Top 100 Poems About: LIFE

In this page, poems on / about “life” are listed.
  • 1.
    The Buried Life

    Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet,
    Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet!
    I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll.
    Yes, yes, we know that we can jest, read more »

    Matthew Arnold
  • 2.
    My Life Is But A Weaving, Between My God And Me,

    Western wind, when will thou blow,
    The small rain down can rain? read more »

    Anonymous Works
  • 3.

    LIFE, believe, is not a dream
    So dark as sages say;
    Oft a little morning rain read more »

    Charlotte Brontë
  • 4.
    Life In A Love

    Escape me?
    While I am I, and you are you, read more »

    Robert Browning
  • 5.
    Love In A Life

    Room after room,
    I hunt the house through
    We inhabit together.
    Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her--- read more »

    Robert Browning
  • 6.
    Human Life

    If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom
    Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare
    As summer-gusts, of sudden birth and doom, read more »

    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  • 7.
    What Is Life?

    Resembles Life what once was held of Light,
    Too ample in itself for human sight ?
    An absolute Self--an element ungrounded--
    All, that we see, all colours of all shade read more »

    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  • 8.
    Each Life Converges To Some Centre

    Each life converges to some centre
    Expressed or still;
    Exists in every human nature
    A goal, read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 9.
    Tie The Strings To My Life, My Lord,

    Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
    Then I am ready to go!
    Just a look at the horses --
    Rapid! That will do! read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 10.
    An Image From A Past Life

    He. Never until this night have I been stirred.
    The elaborate starlight throws a reflection
    On the dark stream,
    Till all the eddies gleam; read more »

    William Butler Yeats
  • 11.
    Life Beyond, The

    He wakes, who never thought to wake again,
    Who held the end was Death. He opens eyes
    Slowly, to one long livid oozing plain
    Closed down by the strange eyeless heavens. He lies; read more »

    Rupert Brooke
  • 12.
    Xxxvi Life-In-Love

    Not in thy body is thy life at all
    But in this lady's lips and hands and eyes;
    Through these she yields thee life that vivifies
    What else were sorrow's servant and death's thrall. read more »

    Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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