Top 100 Poems About: LIFE

In this page, poems on / about “life” are listed.
  • 1.
    A Psalm Of Life

    Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
    Life is but an empty dream!
    For the soul is dead that slumbers,
    And things are not what they seem. read more »

    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  • 2.
    The Life That I Have

    The life that I have
    Is all that I have
    And the life that I have
    Is yours read more »

    Leo Marks
  • 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.
    A Life-Lesson

    There! little girl; don't cry!
    They have broken your doll, I know;
    And your tea-set blue,
    And your play-house, too, read more »

    James Whitcomb Riley
  • 6.
    An Old Life

    Snow fell in the night.
    At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish
    mounded softness where
    the Honda was. Cat fed and coffee made, read more »

    Donald Hall
  • 7.
    O Me! O Life!

    O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
    Of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities fill'd with the
    foolish; read more »

    Walt Whitman
  • 8.
    The Pleasures Of Ordinary Life

    I've had my share of necessary losses,
    Of dreams I know no longer can come true.
    I'm done now with the whys and the becauses.
    It's time to make things good, not just make do. read more »

    Judith Viorst
  • 9.
    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
  • 10.
    What Is Life?

    And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run,
    A mist retreating from the morning sun,
    A busy, bustling, still-repeated dream.
    Its length? A minute's pause, a moment's thought. read more »

    John Clare
  • 11.
    My Life Closed Twice

    My life closed twice before its close--
    It yet remains to see
    If Immortality unveil
    A third event to me read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 12.
    A Plain Life

    No idle gold -- since this fine sun, my friend,
    Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend.

    No prescious stones -- since these green mornings show, read more »

    William Henry Davies
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