Life

by Linx

Published December 17, 2008

In Poetry

Life,
a strange thing.
Many people think,
what is it, exactly?

Tragedy strikes,
crying people all over.
Is that what life is?
Grief and trouble?

Daggers and guns,
stabs and kills.
Is that what life is?
Anger that overwhelms?

Projects and essays,
books galore.
Is that what life is?
Knowledge that we store?

Wishes on stars in night skies,
dreams of young and old.
Is that what life is?
Hopes spoken and untold?

Colors of the rainbow,
bright and darks.
Is that what life is?
Seeing of all that larks?

Long hugs and sweet kisses,
commitments made to be together.
Is that what life is?
A love that needs no cure?

Breathing in and out,
heart pounding every minute.
Is that what life is?
Living just to live it?

Pain and sickness,
cures and interventions.
Is that what life is?
To avoid death as it creeps?

To breathe, to learn,
to hope, to see.
To feel love and agony,
to avoid death, or be alive just to be.

Whatever life may be,
It will always be full of mysteries.
Remember one thing,
Life is not always what it seems.

Comments & reviews · 2
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Kaylyn
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Kaylyn wrote a review Review · Dec 17, 2008

I like the message...but it didn't flow that well. It didn't have that steady beat. Some of the stanzas were ackward. Maybe if you rephased some...
I didn't see any major grammar mistakes, so well done there.
The poem is kind of broad when you relate to what is being talked about. Life is nig.
If you have any questions, pM me.

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peace Review
peace wrote a review Review · Dec 17, 2008

It was insightfully inspiring and makes you kinda wonder what life really is. I really like the general idea behind the poem but some words don't really flow.


Life,
a strange thing.
Many people think,
what is it, exactly?


I think it would be smoother to just make it Life, a strange thing indeed. But that's, of course, just my personal opinion.



Homo sum, humani nihil a me alienum puto (I am a man, I don't consider anything human foreign to me)
— Terence