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Top 200 Best English Poems (english poetry about love)


English poem about "LIFE"



Life is a rhythm, a song, a dance,
Life is a mystery, an enigma, the strange,
Life is a sound, a sight, a fragrance,
Life is beautiful.

Life is a smile, a laugh,
Life is a wink, that merry twinkle
Life is an aroma, a perfume,
Life is beautiful.

Life is the light in your eyes
Life is the joy in his laugh
Life is the sound of her heartbeat
Life is beautiful

Life is a heady collection
Life is a string of broken memories
Life is the sound of fading laughter
Life is beautiful

Life is a blessing, be grateful
Life is a gift, enjoy it
Life is a privilege
Life is beautiful


A poem by : MaryCynthia Aguinam








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Poem "Open Mind"
Can it be that I'm
The Only One Living?
That These Individuals

Are a Created Illusion?
An Illusion so Perfect
That My mind Is Fooled?
Who'd be Able to Engineer
Such A Play?

To Mold Such a Maze

life Without Decay?

At Night I Open

Mind For thoughts To Rip.

These Questions i Ask Myself

Just before I Sleep.

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Peom "The courtroom"






 4pm in the afternoon
It was during the  month of June
I was locked up in a cell for a while
As I waited for trial



The time came for the beginning of the court session
It was a moment of confession
God was sitting on his holy throne as a might judge
Angel Gabriel as an interpreter
Satan standing as a persecuter



Demons and other angels filled up the audience
They all looked forward to my final sentence
I had no evidence to plead for lenience
And so innocently in the audience I was sitted
As someone who had been covinted



And when my name was called
Tears from my eyes suddenly rolled
In one of the court chambers i stood
My file was read
And the angel asked me if I understood
For consequences were coming ahead
I was placed on trial for things such as
Lying, killing and fornication
For this was the beginning of my tribulation



I had no lawyer to defead me from Satan's claim
As demons were busy cheering up my name
Satan had so much pride
Cause his evidence and records proved that I was on his side



I had no reason to plead for an innocent statement
As i remembered all the things I did as means of entertainment
Everyone was focused on the final judgment



It was at that moment when I lost all hope
My hope of redemption
My hope of resurrection
They are all came to a complete stop
But wait
From nowhere jesus stood from his glorious sit
He couldn't stand seeing me been sentenced to death into the ground 6 feet



Jesus shinned so bright
That the demons that cheered my name suddenly jumped with fright
Jesus took the sentence file and erased my name
He looked into my eyes and said son don't worry, "I will take the blame"



Handcuffs were placed on his hands
He was beaten to the ground

To a point were he could no longer stand
The entire courtroom gasped at this horrendous sound



I cried so shamelessly
Because my killing
My stealing
My lying
My lying
my cheating
Had lead to the beating of jesus continuesly
He was given a death penalty
The death I was suppose to undergo for eternity
This type of love is more than you can give to a husband or a wife
This man died for me, I owe him my life



He gave me a chance to restart
And freely I was allowed to depart
And so I left the courtroom that day
And there was nothing I could say
I was found innocent, for Christ handled the debt i was to pay


Poet : Shemi












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Poem "Conscience"


                       

 You may call me an atheist
I have no objection.
What is true, I think, I know well.
So I've no obstruction.


God, to me, is a consciousness
He judges the sinners.
Unseenly He does what He wants
And good to well-wishers.



Now what is Corona doing?
Nothing but punishing
Those of us who have neglected
His firm viewless footing.



Isn’t he doing anything good?
He helps us find leisure,
He brings family together,
He acts like a joiner.



Those we lost in our business
Unknowingly got back.
Mother’s affection, father’s love -
Tell me who gave these back.



Sitting next to the grandparents,
Nowadays no matter,
Working with the dearest wife and
Gossiping together.



Spending time playing with the children
The happiest moment.
Frankly tell me who brought all these,
Showing no sentiment.



Well, what has Corona done wrong?
Tell me reasonably.
He’s been killing people a lot
But not mercilessly.



His secret presence around the world
As the starvation maker.
One more charge, he has been bestowed
As the pandemic maker.



That’s right, Corona has no sense.
Are we pure basil leaves?
The wars, the Great Wars we conduced
Slaughtered how many lives ?



Observe two natures – ours and his
I find no difference.
If Corona is a virus,
What is our essence?



How many lives become lifeless
In our religion ?
Will God be able to answer
This imbecile question?



As I raise the questions on God,
Call me an atheist.
And, as I do believe on Hope,
I am an optimist.







 A poem by :P. K. Mandal

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Peom "The powers"

 As you degrade
The powers
that made you
Quite oblivious
Of your thinking,

 The world lay lifeless in tears,
A wrath more deadly than the covid19 is born
" hunger"
As your home feel's ravishing happiness
Beholding the beauty
Of ur strange
word's,
I say .

 My God can't be a conciousness
But he is
Whom he is,
Take a walk,
In the dark halls,
of ur mind
For you shall find yourself the truth 














Love "Our true nature" 

Love a word
Spoken on every lip
Heard every where I go
Yet rarely manifested by our humanity.

Speeches uttered
Lyrics composed
Poetry rendered
Prose written
Yet zero on its manifestation here and now.

A longing of the being
Seeking to share
A longing of the being
Seeking to expanse
A longing of the being
Seeking to embrace its oneness
A longing of the being
Seeking harmony and balance
It is the being in expression.

Love is of the being
Expressing itself through its vehicles of manifestation
Love is of the being
But distorted by the veils of the personality
Love is of the being
Embracing all and the universe.

We are all children of love
But many of us have gone astray,
Radiating hate from the swamp of our ignorance
Poisoning our environment with stench of hatred
Rising from our swamp of negativity.

Love is the way
Love is our way
It is our true nature:
We eat love
We drink love
We breathe love
It is our path
To true freedom and liberation from the worlds of matter
We are love yet to manifest it here and now
Love rules the universe.

 A poem by: Sam Sung








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A PEOM ABOUT "Woman" 



I am a woman
A creation from man's rib
The day I was created
My spirit soured into the wind
Waking man from his slumber

I am a woman
My eyes are baseless
Beware of my love
For at the slightest hurt
It can turn to hate

I am a woman
Who proves to be strong
My secrets are hidden
Under the covers of my breast
_ it corrects or leads astray

I am a woman
My touch calms an angered man
My kisses are like sweet palm wine
But I suffer trauma secretly

I'm a woman
A wonderful creation
But full of mysteries




 A poem by : Goodness Eze















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Really, deny me Madhobi, my love
Let's turn to the milestone
Paying to know, whose have
When empty embraced me own!

Not yet have broken your humble pray
What saying us the purple sun
Beneath the mountain and the solitary bay.
Never mind, what happened undone!

Hunger,thou beautiful arts dancing in your hips
No ages subtle love unbroken illegal
Death playing only his glorious and cruel lips
Your love,decay in one's sensitive bugle!!



A poem by : Dipak Chandra Roy 


















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Peom "Control" 



I can do anything
I can be how I want to be
I can make decisions
I can't force someone
Love, honesty,respect
Not even Money can buy

I even look in my self
But after time passed
I realised am alone
Life at it's fullest extent
I came crashing down

If time was on my side
If death could back a way
If the world could stop
The drop of small licks
From my face would
Flow for days

Now I won't cry😢 anymore
Now I own my heart to my self
Now I can live without him
He is not my god👉👉
And now am finally free💁


A Poem  by:Miracle Makiy






















 Poem "One day"

✏hlogi the poet


One day
Sun shall shine in my world
Moon will light my dawn
Stars Will bright their colours in my world

Round of applause I'll deserve
For my haikus in their eyes
With tears in their eyes
For emotions I express

One day I'll hear
The waves of the sea
With my flock on the sea
From that day I'll never fear

I'll no more frown
With the crown
On my head
Birds will sing
The melodies of happiness

























Poem "An Unmarked Grave"



The Nightingale sang her song
For all the world to hear.
She sang it loud, she sang it true
To all that had an ear.

Until one day that glory-bird,
She landed on a wire,
And not just any wire was this,
But barbed, and cut like fire.

Her song-tune changed, with desperate cry.
Again, she rent the air,
But beauty did her song now lack
And t'was no longer fair.

Reflected in that song so bitter
The burning of her chest,
The aching, jagged, gushing hole
Through which she stained her vest.

Once snowy-white, now red with blood,
Her head, it sagged so low.
And with one squeak, her eyes did close.
No more were they to glow.

And though her magic song is gone,
No more to bless the ear,
No one will miss her voice or tune
Nor mourn her passing here.

For many other birds will sing
And most as sweet as she,
But ne'er again will it be heard
That voice that was so free.

And there she stayed, on thorn so hard
Until she fell away.
Only a mark, a stain of red
Shows truly where she lay.







                                                        A Poem by : Samgee Njoroge










Peom “Dear life”




I have died again because of you,
Tell me how many times will you watch me die,
You won’t ever be satisfied, I know;
I guess it’s time for me to say goodbye.

Why is it so easy to forgive,
Yet so hard to forget,
Why loving you was a mistake?
All my dreams are now dead.

One last time watch me die,
Say what you feel, don’t lie;
Look at me and laugh as much as you want,
I will write your cruelty in the most beautiful words

- The Fallen One























Poem "Forgive me"

Forgive me
If I have erred;
Forgive me
If I have trespassed into your safety zone;
Forgive me
If I have offended you in anyway
I am yet to understand;
I am a man
Still learning when to retrace my steps
When things go soar;
I am a man in appearance
Childish in heart;
I am a man in physique
Weak in mind.

I want to regret the day I met you
But no,
There are reasons
For the meetings and partings of ways for each of us;
I accept my fate
And move on
Just as you have accepted yours
And have moved on
For the laws of life are just and impartial in their dealings with us mortal creatures.

Forgive me
For I know I know nothing;
Just forgive me
In your mind
For I will go away in peace
For I am a lover of peace and harmony.

I came in peace
Now I depart in peace
For the peace of everyone.
If possible
Erase me from your memory
As I return to my state of nothingness
Where I came from.
Peace is my way
Peace is my nature;
In peace
I retire from your presence
And submerge myself into the ocean I emerge from in the beginning of time;
For the drop has returned to its source.




                                                           A Poem by:Sam Sung



















Poem "An Unmarked Grave" 



The Nightingale sang her song
For all the world to hear.
She sang it loud, she sang it true
To all that had an ear.


Until one day that glory-bird,
She landed on a wire,
And not just any wire was this,
But barbed, and cut like fire.

Her song-tune changed, with desperate cry.
Again, she rent the air,
But beauty did her song now lack
And t'was no longer fair.

Reflected in that song so bitter
The burning of her chest,
The aching, jagged, gushing hole
Through which she stained her vest.

Once snowy-white, now red with blood,
Her head, it sagged so low.
And with one squeak, her eyes did close.
No more were they to glow.

And though her magic song is gone,
No more to bless the ear,
No one will miss her voice or tune
Nor mourn her passing here.

For many other birds will sing
And most as sweet as she,
But ne'er again will it be heard
That voice that was so free.

And there she stayed, on thorn so hard
Until she fell away.
Only a mark, a stain of red
Shows truly where she lay.



A Poem by :Samgee Njoroge














Poem "when we were together" 




when we were together,
I didn't afraid to walk forward cause
you were there
but after you left me alone
I couldn't take steps, I stucked
I don't know where

each moments I spent with your love
I can't compare
tell me how could you live without me
wasn't it hard to bare?

you were all to me over everything but
you didn't care
why I was the only one who hurt
wasn't it unfair?

you say you didn't loved me but
i saw it in your stare
you left me alone but you didn't know
you were my euphoria

I don't think I can be same, together so cheerful
like we were there
once trust is broken it never be same again
don't you aware?

you come back and ask to accept you again
how you dare?
this heart broken the day we apart and again,
you can't repair






















Poem "Mother Nature"


Sometimes i wonder,
Such a beautiful miracle is our mother Nature
Like she nourishes every tiny particle
She also pulverizes to every creature

It's our tiny little mind,
which subsidize the idea of "this is yours" & "That is mine"
Distribution or Discrimination was never her Invention
She has always been pouring the equal sunshine

Take Rose for instance,
We have several reasons to admire it's beauty
it might be symbol of love to some
To some it's something to offer their God as ritual duty

But it's the same rose which also blooms
In muddy sand which we describe as cruddy
And also serves it's nectar to bugs
Which often buzzes around something we call dirty

A simple Living creature like Rose
Obeys the mother nature blindfold
i wonder, why we humans with most intellect
Are busy trading things we don't even control










Poem "Bad day📃"

 Sometimes I think the world
Would be better without me
In sorrow
Drowning
Fighting a mountain
Dripping youth
Like a fountain
Lost to many years
To darkness
Am counting

 All the good I've ever done
Did shine bright
Was I playing in the sun
Demons in my mind
These shadows
Seem to run
My mind state
Me breathing
Is no longer fun

 I seem to live in darkness
Love girls that are heartless
Don’t see hope like the locness
Monster
Like to think am conscious
They thknk am upnoctions
Approach joy with some caution
Bummmer
Last time
I was happy
Was in a nappy
Ok

 Ok let me not lie
Honestly want to die
I don’t know why
Why I sigh
Dead alive
That’s why I cry

 Tears water the earth
Where my soul lies
In a coffin
In a box
No mime
But who does that shock
Cause they think am fine
Cause they never a damn
Penny nickle
Dime
They never took the day
Or time

 To see beyond the surface
The suicide note in cursive
That life actually hurt him
And his death was so certain
That the Angel of death
Nursed him
Guess this when he took a
Look back at his life
In a hearse

Than couldn't reverse






A PEOM BY :Listernto Lonsta






PEOM  "Demon is just a fallen angel"
Demon is
just a fallen angel

 They fell
From heaven to hell..

 And unlike angels,
They have stories to tell.

 Not in luxuries,
But in motives they dwell

 Something which haunt'em,
And mysterious it'll remain.

 They fight it,
The ugliest they can..

 Meanwhile they forget,
What's good or bad..

 Before they could realise,
They were ethically dead

 This led to the fall,
From heaven to hell.

 As I said DEMON,

Is just a fallen angel.




A POEM BY :Anurag Batham












Poem "MAESTRO"


 I hear the rain
falling vigorously on the roof
and together with the wind
whipping the church's glass panes.
The noise is scary.
Maestro arrives,
to conduct the orchestra.
One by one,
people are leaving the place.
Maestro
is hardworking and competent,
but the audience
says that music is downright bad.
The music is not bad.
It is true that musical taste
is variable,
But the audience abandoned the recital
to the first chords
because they ran away in fear
of the storm.
They shielded themselves
from an infamous lie.
It is easier to use the lie,
than taking on their weaknesses.

 It is necessary to use the goodwill
in everything, we intend to do.
The ill will
it will lead us to failure.
Worst of all neither is the fact
of not having succeeded
accomplish what we intended,
but extreme fatigue
that stays in our body and spirit.
Anything done with goodwill,
has a chance to be successful.
We need lightness
and success in our lives
because there is nothing impossible.
There are things
more difficult than others.
The problem
is that we often settle down.

 Today I became knowing
of an extremely inspiring case.
A 75-year-old man
completed a law degree.
It was a youth dream,
but at that time
there was no opportunity to achieve it.
There were other priorities in his life
such as
the education of his children.
His dream was only postponed.
It's never late
to make our dreams come true.
If we leave them forgotten on the shelf,
it's our fault.
We lacked courage, determination,
commitment and dedication.
All of these elements are part of
goodwill package,
that we left abandoned in a corner
when we settled down,
after we invented
thousand and one excuses.

 That 75-year-old man,
certainly
didn't want to take the course
to apply his knowledge
in the world of work,
but rather as enrichment
personal and intellectual.
This is so rewarding.
Personally
I know some inspiring cases.
I'm remembering
From a brilliant young maestro,
full of talent
and from a reputable lawyer.
It's a happiness
to be able to taste the fruits
of worthy achievement.
And the fruits are not all the same,
we can choose the ones we like best.
It is not mandatory to eat the same.
The taste is eclectic.
There are inspiring cases
because they fought.
Our case can also be inspiring.

Excuses for what?




A POEM BY :Maria Dulce Leitao Reis


















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