because all we can do is watch
when others take on a journey to the stars
after they receive their wings
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80 Total
#acceptance
#death
#grief #LifeCycle
#grief #LifeCycle
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the truth....
"dreams" are scripted.... the "waking world" is scripted.... autonomy is an illusion.... escape is an illusion.... what are we going to do? where are we going to go? everything "off script" is "impromptu"- which is nothing more than a script within a script....
guess that's that "third eye" talk. "waking up" from sleep is never the same....as soon as one opens ones' eyes- it's this feeling of "welcome back" to the "hunger games...."
guess that's that "third eye" talk. "waking up" from sleep is never the same....as soon as one opens ones' eyes- it's this feeling of "welcome back" to the "hunger games...."
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
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this is a dying poem
we can only hope
the mess
calling themselves
your parents, mentioned
that you're dying
yes, we all end up dead
some people
stay married through it
others don't
some do it
holding hands with love
others never experience
the emotion
there will be those
who dance through it
while many will
never have heard
the music
move their body
you'll find the types ...
the mess
calling themselves
your parents, mentioned
that you're dying
yes, we all end up dead
some people
stay married through it
others don't
some do it
holding hands with love
others never experience
the emotion
there will be those
who dance through it
while many will
never have heard
the music
move their body
you'll find the types ...
#death
#LifeCycle
#rebirth
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