deep poems about life

A Light You Can't See | James Diaz

- Leave a Comment

Tell me
that weeping
in your heart
is only stones
being thrown
into water
that the smashing
is how you build things
the chaotic hours
of early morning
and never arriving
a voice saying ‘walk it off’
every state of grace
fell hard before it arrived
cracked abodes
city mission under bruised light
crazy or careless
take your pick
a way out
of the bramble
a ticket home
it ain’t the end of the world
it’s just how possibility looks
bruised around the edge
and pulsing with a light
you can’t see.

Poppies | Chris Byrne

- Leave a Comment

I imagined how they smelt
When I was younger,
Innocent dreamer
Full of dreams, daring,
Did I see green fields
Abundant full of life?
I was lost, bullied
In school and at home
The burnt-out cars
Abandoned buildings
Playgrounds full of gullies
School yards full of fences
Where poppies growled
With nowhere to hide
Still they grew

The Hill | Jace Loring

- Leave a Comment

The end seems never far away
always just over the hill near
the rainbow I will pursue when
I find time and the time is right
The end is where my journey will
truly start. It is the place where
the mystery will overpower my black
blinkers and I will bolt from the cruel
man in the cart, driving me
by shrill yell and crack of mad whip,
far away from the end, so far
away from where I strain to be
When I find this slope’s sure footing
I will bolt over this hill then
gallop true toward that rainbow fast as
I am able. For I am soon
ready to begin and I am
certain the end is just over
the hill.

More at https://allpoetry.com/Jace_Loring.

Gifts of Life | Chris Byrne

- Leave a Comment

We all have a gift
Called life
That we seldom use,
We let our insecurities,
Our self-doubt, stop us
From living it to its fullest.
While we are all sadly
Somewhat scared of change, it is
Good for the mind and soul.

The Game | Chris Byrne

- Leave a Comment

Life is like a game
Of cards, sometimes
You just have to play the
Hand you’re dealt,
But no one said anything
About breaking the rules.

Pieces | Renee' Drummond-Brown

- Leave a Comment

Bit by bit
they broke me.
Shards can’t be fixed.
Shattered pieces
fragments within
parts of illusions
faced down
smiles far less than
artificial frowns.
They broke me
mid-flight.
Smithereens
fell down
restoration
can’t be found.
They broke me
can’t be fixed
itty bitty
pieces.
—–
Dedicated to 7.
—–
Renee’ Drummond-Brown, is an accomplished poetess/writer. She is a graduate of Geneva College (CUBM) with experience in creative writing. She is working on her fourth book and has numerous works published globally. Her love for creative writing is undoubtedly displayed through her very unique style of poetry. Renee’ is inspired by Dr. Maya Angelou, because of her, Renee’ pledges “Still I write, I write, and I’ll write!”

Old Songs | Nalini Priyadarshni

- Leave a Comment

Nothing ever dies
It only changes
Into something else
Like old songs
That blow gently
Into new ears
To find new meanings
—–
Nalini Priyadarshni is a high school teacher, writer and editor. Her work has appeared at numerous magazines and international anthologies including Mad Swirl, Camel Saloon, Dukool, In-flight Magazine, Poetry Breakfast, The Riveter Review, The Open Road Review and The Yellow Chair. She lives in, India with her husband and two kids.

Baseball | Natalie Bentley

- Leave a Comment

Why do they stand,
Why do they run,
Now they are brushing
the field,
Why do they wait?
I fear I will never
understand why some
games are seen
as so important.

Cliches with Credentials | Stan Morrison

- Leave a Comment

convenience is the enemy of progress
why ever fix what works all right now
self-esteem is not borrowed from others
it always emanates from within
dreams are just dreams without action
actions linger in isolation without goals
fits and starts and distractions are fatal
riches wedded to greed is the booby prize
take everything I just said and integrate it
discover what’s beyond with your heart open

Best Poetry Online