Short Poems About Life Novels & Stories

Whoever said life is not a bed of roses must have studied it critically from a broader view and successfully captured the raw factuality in a few words. Life is a chemistry set. Reactions waiting to be discovered, full of experiments and surprises. The mind must take what it is given and make best of it, never losing hope that more beauty will come.

Fast. The clacking of the keyboard and the overflowing ideas were typed on the white surface, the black letters vividly seen on the screen. Then the music matched the words and the feelings. I smiled at the words I put on, accurately matching the lyrics of the song. “If ganito lang din buhay ko, edi sana ayos lang ako” I smiled while looking at the screen.

And some in dreams assurèd were Of the Spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow. And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah! well a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung. - by ST Coleridge. *********** Hey Readers, Remember one thing in life- never lose hope. Life is short but the problems in it are heavy. But that does not mean there is no happiness. Try to find happiness in small things. Sometimes luxuries paled in front of simple actions.

SHAWNA'S POV: Life has always been cruel to me, I have lost all those who were once close to my heart. Standing here all alone. Well, they say, nobody's life is perfect and neither is that they are perfect... But guess that is how life is, like me. I am not perfect or either my life is, for me, life is now a mystery. It is always in suspense what the next morning bring for me?... LIFE... the four-letter word... it's amusing how tiny and simple it looks, but when we see it closely, it is a big wide world. It would take another novel to write it all about.

After Dunley had had a few drinks down his gullet, inspiration struck him right away, prompting him to recite a poem loudly on the spot. "From our ranks the storm and cloud unfurled; one step taken into the martial world, and time like wind drives every boy to man. Empire and power? A laugh, a passing plan. For life itself is but a drunken blur, a fleeting dream no heart can hold for sure.

she said with a light smile and opened the Poetry Anthology to the poem. ‘Coloured’ By De Wet Life starts with colour With a sort of spirit Only a child can give A parent is brightened By the mere presence the light projected But after time That colour fades Dimming Like a worn out jean A ghost Heavy and burdened Uncertain Seeking guidance Purpose Love But once found Once explored Colour returns to life And is reflected and spread

“Here he is Charlotte.” [The club speaker] “Nothing is permanent. Our passions, our loves or indeed our lives might indeed be fleeting but if while we have the chance we embrace them fully, then we can say that we have truly lived poetry. Poetry can be taught but really it should be tried, it should be tested, it should be engaged with. Take it on and allow it to change your life.” “Who is he?” Charlotte asked. “Even I don't know. It's best for people like us to not get to know everyone we encounter.”

Life is short, life is fast, No replay, No rewind, so enjoy every moment as it comes. From today on I am ready for the next chapter of my life.

This love that I shared returns to the pool for others to draw upon, spreading eternally across space and time. If this sounds like some idealistic notion, perhaps it is. But take it from my experience: life is far too short for anything but love. I was once a child, riding bicycles with my sisters, and suddenly I was saying goodbye to them. Then I had children of my own. These memories remain vivid, as if they just happened moments ago. Every moment, whether on my deathbed or on a bicycle, holds profound significance. Cherish them all with the love you are capable of sharing.

She would never go back to that, but they were grown now and she had the right to go out for a picnic and enjoy herself! “What is your problem, Sean! I didn’t intentionally upset any of you. I just got back from a life-altering event! Jack understands what I’ve been through. Have you ever been on the brink of death like that. On the side of a mountain, clinging to life? This can’t be equated to drug addiction!” Though she herself had thought them similar when she was trying to survive.