Poems on Life
selected by Jennifer Carden
Hello. My name is Jennifer Carden aka Temptress. When
asked to find some poetry on the subject of life, I began to wonder what kind of poetry I
could include. The search led me in many different directions. I found numerous poems that
could have readily helped me define or describe the different aspects and views of life. I
had to narrow it down to four poems, and chose the ones below to share with you all. You
can find more work by these poets at the Passionate Forums section of the Passions in
Passions in Poetry
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|I chose this poem by Marge Tindal because it
reminds me of the daily life and thoughts of a poet. It also makes me think of my belief
that there is poetry in everything. For more of Marge's poems, check out the this link: http://members.xoom.com/ohcatlady/marge.htm
by Marge Tindal
|The sun goes down
The moon comes up
I drink my fill
from poetic cup
A laugh ~ a smile
a tear ~ a sigh
One more heart-felt lullaby
On star wished in deepest sigh
beckoning love to come
Folding dreams in satin pillows
until the morning dawns
The moon goes down
The sun comes up
Sweetened is my morning cup
overflowing with poetic sup
|This poem by wayoutwalt, spoke to me with the
tired but patient voice of a father. At 24 years young, this father has a lot of
responsibilities and many roles to play while trying to keep peace between the battle of
optimism and frustration. Are these life trials of a father? I believed so. Check out
wayoutwalt's website using this link: http://wayoutwalt.com
|I love my first son though he's not my son
Sometimes I feel I must tell everyone
I love my daughter she's not my daughter
Sometimes I wonder where my wife got her
I love my youngest one by blood my son
We all together can have so much fun
They don't know yet the halves and the have nots
Though the day-care ladies share their own thoughts
Tim isn't like Tom and neither is Jill
There's a chance before the kids say it they will
It's true Tim were mine then I was sixteen
To become a dad would be quite obscene
So I'm quick to say I am a stepfather
But judgment is served so why do I bother
My daughter's tan does she stay in the sun
Or is it that she's a quarter Mexican
What do people say when I'm walking away?
Is he a fool that this long he has stayed
Bitterness, bitterness full of the hate
I'm a little boy with too much on his plate
Still they love me I'm the funniest dad
I could be the best brother they ever had
But I'm Walter then dad then I'm stepfather
I love them they'll change why do I bother
|In this poem by Alicat I read an excellent
description of the flow and change of life. To me it also describes a few of life's
moments in very different way. For more about Alicat visit his website by using this link:
|Winds of Change scour
The Sands of Time
Creating shifting vistas
Where reside whirling dervishes?
And the haunts of memory's ebb
The present moment passes
Hiding all beneath the shifting
Sands of Time, still scoured
By the Winds of Change
|I chose this poem because it is my own
description of a young adult female and the time in her life when she ponders her journey
and destination. It is an understanding of both the value of youth and the importance of
adulthood. If you wish to contact me, e-mail me at Lilith_4@hotmail.com
|I stand here on the edge of my youth,
Wanting to let go,
But willing myself the same to hold on.
The course of my thoughts are but a mystery.
The purpose for my existence,
Sometimes seems only to meet death.
Though some say I have a dear heart,
I beg to differ because I don't know the half of it.
What is going on when all I can do is nod my head,
In polite thanks as I taught myself to do.
I have not the courage to admit,
Lest I begin to take things for granted,
And seem self absorbed and arrogant.
Some say I am self-centered,
And that I may be at times,
As is everyone else in this eccentric world.
The talk and questions of myself,
Are far from the center of myself.
They are numerous thoughts and insecurities,
Of a shy woman in need of reassurance sometimes.
Self conscious, sometimes weak..
But loving, passionate, and hopeful.
I live my life and hope to be enriched day by day.
I am young still and have a long road to travel,
And I have my dreams should I get weary.
My kindness should I get thirsty.