Poems On Life Quotes

“The graph of life is not a straight line—
Initiatives climax to gradually decline.

The world is infused with greed and hate—
Where innocent errors may alter one's fate.

Where the fulfillment of desires fails to satiate—
Where turbulence is a constant state.”
― Mohamad Jebara, The Illustrious Garden

“Don’t let the delusions of learning derail your mind.
Remain considerate, congenial, and kind.

For the good you do, may not quickly show
True success comes awfully slow

Whether good you do or evil you sow
Fruits of your labor sprout as they grow”
― Mohamad Jebara, The Illustrious Garden

“Blind Heart’s.

In the circle of life, a sorrowful tale,
Where death and life dance an endless wail.
Hungry eyes search for morsels to devour,
Survival's cruel game with each passing hour.

Angst and fear grip hearts, cold and bleak,
Aching souls yearning for solace they seek.
In a world that lacks fairness, unjust and unkind,
Tears fall like rain, leaving scars behind.

Hatred and love, a twisted embrace,
In this nature of existence, a bitter chase.
For when darkness looms,
Love hides in despair,
Yet hate finds its mark,
leaving hearts threadbare.

We,
people who turn blind eyes to the cries,
As if suffering and anguish were mere lies.
Ignoring the plight that surrounds us all,
Humanity's downfall, a deafening fall.

But what of the animals, creatures so dear?
Caught in this cycle, their voices unclear.
Silently they suffer, their pain left unheard,
In nature's cruel script, an unspoken word.

Children on ground, black and white
Dying, Drying while survival trying.
Scars defining not body, but soul
Oh light, forgive us Lord.

The circle spins on, in sorrow it turns,
A tragic symphony,
where hope rarely burns.
In this poem of life,
where sadness takes hold,
Let us open our eyes,
let compassion unfold.”
― Astivan Mirza

“Maybe I will keep wanting more,
perhaps I cannot stop this
restless aching snore...”
― C. Madan, The Poetic Refuge: An Anthology

“And when I look into those eyes,
the world around me pauses,
everything that exists just stops at your gaze,
when it meets mine, rising the burning blaze...”
― C. Madan, The Poetic Refuge: An Anthology

“HAPPINESS GUEST IN LIFE
written by: Zaki Ansari

@zakiashkim



Happiness is guest in life
Pain is part of life
the rainbow comes with rain only
the gray shade is part of life

it gives breaths to a dead body
sometimes it kills your soul
sweet or bitter doesn’t matter what taste it has
but love is the part of life

some give you joy
some break you badly in all
pleasant moments in the heart
or deep wounds in the soul

visible in your eyes, like a dark tear’s trace
or decorate a pretty smile on your face
thousand of times scroll in your mind
even if unpleasant, but it has a grace

your biggest emotion’s strife
maybe hurts you, like a sharp knife
doesn’t matter what color and shape it has
But memories are part of life

you cry, you laugh, and you breathe
looks like a clown or a freak
wearing a mask to hide the truth
not only life
sometimes death is also part of life
sometimes death is also part of life”
― Mohammed Zaki Ansari, "Zaki's Gift Of Love"

“AN INCOMPLETE PORTRAIT OF OUR LOVE
written by: Zaki Ansari



An incomplete portrait of our love
Relic of our relationship
like a poor injured dove
An incomplete portrait of our love

framed with some shabby moments
Hanging on my heart’s wall.
Thirsty for some colors of love
Which are missing at all
I have painted, the shadow of your smile.
I have added Some color of your hair,
I drew some marks of your lips
I spread shine of your eyes
Tried to fill with some of our memories
And with some of our dreams
I Gave a touch of your laughter,
and made the shape of your dimple.
Decorated with the beautiful mole
mole the same as you have on pretty face
but many things are mismade
yet, it is dark, it is fade
Missing a complete part which has been made

That’s You, your love, your presence
And all those beautiful colors
which you took with you when you left
How do I complete without you?
even I have lost myself without you,
Yes I’m breathing, yes I’m living
But that’s not life which spent without you.
you are required, Your touch is needed
to make complete
An incomplete portrait of our love
Relic of our relationship, like a poor injured dove
thirsty for some colors of love
Which are missing at all
Maybe there is no chance to make it whole
Complete or incomplete, happiness or sorrow
tears or laughter, the wounds on the soul
Whatever, but it’s a masterpiece of my life,
that’s all

into the bitter ocean of life
only sweetest thing, I have known,
Even it’s incomplete but it’s my own
An incomplete portrait of our love
Relic of our relationship
like a poor injured dove”
― Mohammed Zaki Ansari, "Zaki's Gift Of Love"

“Dreaming of a life not lived, but holding onto the fantasy, because the scars of reality still sting the heart.”
― Katri Maree, Coagulated Memories: A Coming of Age Collection of Poetry, Prose and Illustrations

“Painstaking and persistent trials

Fetched Olivia her panel

Reverie of every mind’s marbles

To build their own net castles!"
-From poem, "Building Net Castles from book of same name...”
― Radhika Vijay, BUILDING NET CASTLES

“कलाकार हूँ, और कला भी
लेखिका हूँ, और लेख भी
कवि हूँ, और कविता भी
सफर हूँ, और मंज़िल भी
जीवन हूँ, और मृत्यु भी
औरत हूँ जनाब,
अगर गलती हूँ, तो यथार्थ भी।
- ऋधि (Ridhi)”
― - ऋधि (Ridhi)

“One day fades into another and I forget why I am.”
― Jenim Dibie

“January brings the snow,
Makes our feet and fingers glow.

February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.

March brings breezes, loud and shrill,
To stir the dancing daffodil.

April brings out the primrose sweet,
Scatters daisies at our feet.

May brings flock of pretty lambs,
Skipping by their fleecy dams,

June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hands with posies.

Hot July brings cooling showers,
Apricots, and gillyflowers.

August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.

Warm September brings the fruit;
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.

Fresh October brings the pheasant;
Then to gather nuts is pleasant.

Dull November brings the blast;
Then the leaves are whirling fast.

Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.”
― Elizabeth Hauge Sword, A Child's Anthology of Poetry

“Love your neighbors, stop the haters,
Spread kindness, and be the creators.
Of a world that’s loving, and full of compassion, A world that’s peaceful, and free of aggression.

We’re all human, and we all have a heart,
It’s time to break the barriers, and make a new start. To see beyond our differences, and embrace our similarities, To build a world of unity, where we all can live in clarity.

Love your neighbors, stop the haters,
Let’s come together, and be the regulators.
Of a world that’s inclusive, and free of hate,
A world that’s accepting, and celebrates diversity’s fate.

It’s time to listen, and hear each other’s stories, To understand the struggles, and the pains and the glories. To walk in each other’s shoes, and feel the empathy, To create a world of justice, where love is the remedy.

Love your neighbors, stop the haters,
Let’s spread love, and be the cultivators.
Of a world that’s kind, and filled with grace,
A world that’s caring, and never loses pace.

We’re all a part of this world, this community,
It’s time to break the walls, and embrace our unity. To see that we’re all equal, and our differences make us unique, To build a world of harmony, where love is what we seek.

Love your neighbors, stop the haters,
Let’s spread positivity, and be the creators.
Of a world that’s bright, and filled with light,
A world that’s hopeful, and never loses sight.

It’s time to stand up, and be the change,
To fight for what’s right, and never act strange. To speak out against hate, and spread love instead, To create a world of kindness, where love is always led.

Love your neighbors, stop the haters,
Let’s spread joy, and be the motivators.
Of a world that’s happy, and filled with laughter, A world that’s peaceful, and never loses its character.

It’s time to unite, and hold each other’s hands, To build a world of love, that forever stands. To lift each other up, and never tear down, To create a world of love, where love is always found.

Love your neighbors, stop the haters,
Let’s spread hope, and be the liberators.
Of a world that’s free, and filled with love,
A world that’s caring, and always above.”
― D.L. Lewis

“We are the wolves, the hunted and the hounds.
In the face of religion, we stand our ground.
For too long we've been told what we should believe, But our hearts and our souls will never deceive.

We reject the dogma and the fear they instill.
We refuse to be bound by their holy will.
We embrace our freedom, our love, and our truth.
And we'll fight till the end, for the right to choose.

We'll howl at the moon, and dance in the night.
We'll live our lives, without fear or fright.
We'll break the chains, and shatter the mold.
For we are the wolves, fierce and bold.

So let them come, with their crosses and their swords, We'll stand our ground, and we'll face their hoards. For we are the wolves, the hunters of our fate, and we'll never bow down, to their religious hate.”
― D. L. Lewis

“Memories and Mysteries

The Secret of the Ages;
The stories of the past;
The Tales of the Forgotten;
The moments that won't last;

The Secrets of the Soul;
The stories that we tell;
The secrets that we hold;
The secret of the hearts.
-Aron Micko H.B”
― Aron Micko H.B, At the Back

“Breadcrumbs

And your doubt can become
Your ally, your fierce reminder
Of every blackened backroad
Every barren stream and
Every long moment
you stumbled through life
in red shoes the size of thimbles
Shoes that cut the arches
Of your white feet and
Told you to
accept only breadcrumbs.
Never to gulp the hungry air
Or open the shutters in your chest
To reveal your lionheart
Your doubts used to be the tales
You spoke into dark stars under
The bright gaze of Venus
No more, dear heart.

No more.”
― Shavawn M. Berry, Evanescent Creature: Poems & Meditations

“For they desire to become eternal, they couldn't make it. For they themselves should realise, they are the one whom they are seeking for.”
― Sumit Tak, Poetry book Alone in a Boat

“Wine should be pale like the lover’s face. Yellow, the color of suffering:
it should be mature and clear, bitter but sweetened with sugar.

-- Translated by Kayvan Tahmasebian and Rebecca Ruth Gould”
― Khaqani, Divan of Khaqani

“...it's not the air that lifts the wing..”
― Phillip L. Harrison, DRAGONFLY

“..Not of our existent living, But perhaps by our deeds now gone..”
― Phillip L. Harrison, DRAGONFLY

“Time is a slimy wimy thing,
Life is a blessy messy thing.
Love is a happy crappy thing,
Mind is a mighty fighty thing.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Sapionova: 200 Limericks for Students

“Happiness is a guest in life
Pain is part of life
The rainbow comes with rain.
The gray shade is part of life


It gives breath to a dead body.
Sometimes it kills your soul
Sweet or bitter, it doesn't matter what taste it has.
But love is a part of life

Some give you joy
Some break you badly in all
pleasant moments in the heart
or deep wounds in the soul

visible in your eyes, like a dark tear's trace
or decorate a pretty smile on your face
thousands of times scroll in your mind
even if unpleasant. but it has grace

Your biggest emotion's strife
Maybe it hurts you, like a sharp knife.
doesn't matter what color and shape it has
But memories are part of life.

You cry, you laugh, and you breathe
looks like a clown or a freak
wearing a mask to hide the truth.
not only life
Sometimes death is also part of life
Sometimes death is also part of life.”
― Mohammed Zaki Ansari, "Zaki's Gift Of Love"

“I am nothing like my past,
Before you swing your axe at me so fast.
There are questions you should ask .”
― Paul Bamikole, Renegades And Other Soulful Poems

“Keep the sand filled shoes,
I will keep my feet,
Away with your red-hot porridge,
My birthright is mine to keep.”
― Paul Bamikole, Renegades And Other Soulful Poems

“It’s a new year but you don’t feel like a new you
Maybe instead you’re ruminating on your lows
And beating yourself up for how far you still must go
It’s easy to despair when we measure and compare
But it’s an illusion
It’s trivial, a distraction and meaningless fluff
For who you are now is more than enough
So, instead of thinking about how far you must run
Focus in on how far you have come.”
― Brittany Burgunder

“I will not call your name,
for it ignites the forgotten flame,
and burn me in this choiceless game...”
― C. Madan, The Poetic Refuge: An Anthology

“Let us not make our gazes meet,
and lot's never smile at each other,
for who am I? but a mere stranger..”
― C. Madan

“Let us not make our gazes meet,
and let's never smile at each other,
for who am I? but a mere stranger...”
― C. Madan, The Poetic Refuge: An Anthology

“He was alone yet he was happy, and that was his life's absurdity”
― C. Madan, The Poetic Refuge: An Anthology

“And so my eyes wandered,
restless and sleepless,
searching for its lost light
that resided within you grace.”
― C. Madan, The Poetic Refuge: An Anthology