Life Poems

Life is no easy thing to explain. What is our purpose? Why do we do what we do? There are no easy answers to these questions, but this does not make us stop contemplating the answers. Life can be so fleeting, here one day, gone the next. We can both create life, and take it away. We must do all that we can to live our lives to the full. Enjoy each day as it comes because we never know when it will all come to an end. This might not be the true meaning of life, but it is the only way to live it.

Poems About Life

Life Poems: 1/27
Anger, Rage, Fury… And All That Good Stuff
I wrote this poem because I was having a hard time with my anger issues.

Anger is a big fiery sign that says, “Stop! Danger!”
Lights flash, sirens sound, paying attention is no need,
Although warnings stop and stare, I pay them no heed.
The burning red danger sign to me is no new stranger.

My cruel anger continues to build, higher and higher.
So blistering hot and intense, out of my skin it bleeds.
Burning friends with sour flame, we sin an evil deed.
I cannot control myself I explode to the hottest fire.

I hurt the friend who softly reprimanded and corrected.
I am on the verge of sharing my sinful and crazy wrath,
With the sibling who just ruined my anticipated hot bath.
Too late, to him my quick uppercut of rage connects.

Anger makes me feel from this Earth, disconnected,
But the Lord will guide me back to the right path.