Poems about life are the most often written poems. It's what defines poetry and poems about life may be the easiest poems to write.


Life is a Dance for you to Dance ~ Maria Luisa Taylor



Life is every where
Life
Life is a challenge
Life is a gift

Life is a chance
Life is a tragedy
Life is lonely
Life is pain

Life is full of frustration
Life is a mystery
Life is love
Life is made of hurt

Life is not a bed of roses
Life is a dance for you to dance
Life is every state of mind
What is life?

Life is a puzzle, solve it
Life is full of unexpected
Life is unexplainable

Life.


Most of the poems tell a story and this story is often poetic narrative. In the state in the early stages of most writers write their first poems poems are almost always about them. The poet's life can be what attracts the author to write poems. These poems are often their best work and can write poetry for them very easily and naturally.

Lust ~ Donna



The past is the past for a reason
That is where it is supposed to stay
But some cannot let it go
In their head it eats away

Until all their focus becomes
The person that they used to be
The mistakes they made in their life
Oh if only they could see

That you cannot change what happened
No matter how hard you try
No matter how much you think about it
No matter how much you cry

What happens in your lifetime
Happens for reasons unknown
So you have to let the cards unfold
Let your story be shown

Don't get wrapped up in the negative
Be happy with what you have been given
Live for today not tomorrow
Get up, get out and start living

Cos the past is the past for a reason
It's been and now it is gone
So stop trying to think of ways to fix it
It's done, it's unchangeable, move on


When it comes to poems about the life of these poems can cover any time of the poet's life. Send this form of poetry can be triggered by a past or thought to be caused by something happening in the life of the poet. Depression, stress, anxiety, suicidal thoughts and happy feelings can also cause a poet to write a poem about his life.


SONNET TO A FRIEND ~ By Hartley Coleridge



When we were idlers with the loitering rills,
The need of human love we little noted:
Our love was nature; and the peace that floated
On the white mist, and dwelt upon the hills,
To sweet accord subdued our wayward wills:
One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted,
That, wisely doting, ask’d not why it doted,
And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills.
But now I find how dear thou wert to me;
That man is more than half of nature’s treasure,
Of that fair beauty which no eye can see,
Of that sweet music which no ear can measure;
And now the streams may sing for others’ pleasure,
The hills sleep on in their eternity.

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A BIRTHDAY ~ Christina Rossetti



My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me.

Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.