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Life Poems

Life is a journey we all must take, filled with precious moments, joyful experiences, and lessons learned. Our collection of life poems features works exploring the human experience’s beauty and complexity.
From the fleeting nature of existence to the profound changes that shape our lives, our poets capture what it means to live a meaningful life. Whether it’s the growth and change that comes with age or the simple pleasures of everyday existence, our poems celebrate the beauty and transience of life.
But life is not just a journey; it’s also a celebration. Our collection features works that explore how we can celebrate life, from small moments of joy to grand celebrations of milestones and achievements.
Explore poems about life to discover existence’s beauty and meaning and celebrate the human condition in all its complexity.

  • walking down the ocean beach, hand in hand, sunlight glistening on the waves, we laughed and lazed around, like new lovers on a first date; as we hold each other…

  • as the sun filters through the curtains, the day breaks with all pomp and glory, i will find a way through the dust and chaos, i promise myself as i…

  • the darkness kept creeping in, i was powerless to do anything, my mind was in a million other things, confused and clueless about it all; i am climbing walls (of…

  • watching the rain drops from the window in the backdrop of the slow moving traffic that seems to have come to a grinding halt my life has become a constant…

  • time never stops and it never slows, the earth rotates non-stop waiting for none, today becomes yesterday, tomorrow becomes today, all in a matter of few hours; looking around, everyone…

  • Here we are, in a predicament like never before, my life has a mind on it own, twisting and turning, unable to follow one path! i have tried to steer…

  • standing at the edge, with the chaos of darkness behind me and the warmth of the light infront me, i am struggling to find my way; i have fought my…

  • Try as I might words don’t come out all these things inside the pen refuses to write; All my dreams of yesterday are just a touch away my wings are…

  •   upon cold (or warm) night i lay to sleep closing my weary eyes, into the dream my wandering soul escapes far away from the madness of life; drifting into…

  • an empty feeling, rising slowly from the bowels of the deep, as it creeps and crawls it’s way to the mind, life is a race, a race run every single…