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Life
The beginning of me and you,
Is the births that took place,
The end of us all
is the forthcoming death
The gap inbetween
is where the terror lies...
To some it's merry and bright,
To others it's life at its baddest
While to many a combination of both
L iving in the moment
I ndulging in each day's beaauty and
F orever changing seasons
E mbracing LIFE
A very nice acrostic poem. I enjoyed it. Keep it up.
@nuraahmad Thank you! I appreciate the comment.
Shades Of Life
Life is so many shades
Some bright, some light
And some just fade.
Life is so many phases
Some good, some bad
But nothing stays.
Life is so many memories
Some we cherish, some we treasure
And some we erase.
Life is many opportunities
Some we miss, some we avail
But most we waste.
Life is many experiences
Some to remember, some to forget
But all leave their trail.
Life is a meeting place
Some come, some go
And for some we just wait and wait.
Aspects of life are really captured in the poem. Cheers!
We think that nature only has some value
If we can mold, fold or straight edge it
Until it fits into shapes that we define.
It doesn't belong to the universe we mutter
"It must be owned and all of it is mine!"
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Life
The beginning of me and you,
Is the births that took place,
The end of us all
is the forthcoming death
The gap inbetween
is where the terror lies...
To some it's merry and bright,
To others it's life at its baddest
While to many a combination of both
L iving in the moment
I ndulging in each day's beaauty and
F orever changing seasons
E mbracing LIFE
Shades Of Life
Life is so many shades
Some bright, some light
And some just fade.
Life is so many phases
Some good, some bad
But nothing stays.
Life is so many memories
Some we cherish, some we treasure
And some we erase.
Life is many opportunities
Some we miss, some we avail
But most we waste.
Life is many experiences
Some to remember, some to forget
But all leave their trail.
Life is a meeting place
Some come, some go
And for some we just wait and wait.
We think that nature only has some value
If we can mold, fold or straight edge it
Until it fits into shapes that we define.
It doesn't belong to the universe we mutter
"It must be owned and all of it is mine!"