Life Is What You Make It Poems - Poems about Life Is What You Make It

Night breaking up for the sun to fall, Its colorwise veil disperse on her snagged back— By morning, she lays her black cup down For she is the will of light. Its colorwise veil disperse on her snagged back, Dark...Read the rest...

Love of distance, it's fine for me, nobody touches and you can’t sense me, but I don’t need you Yes, the sadness of my life experience is my stone tears, my soul became callous, forget me,...Read the rest...

leaves float through the air clouds rest in the sky dreams glide through my mind a dreamer of beautiful places places that levitate the soul as my eyes travel the night's soft starlight glows my heart follows the moonlight as the air...Read the rest...

Short prayer changes Whole story of your life Now and forever....Read the rest...

When it's already Too heavy and difficult You lighten it, Lord....Read the rest...

Minds stratify in webbed design. In lone life’s strata snares align, make psychic patterns unify. In webbed design minds stratify. In mind’s layers dark secrets hide; prying can’t find from world outside. Restrained silent mind never cares, dark secrets hide...Read the rest...

A restless soul wanting to find peace and happiness while leaving my sadness from this life behind...Read the rest...

mixed fruit in a can empty tin cans of fresh beef wrapper of old cheese broken hot wheel toys glued together checkerboards mixed in meatloaf...Read the rest...

Only far Only far, I can get my life so far, I feel it Not only I but the present of life, and its consciousness understands this Understand? No, never. Just imitate this life But real… Theatre… Real tale… I believe in...Read the rest...

I dreamt I was in a church, I was walking up to the candlelit altar. There were clergy garbed in vestments, whether they were Catholic or Episcopal, I don't recall. A mourning Mass was about to begin. I approached an open...Read the rest...

Life and Death Life and death, both one, don’t care, but life isn’t a couch I know my life is finite, maybe, maybe infinite, but all is one It comes from the only One and goes far, disappears, ...Read the rest...

Just last year they told us the Joro spider was harmless, now I read that big old bug is surely really venomous! What in the name of the Mandella Effect is that, or is it just arachnid propaganda simply meant to...Read the rest...

Chetta is the nom de plume of a brassy, classy, sassy, and a little bit trashy sister of the summer sun, she's a lover of sugar and spice and everything nice; feels sunny, funny, and a little poetic, but fears...Read the rest...

In childhood me a tiny timid mouse Playing unimportant role at house. Day by day personality arouse. Dreamed to grow up as...Read the rest...

The hourglass betrayed The youth that once was mine My brittle bones decayed Through the ravages of time A cruel and cold embrace Is what I have in store A traveler to face The road to nevermore No mercy once begun This...Read the rest...