Lifestyle Poems

Lifestyle poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of lifestyle poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on lifestyle are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

The Three Kinds Of Lives

The Three Kinds Of Lives short poem

Life is a locked book the first and last pages are filled with ultimate events birth and death but how the other pages are drilled? The one who is born with an ideal aim, tries to fulfill it even if

I Will Be Happy (no Matter What)

I Will Be Happy (no Matter What) long poem

Well sometimes I feel like running away I tell myself there’s not much keeping me Here anyhow but then I hear a voice saying I love you baby so want you stay, please Stay…well and I always do but this

Freedom Of Thought

Freedom Of Thought short poem

Tore away all my aprons, one by one, my shirt, shoes, socks and pants, wrist-watch and lastly, all under wears, and I look myself up and down, fully naked, from tip to toes, I liked to see me, as far

Vitamin “L”

Vitamin L short poem

It all begins with God and nature when we are born , and bring to every face a smile…, As we grow and enjoy the world , sing and dance – classical or freestyle…. We forget and consume every grain

Untitled

Untitled short poem

My aura shining around me enlightened by what’s inside me A diamond who needed polished got it, my eyes unblinded Thoughts and acts realignment dark nights I was found in Cages I was confined in but wisdom help me survive

Just Trust…

Just Trust... short poem

Maybe at another time this could have worked But for now we could never be… It’s like looking down the road and seeing a curve. You don’t know where it’ll take you or even if you’ll ever be back. But

Poems containing references to : Lifestyle

Black Sensation

Black Sensation prose poem

There is not enough to water the seeds,not enough to drown the screams It holds me back like a disease but I got to feel at home got to feel my bones and feel the hole in my soul. Escape

Shards

Shards short poem

Shards, Your shards you have to pick up, Shattered all over the flo’r, Scattered like someone knocked over a house of cards, How can you look at yourself? Blame the shards for cutting your hands, Cuss them out using every

Love Is Love

Love Is Love long poem

Well you say the lifestyle he lives is wrong God created Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve, well hell who are you to judge without Weighing all the options, did you ever think That maybe he’s still dealing with

Luv Yurz

Luv Yurz short poem

Can we pretend that Reality is what we make it Can we begin to imagine that We hold the power to Shaping Our decisions that form the very thing We call lifestyle Stop And Think for a split second That

Catcher Freeman

Catcher Freeman short poem

Listen before I start the story I can’t be more heavenly than the heavens Or more angled than an angel I know I am just as vulnerable Than a vegetable more beastly Then a savage who couldn’t manage the damage

The Battle Inside Of Me

The Battle Inside Of Me prose poem

Inside me there’s this unique unstoppable and ever-growing fear I cannot live without spitting a lie out of my mouth At first I think I’ll be saving my own skin , but it keeps on getting worse My lifestyle requires

The Trial Of Our Lives

The Trial Of Our Lives prose poem

Here I am, Standing in the dock once again. For the evil one had sought and gotten an appeal of God’s prior judgement. With his legal standing, The devil named me as the respondent. And intiatiated the service of progress

The Hard-earned Happiness

The Hard earned Happiness short poem

The harmonious companionship is of no easy access Especially after many betrayals I’ve experienced as a witness From the uneasy feeling my tough disguises derive By whom the romantic elements are stolen from my life? Nobody can discard all world

Finding Happiness

Finding Happiness long poem

I lie in the shadows of my dreams while I wish upon a star. My star is faith. I have faith in God, yet I still cry my dirty cries. I am alone in the mellow of the night. I

The Battle Inside Of Me

The Battle Inside Of Me ode

  Inside me there’s this unique unstoppable and ever-growing fear I cannot live without spitting a lie out of my mouth At first I think I’ll be saving my own skin , but it keeps on getting worse My lifestyle

Mom’s The Word

Moms The Word long poem

Mom’s the word…A BIRTHDAY TRIBUTE She was the eighth child out of the ten born to the high-profile session judge couple; She spent her childhood amidst her siblings in a traditional orthodox environment with an aristocrat touch in her lifestyle.

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Sleepless Night

Sleepless Night short poem

‘The moon is out and the night is deep Though weary, but still I cannot sleep While I stretched myself here in my bed And mellow music played in my head These lighthearted songs, I let it flow With rhythms

Fall

Fall short poem

Remembering the days of old, when father raked the leaves of Golden, yellow, brown and orange Jumping into the huge crisp pile, I tossed them all about As my father raked them on top of me I would creep out

Dear Black Woman

Dear Black Woman long poem

Dear Black Woman You are As Stong as the An African Elephant Yet we’re are supple and elegant. We are persuasive talkers so our words are very Eloquent. Crafted From man’s rib and An earthly element is How God made

Mother India

Mother India short poem

Mother India I travelled to you Three years back ‘Twas a moment’s spur Friends thought I’d gone whack Mother India Filled with uncertainty For what was in store Intrepid and curious I reached your belly at Bangalore Mother India With

Now I Am Loved

Now I Am Loved prose poem

Sleep becomes an enemy, Sadness a close friend. Hiding pain so eagerly, Trying to see this till the end. Sorrow builds in her chest, Pain is left in her bed. Her nights so restless, Sad girl left for dead. What

My Heart Is Happy

My Heart Is Happy ballad

My heart is happy Even when I can’t be there My heart is happy Even when you can’t see me My heart is happy Even when you can’t hear my name My heart is happy Sometimes I am lost in

Your Absence Greets Me

Your Absence Greets Me short poem

Your absence greets me every morning. In the beginning, so noisy, even wild, Thrusting its claws into my plexus, Leaving deep furrows oozing your memory, Bleeding questions and perplexities- Oh, how I hated that spectrum Which darkened my glaring world!

The Darkest Hour

The Darkest Hour short poem

It is the darkest hour of the night, and I am waiting for dawn. To see the pink of the sky, and the misty morn. The night looks beautiful, in it’s dark. It brings glory and repute to the morning

The Divine

The Divine ode

He awakens To a wicked world Of His own design Where the Damned Live amongst The Divine Their perfect little lives An illusion Fueled by vanity As He searches The darkness for light And His sanity Rythm of the heart

Her

Her short poem

Crazy But so protecting Spiteful But so caring Sad but incredibly strong Hurt but healing Afraid But willing So peaceful but yet graceful You are my remedy my hope My why when I can’t She is me but now and

Understandings of War

Understandings of War sonnet poems

The world’s a puzzle of inconvenience The members who inhabit it are worse than fallen angels Ghoulishness, fears, abhorrence are their manifest examples And for them there’s palpably nothing like repentance Rare, are the souls who proliferate forbearance As malicious

Figure Out The Danger

Figure Out The Danger short poem

Dedicated to Chief Raoni of the Kayapo in the Amazon rainforest Is greed for money stronger than our signature? They wish to cut the trees to produce goods and furniture They will lose oxygen. This is a fact Chief Raoni

Words

Words short poem

Do words inspire When spoken in the soft shadows, Of the veiled darkness? Are the lips that utter, The Holy Grail to wholesomeness. When shredded or shrouded In somnolence, Are words, then, A solace? Does silence amplify thoughts? And words,

The Moonlight Warrior

The Moonlight Warrior short poem

Darkness shrouds the dying day, turning everything still but the shadows, growing they are now the undead, gliding towards altars for their daily prey. The silence is just a blindfold, the night but an illusion, things unheard best left unsaid,

If You‘re Thinking of Going Up to Heaven

If You‘re Thinking of Going Up to Heaven long poem

Up there, the mind of saints is telegnostic And thought is superluminally telepathic; Via sensorial communications anomalous Gnosis and mind are venially synonymous. All is public fare; the personal life is dead And every thought you surfed in your head

Death My Best Friend

Death My Best Friend short poem

Death is my beloved That’s why she eludes, I hold her in my arms Out she slips and slides. She is too beautiful Words cannot express Let my feelings stay in Echo within unsuppressed. She rejuvenates me Gives me a

Always Remember

Always Remember ballad

To my beautiful babies… If you look for me but can’t see me… I’m in your reflection If you listen for me but can’t hear me… I’m in your laughter If you want to touch me but can’t feel me…

Can We Conquer Fear ?

Can We Conquer Fear ? short poem

When our mind becomes vulnerable It marks the incidence of fear We are petrified of everything A mishappening seems near There is a conundrum inside us Life doesn’t seem clear Fear engulfs our thought process It takes away our wisdom

Resolute Stagnation

Resolute Stagnation short poem

Hatred, anguish, and revenge resonate- through my soul amalgamate- with my reasons to keep going. Deceit has a stench so placid- even before interests and stalemate. Should I withdraw or keep charging? A pawn is a bait- with little leverage

Withered Leaves

Withered Leaves short poem

Feeling buried like it’s over Amidst suffering and total anger Igniting hell to burn my heart inside Leaving scars unable to hide Under this skin there came a blast Reaching head, clashing toes with brunt Emptied glass once full with

My Only Answer

My Only Answer short poem

The goddess of poem is calling me I take a pencil and some papers I make up my hair with the flowers of words and I wear the necklace of rhymes my hands are shaiking and my heart is beating

All My Wrongs (dad To Son)

All My Wrongs (dad To Son) prose poem

My sweetheart son from grounding you to scolding you perhaps you are right if you feel that I was wrong but there may come a day when you perceive that how all my wrongs then made everything right for you

The Sketchy Dreams

The Sketchy Dreams prose poem

I also want to see how the moon smiles when the moonlit walks and twinkling stars bath in it I also want to see the mysterious blue sky where everyone wants to fly and kiss its divine lips I also