Poems about Life poems

The Lotus- Sermon Of HeartTHE LOTUS _ Sermon of Heart(Love Lyric)From the bough of immortal tree,flower of endless root and beauty,The state of mind the wordless shore,The shadowy moon a

Cradle to CosmosLong ago with a trembling handdid I hold the hand of my mother,Heart was Warm with thedream of blissful days,Colourful were the daysfor Unknown Mystery ahead,Cosmic bli

My Little Source of JoyThe Sun rises and the Moon blooms,Flowers dance and celebrate for me,Day comes and goes,Night is ever peaceful,It is soothing always like musicwhen air blows a

RetreatedI will come back to my self,Not by reformation,Or to make change the simple law,But to see life face to face without illusion,Every dying moment will bringthe whis

Life is an unbearable PainWhen life is on the western sky,Breath with suspended calmness,Every small thing appears to be calling,The call from the unknown shore,A tiny bloom and the mighty

And so my poem begins as life as lower classwaking up to see the clouds dark and the summers coldwishing to change wishing to make a differencebut i have nothing in life not even anythingadmir

(1) Your family(2) Your environment(3) Education(science &Spirituality) (4) The arts(5) Culture A poetics of a 21st century contemporary worldAuthor: Nyein Way

Life is stupid, life is dumbLife is cruel, and devious to someSee the steeple, hear the bellI speak of religion, short of which I've fellFeel the beggars sorrow and his painSee the crippled limpi

Life, what is life really about? what is are reason for living? we live to love, we love to livelife is sweet, life is shortso why do we love to live for hurt so why do we live to love for hurtl

Sometimes I attempt to climb laddersSometimes I hold pee in my bladderAnd there are days I feel exhaustedAlmost like I have been combustedBut Life is LifeIt doesn't really matterIt will carry o

Isn't this life is likethis frozen ice on the leaves, it will fall drop by droplike our age leaving everything behind.Author: Mohammed Asim Nehal

Death no wonder its endless inferiority known to us all wonder is life because we yet not know the possibilities yet to be exposed death now simply a station where a stop will blot a presenc