Poem “Why Do You Live?”

Discover a thought-provoking poem that explores the essence of hope, purpose, and resilience in life's fleeting journey. A reflective take on living with intention.

If we all must eventually leave this world, why do we persist, set alarms, and strive daily? This evocative poem delves into humanity's unwavering hope, the pursuit of goals, and the belief in a higher purpose. Through vivid imagery, it reminds us that life is both a test and an opportunity to rise above challenges, defining our ultimate destiny.

Poem: Why Do You Live?

If we all have to leave,

Then why are we still pulling up our sleeves?

Why do we set the alarm?

When we do not even know if in the morning, we shall see the sun so warm.

Well, because there is hope,

The reason we just do not hang ourselves from the rope,

I keep living because I have a goal,

In this world everyone has a role.

We were not born again just to rest,

This life is actually a test,

Our actions decide whether we get heaven or hell,

Then again, we shall rise from where we fell.

Poem: They remembered

Embark on a poetic journey of love's timeless embrace. Explore the beauty of rediscovered youth and eternal affection in this poignant poem.

Already older, when the passing of the
times passed through their bodies,

And the winds came, sometimes tender and other times brave,

Until reaching that old age of body, which already hurt,

He and she held hands and together they returned to their childhood,

Even the light that filled his eyes with illusions, and that pure heart of birth.
Those feelings of lights without shadows,
that laugh without crying, remember.
That excitement for what exists, those brand new hugs.

They returned to the boat of their seas, to the beaches of their rebirth,
to the chaste kiss that sealed the path, that hug of crazy feeling, those lives of children who loved and discovered love, eternally felt like this.

And they embraced right there, their path, their lives, path and love,

And when they joined their lips, they felt, that there was someone next to them.
He blessed them with infinite tenderness.
God himself!!

Poem: When it is older

When it is older I will wear heaven's dress, I will fly through the air, tracing colors and granting desires, I will laugh with the clouds, I will play like child with a thousand and one friends, I will cross oceans and valleys. I will climb like a lark to the peaks higher, sowing hopes...

When it is older
I will wear heaven's dress,
I will fly through the air, tracing
colors and granting desires,
I will laugh with the clouds, I will play like
child with a thousand and one friends,
I will cross oceans and valleys.
I will climb like a lark to the peaks
higher, sowing hopes...

Ah, when I grow up, I want to be
lit butterfly, and then,
wake up and fly through the air, dancing
a thousand unimaginable dances,
and go up to the top, and go down to the bottom,
and all the summits have been reached….

Ah, when I grow up, I will fill my soul
of wisdom,
I will fill my being with beautiful feelings
that I will spread over the earth...
for sowing in her…pure love and
sweet longing

When I grow up, I want to continue dancing,
Even though my feet hurt,
Although my wrinkled skin refuses to let me move,
because my body will be old, but in my soul,
there in my soul, I will continue to be the reflection of the love of my God who walks with me, His Mercies,
His love gave me up,
and I flew with him forever.
I turned eternally to His love.
and so, next to Him, I was always,
when the times of life,
They made me older.
Eternally, God and I.

Ah…when I'm older…

Poem “I will do” celebrates love and gratitude

Poem extols love, faith, gratitude, and God's guidance through life's journey, urging to walk with joy, kindness, and appreciation for blessings.

I will make your life cheerful,
may you walk forever in love,
I will fill your paths with flowers,
because you see the face of your God.

There is no other way to live than loving,
love the love of the verb to love,
without offending or mistreating,
always smiling when walking.

Why is it not living in tears?
or regrets,
walking is knowing how to walk,
with the faith of birth and the light of gratitude,
everything that life puts in front of you,
for it is the path that your feet walk,
and if sadness or great sorrow comes,
or maybe you'll get the feeling of not having,
feel son of my soul, my star,
that in every dawn and dusk
God, the Giver of Love,
will sow tenderness in your soul,
for loving you even more, my dear.

And with Him, as a companion,
your path will be water of love,
river of laughter and lucky life,
that you and me, me and you,
We will walk loved until the end.

Poetry analysis

The poem celebrates love and gratitude, emphasizing the importance of walking life's path with joy and kindness. It speaks of finding solace in faith and the presence of God's love, guiding one through sorrow and hardship. The imagery of filling paths with flowers and walking in love portrays a hopeful and optimistic outlook on life. Overall, it encourages embracing love and gratitude as guiding principles, leading to a fulfilling and blessed existence.

Getting Out of Your Comfort Zone : You But New

Navigating midlife crisis in relationships requires open communication, mutual support, and a proactive approach to address common challenges together.

For years, I struggled with getting out of my comfort zone. I knew it all along, there were risks I needed to take in order to find the sky where I really wanted to fly. I opted for jobs that kept my 'image' safe, safe jobs with no scope of failure because I was too scared to fall. I always wanted to write books, but my fear of judgment did not allow me to break my comfort zone. I was protecting myself from imaginary 'rejection'.

As a result, I ended up ghostwriting for people for years. Countless books written by me are available on Amazon, but none of them carry my name.

That's how fear looks like my friend.

You live with the pain of knowing the potential of possibilities trapped inside, locked under the lid of fear. But one day, I had enough. I decided to go ahead and write my first book under my name. And that day, I wrote this poem.

You But New

It's a process

Albeit a slow difficult one

You are so attached to the old you, the familiar you

Just the idea of letting go of everything familiar

Everything you once held onto like your life depended on it.

Everything that you called 'You'

You let go off

Sometimes willingly

Sometimes you are pushed into it

Just like some babies don't cry when they come out of the womb, some do

They are so used to living in the darkness inside that they cannot imagine the life that awaits them outside

The land of unfamiliar, scary, unknown

Most of us are scared to let go

We tend to cling onto familiar anchors despite not wanting to be in that position

Eventually, breaking down and realizing

They served their purpose and now it's over

Letting go of the familiar darkness for the unknown

Shit scary ? Yes

Worth it ? YESS

Cause how else would you meet the "you" waiting on the other side of this version of "you," beyond the darkness?

Real growth lies outside

Outside the womb

Outside the comfort zone

Like a phoenix burning everything you ever once to become something that's still YOU but NEW

It's time to leave your comfort zone, my friend.

Let go of the old 'you' to meet the new 'you'. It's a journey of embracing change, of stepping into the unknown to find the 'You' waiting on the other side.

You never know, you might be in for a lifetime of surprises, provided you are willing to break your comfort zone! If you'll never let go, you'll never know!

Bluebird poem Charles Bukowski’s Genius work

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This is my one of the favourite bluebird poem Charles Bukowski wrote. Rhythm of the poem and lyrics make you wild and fall in love for his writing.

Read full poem: Bluebird poem Charles Bukowski

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There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
You want to screw up the
works?
You want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever,

I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
Then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with ours
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
You?

I wrote full analysis of this poem bluebird here.

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To The Next Station, where things appear to be more positive

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Poem: To The Next Station

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Will we make it over that stretch?
Take each day as it comes,
one day over is a day less,
a stepping stone towards payday,
like a heavy steam engine,
puffing and chuffing over a rickety old wooden viaduct,
wheel turn by wheel turn, the bridge begins to creak,
will we make it across safely?
Or will we plunge to our deaths?
On the sharp rocks that’s down blow,
what choice do we have?
I keep my hand upon the throttle
and my eyes upon the rails,
I’m not a gambling man,
I’m willing to throw the dice,
and steam onwards with great care,
towards the other side,
where life seems to look brighter,
where money is waiting at the next station.

Poem: When I tell you I’m a Poet

man hands people woman I am seriously, When I tell you I’m a Poet

I am seriously telling you...

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Read the poem | When I tell you I’m a Poet

When I tell you I’m a poet-

please take me seriously  

don’t think I’m some cute girl

who writes a few verses in her room

about how your kiss is a new kind of heaven

Poetry for me has a much deeper meaning,

poetry is how I bleed out all of my emotions

I hold within 


When I tell you I’m a poet-

please don’t laugh at me or mock me

don’t berate the simplicity of my words

I weave into verse

It’s how I make sense of my explosion of thoughts

It’s how I express what I can’t say out loud


When I tell you I’m a poet-

don’t try to cure me of my poetic nature

and prey on my insecurities and try to kill

my dreams of making my art seen

I know how the odds are stacked against 

someone like me

I don’t do it to make it to the mainstream-

I do it so other women like me 

can be seen, can be inspired to dream


And finally when I tell you I’m a poet-

Appreciate the artist in me,

make yourself a sanctuary to put my poetry in-

I’m not asking for endless compliments or an ego boost

I’m asking for a safe space in you to love

the poet I hold within

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Waiting For Something

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Poem: Waiting for something

Bring back that light,
that used to shine inside of me,
make me all a glow,
I don’t want to feel like a robot,
not anymore,
my life is like pilot of a TV show,
waiting for that long over due exciting incident,
for the story to really take off,
that adventure destiny has install for me,
when will that be,
I’ll never know,
one thing I do know,
I’ll be ready

No! It was the 1st time on the beach

parked boat
It was a first time hearing
A beach sound pleasuring me
We had traveled distance long miles
On that day I had bad intestine.
 We had five hours of journey
Covered almost 150 km
In three stopped by mini-bus
with my office-mate.

People were so much funny
We had hired a house in a village
Slept tired after eating local tasty veg
Sleep was so calm.
First time I had slept in the yard,
I didn’t need a music for sleep.
Ocean sound took me quickly to a dream deep
Early morning tide woke me fresh.

I turned and saw a huge sea
Coconut trees had beautifully dressed.
Without brush and without tea.
In my short, half nude like a horse, I flee
Necked legs had first time ran on the shore
Those had only experience off the concrete floors.
Salty water splashed on me, and up on the thighs
We couldn’t resist and jump into the sea like splattered dice,
We enjoyed till afternoon, had a lunch only seafood.
While return we took strawberries,
fought with a shopkeeper, like a dog sometimes rude.