Life Poem by irenio irenaeus bero

Life

Life is unique, precious and beautiful
Life is a game, a puzzle
So short and simple.

Life is a trend, a stage
Where humans compete for excellence
And dominion.

Life is a sinking boat, a tragedy
And a clock marking the end
Of our deeds.

Life is an art
A situation we seek to comprehend.
Life is the emotion I think and write on
The pages of time.

Life is a survival war in battlefields
Where innocent souls
Cease to exist.

Life is the urge and desire to live,
Life is what I need.
Life is the culture of humanity.

Life is a pen without ink in a poet’s hand.
Life is the gift of unselfishness.

Life are the steps we take
And the paths we walk
The decisions we make
And the fruits we reap.

Life is a leap of joy in the heart,
The acceptance of our existence
And a story left behind the entrances of our future.

Life is that wich begins and ends
Life is a psychological battle
To remain sane in this insane universe.

Life is the purity of profound
Sympathy that responds to the needs of all people.
The will to really let go
And find ways to deal with the world ills.

Life is the ash of possibilities that burnt
In the efforts of wiseman.
The undying personifications
That set an example for future generations

Life is the cry of peace from defenceless souls
Whose rights
Have been dismissed
By mans pride and greed.