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Showing posts with label Life Poetry. Show all posts
Life is Fine Poem by Langston Hughes
Life Is Fine
I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.
I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t a-been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.
But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!
I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.
I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t a-been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.
But it was High up there! It was high!
So since I’m still here livin,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love
But for livin’ I was born
Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.
Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!
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| Poem Written by Langston Hughes |
03:06
Poem About Life Journey a Life Story Poem
Life Story Poem
Life, they told her, was a game
one only won by the wise,
and so she thought it was a shame,
that no one made it out alive.
Young she was and thus, believed,
a difference someday she would make,
every chance, she knew she’d seize,
and never would she make mistakes.
She thought she could win
in fact, she was sure,
because she was just a kid
whose only weapon was hope.
Years later, she realized
how naive she really was,
herself, she criticized,
and hence, the game she lost.
By every soul, then she was mocked,
but little did they know
it wasn't just the game she lost;
she also lost hope.
Life, they told her was a journey
one with an abrupt end,
Young she was and also lonely,
so she soon, made a friend.
She wrote to find her lost hope,
she wrote her soul on paper,
her friend to no one, she would show,
her secret words made her feel braver.
Her hope was never seen again,
this weapon of hers was gone for good,
But her words were her new weapon,
and she loved them more than she should.
Years later, she realized
her friend asked too much of her,
herself, she criticized
and then, she stopped writing words.
By her words, she was taught
nothing stays till the end
it wasn't just hope she lost;
she also lost a friend.
Life, they told her was a test
one that can not be prepared for
but this time, she ignored them lest
she faced more losses that can’t be restored.
She had no hope, nor a friend
but she didn't seem bothered.
Herself, this time, she wouldn't contend,
at first, it sounded absurd.
She wondered what all this time,
she had been doing wrong,
She tried to read between the lines
of where they said she belonged.
Years later, she realized,
it wasn't her life she was living
herself, she criticized
for not knowing where she had been.
In a lie, herself she caught,
and now believed life was a test
it wasn't just a friend she lost;
she also lost herself...!!!
01:41
Poetry On Love In Urdu With Pictures Vol-1
Best Collection of Urdu Poetry, Its About Love And Life With Emotional Pictures..
Usy Apnay Dard Ki Fikar Thi Woh Jo Mera Waqif-e-Hal Tha
Wo Jo Uski Subha-e-Arooj Thi Wohi Mera Waqt-e-Zawal Tha,
Mera Dard woh Kesay janta Meri Baat Woh Kesay Maanta,
Woh To khud Fana Ke Safar Me Tha Usay Rokna Bhi Mahal Tha...!!!
Itnay To Buray Na Thy Hum Jitny Ilzam Lagaye Logon Ne,
Kuch Us Ne Hamain Barbad Kia Kuch Apnon Ny Badnam Kiya...!!!
Kabar ki Mitti utha ke Le gaya Koi
Isi Bahane Humein choo kar Chala gaya Koi,
Tanhayi aur Andhere Me Khush the Hum
Lekin Phir se Intezaar karne ki Wajah de Gaya Koi...!!!
Humse Pucho kya hota hai Pal Pal Bitana
Bohat Mushkil hota hai Dil ko Samjana,
Dosto Zindagi to Beet hi Jayegi
Bus Mushkil hota hai Kuch Logon ko Bhool Pana...!!!
Hamara hi Woh Tassawur hai Jis Me tum Gum Ho,
Tum Apni Main ko Hata do to Main Jo Hun Tum Ho...!!!
Tum hi to Kahte the ki Main koi Imaarat nahi Bana Sakta,
Aaj Dekho Kabar par Meri sare Wafadaron ka Hujoom Laga Huaa Hai...!!!
Kabar Me Hamain Tanha Neend nahi Aati,
Koi Unse Jakar kah De Hamain jala hi Jaye to Acha Hai...!!!
HaTh PaKard Ke RoK LeTe Unko
AgaR UnPaR MeRa KoI ZorR HoTa,
Naa RoTe Hum BhI UnKe LiYe PaGaLon Ki TaRaHa
AgaR HamARi ZINDAGI Me UnKe SiWaa KoI aur HoTa...!!!
Hum Kitny Bewafa Hain Ke Aik Dum Un Ke Dil Se Nikal Gaye,
"Aur"
Un Me Kitni Wafa Thi Ke Aaj Tak Humary Dil Se Nahi Nikly...!!!
Meri 'Aankho' se 'Aansu' Bankar Nikal Ke Dekho
Mumkin ho To is 'Ishq' Me 'Sambhal' ke Dekho,
Le Jaaungi Tumhain Bhi 'Wafaai' Ke 'Raasto' Par
Tum do 'Kadam' Mere Sath 'Chal' Ke Dekho...!!!
Usy Apnay Dard Ki Fikar Thi Woh Jo Mera Waqif-e-Hal Tha
Wo Jo Uski Subha-e-Arooj Thi Wohi Mera Waqt-e-Zawal Tha,
Mera Dard woh Kesay janta Meri Baat Woh Kesay Maanta,
Woh To khud Fana Ke Safar Me Tha Usay Rokna Bhi Mahal Tha...!!!
Itnay To Buray Na Thy Hum Jitny Ilzam Lagaye Logon Ne,
Kuch Us Ne Hamain Barbad Kia Kuch Apnon Ny Badnam Kiya...!!!
Kabar ki Mitti utha ke Le gaya Koi
Isi Bahane Humein choo kar Chala gaya Koi,
Tanhayi aur Andhere Me Khush the Hum
Lekin Phir se Intezaar karne ki Wajah de Gaya Koi...!!!
Humse Pucho kya hota hai Pal Pal Bitana
Bohat Mushkil hota hai Dil ko Samjana,
Dosto Zindagi to Beet hi Jayegi
Bus Mushkil hota hai Kuch Logon ko Bhool Pana...!!!
Hamara hi Woh Tassawur hai Jis Me tum Gum Ho,
Tum Apni Main ko Hata do to Main Jo Hun Tum Ho...!!!
Tum hi to Kahte the ki Main koi Imaarat nahi Bana Sakta,
Aaj Dekho Kabar par Meri sare Wafadaron ka Hujoom Laga Huaa Hai...!!!
Kabar Me Hamain Tanha Neend nahi Aati,
Koi Unse Jakar kah De Hamain jala hi Jaye to Acha Hai...!!!
HaTh PaKard Ke RoK LeTe Unko
AgaR UnPaR MeRa KoI ZorR HoTa,
Naa RoTe Hum BhI UnKe LiYe PaGaLon Ki TaRaHa
AgaR HamARi ZINDAGI Me UnKe SiWaa KoI aur HoTa...!!!
Hum Kitny Bewafa Hain Ke Aik Dum Un Ke Dil Se Nikal Gaye,
"Aur"
Un Me Kitni Wafa Thi Ke Aaj Tak Humary Dil Se Nahi Nikly...!!!
Meri 'Aankho' se 'Aansu' Bankar Nikal Ke Dekho
Mumkin ho To is 'Ishq' Me 'Sambhal' ke Dekho,
Le Jaaungi Tumhain Bhi 'Wafaai' Ke 'Raasto' Par
Tum do 'Kadam' Mere Sath 'Chal' Ke Dekho...!!!
01:26
Best Poems About Life All Time
Best Poems Collection About Life..
The Tree of Life
Coiled spring, analogous
tension & pressure,
prehistoric neighborhood,
cauldron of nuclear power:
we were drinking gin &
tonics from the planet’s jaw
when the news came. Roses
are red, violets are blue jeans;
cupcakes are cop-food, death
is a dinosaur (extinct, et cetera)
whispering the future is an
old friend shouting “don’t
be afraid.” Dear degeneracy,
dearer street map of Texas,
dearest thrust-to-rocket ratio
from which God puts cock to
abyss: Modernity, my fucker,
is the natural language
of structure; our goodwill
gets complicated when
we break Hell in unsimple
shapes. Fourth of July,
fifth of July, sixth of stellar
lighthouses surrounding
space, seventh: one is
always coming upon some
American city whispering I am
some American city & I am
the desire to be within it
when the sun fries. We dance
under the asterisks, dip our
toes in the ink. The odds the
stars will write our sentence
remain incredibly low...!!!
Play in the Dark The Poem
Even the cold hearted do not like to be cold
Their life quivers
Close to shatter
Those who stay in the dark are easy played,
Even the warmest people do not like to be hot
Their life overwhelming
Close to explosion
Those who stay out to play get left in the dark,
Even the dark hearted do not like the dark
Their life in fear
Close to nightmare
Those who become the dark rather not play at all,
Everyone deals with darkness and parts they do not like
Their life sold in secret
Closed off to others
It is pointless to play where you cannot see...!!!
Love Overdosing The Poem.
some in love with that material but
love enters my life like a miracle and
it’s reciprocal and ubiquitous
love exhibiting our natural behaviors
like making it under the moon in jamaica,
giving voice to my soul
it’s my heart you’re living in
it’s your ocean I’m swimming in
love’s potion overdosing
is approaching...!!!
This is not your typical love letter.
I am in love.
Not with the guy next door
or the charming jock
Or even the bad boy...!!!
No, I am in love with the people on the streets.
The Tree of Life
Coiled spring, analogous
tension & pressure,
prehistoric neighborhood,
cauldron of nuclear power:
we were drinking gin &
tonics from the planet’s jaw
when the news came. Roses
are red, violets are blue jeans;
cupcakes are cop-food, death
is a dinosaur (extinct, et cetera)
whispering the future is an
old friend shouting “don’t
be afraid.” Dear degeneracy,
dearer street map of Texas,
dearest thrust-to-rocket ratio
from which God puts cock to
is the natural language
of structure; our goodwill
gets complicated when
we break Hell in unsimple
shapes. Fourth of July,
fifth of July, sixth of stellar
lighthouses surrounding
space, seventh: one is
always coming upon some
American city whispering I am
some American city & I am
the desire to be within it
when the sun fries. We dance
under the asterisks, dip our
toes in the ink. The odds the
stars will write our sentence
remain incredibly low...!!!
Play in the Dark The Poem
Even the cold hearted do not like to be cold
Their life quivers
Close to shatter
Those who stay in the dark are easy played,
Even the warmest people do not like to be hot
Their life overwhelming
Close to explosion
Those who stay out to play get left in the dark,
Even the dark hearted do not like the dark
Their life in fear
Close to nightmare
Those who become the dark rather not play at all,
Everyone deals with darkness and parts they do not like
Their life sold in secret
Closed off to others
It is pointless to play where you cannot see...!!!
Love Overdosing The Poem.
some in love with that material but
love enters my life like a miracle and
it’s reciprocal and ubiquitous
love exhibiting our natural behaviors
like making it under the moon in jamaica,
it’s my heart you’re living in
it’s your ocean I’m swimming in
love’s potion overdosing
is approaching...!!!
This is not your typical love letter.
I am in love.
Not with the guy next door
or the charming jock
Or even the bad boy...!!!
No, I am in love with the people on the streets.
I am in love with their smiles.
I am in love with their surprise when their casual How are you? doesn’t turn out to be rhetorical.
I am in love with their intense honesty when I ask them the same question in return.
I am in love with the hope that swells in their hearts when I lock eyes with them and they realize they might not be invisible after all.
I am in love with the artist and musician and scholar in each one of them.
I am in love with their humanity
And nothing breaks my heart more than seeing their downcast gazes fixed on the hard, unfeeling ground
As if they don’t believe themselves worthy to be seen
I wish I could just place them in front of mirror
So they could understand how beautiful they are
Especially during those moments
When someone else reassures them that they truly do exist.
I am in love. But I don’t know how to tell them yet.
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