shayarisms4lovers June18 56 - 30 Best Liz Newman Poems About Life Changes, Growth And Metamorphosis

30 Best Liz Newman Poems About Life Changes, Growth And Metamorphosis

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Spring is a time for big life changes.

If there is anything in this life that truly embodies the beauty of rebirth and new beginnings, it’s springtime. Sometimes it comes slow, sometimes it bursts forth suddenly, but springtime always makes its entrance in one way or another.

Spring has a way of lifting our spirits in ways we understand and ways we don’t. What’s special about a new season – especially springtime – is that it truly is a renaissance. After months of shorter days, colder weather, and death and decay all around us, our entire world is bursting forth into buds and blooms before our eyes.

It sounds cliché, but it’s always surreal hearing birds chirping for the first time after the seasons change. You never really think about it, but that moment you realize that there’s actual flowers on the trees outside and birds singing in the mornings, it kind of wakes you up, not just physically, but emotionally, as well.

Not only are we constantly in a cycle of changing seasons, but we all experience our own seasons of change, as well. There are times in your life when you fall in love for the first time, start the job of your dreams, move to a new city, and start your own family.

But just as we move from one season to the next, we all deal with not-so-happy seasons of change, too.

Your first heartbreak, a big failure, getting fired, feeling like you’ve hit rock bottom – the list goes on.

But even when you do feel like you’ve hit rock bottom, and even when you feel like you have no fight left in you, that’s when the seasons change, and the flowers start to bloom again. It might come slowly, or things might change before you know it, but we all get second chances (and third and fourth) in life to dust ourselves off and try again.

Time is meaningless, after all. You don’t have to be someone or do something in a certain amount of time for it to count. Whether you’re dealing with heartbreak, loss, new experiences, or success, you have all the time in the world to grow, learn, and start over.

As long as you believe in yourself, anything is possible. But sometimes, simply knowing that you have these seeds of change inside you isn’t enough. Sometimes, you need someone to …

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shayarisms4lovers June18 262 - You’re My Reason for Living | A Poem by Joseph Romano

You’re My Reason for Living | A Poem by Joseph Romano

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Every placed I go your fair face beams.
You are a beautiful woman, you’re the woman of my dreams.
Your heart is loving and tender and forever forgiving.
You’re the reason I’m here, you’re my reason for living.
You opened your heat and gave me a new life.
Then you made me the happiest the day you became my wife.
And just when I thought you made me the happiest man in the world.
You presented us both with a new baby girl.

And just when I thought we had all the happiness and joy.
You presented us both with a new baby boy.…

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shayarisms4lovers June18 159 - The Fountain | A Poem by P.K. Deb

The Fountain | A Poem by P.K. Deb

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Naturally, the colossal mountain was icy and rocky —
stood beside the slum of the half-fed and half-naked in a desert,
the prayer and the importunity of their hunger and thirst
reverberated in the open air and the sky of infinity,
vibrated even the hard heart of the icy-mountain and at last
succeeded to melt it down to a little fountain for them.

A responsibility geared the fountain to flow down
with water and wealth for the ever-thirsty and hungry
who fidgeted and wept lying on the foot of the mountain,
hence, with a sympathetic fuel it rushed down to the desert.

Still, it sang, made the rock to clap and the fishes to dance,
continued its well destined, brakeless and nap-less journey
till it reached the desert of hunger and thirst of the indigents
and watched their dry faces who ran towards it tumultuously
to immerse their curse of suffering in the water of the fountain.

Alas, suddenly the fountain was surrounded by the pillagers —
the sun, wind, rocks, sands, trees and other suckers
who plunged in to the fountain and snatched the wealth first
and at last, soaked and sucked the water to its last drop
in front of the thirsty and hungry who could not save the fountain
which was a gift to them and only for them to explore and enjoy.…

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shayarisms4lovers June18 276 - Pain Became My Friend Today | A Poem by Shannen Wrass

Pain Became My Friend Today | A Poem by Shannen Wrass

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Pain became my friend today
She showed me how to hide
She’d been watching from a distance
Every tear I cried

Pain became my friend today
Reached out her hand to me
Then pulled me into darkness
Introducing misery

Pain became my friend today
She’s emptying my heart
She’s now my constant companion
Tearing me apart

Pain became my friend today
She isolates my soul
Now without her I am nothing
In her I’m consoled

Pain became my friend today
Saw me kneel down and cry
Then she lay down right next to me
Kissed my joy good-bye

Pain became my friend today
Acquainted me with sorrow
Who showed me how to dwell in agony
And fear the break of tomorrow

Pain became my friend today
She’s making my heart cold
Pain became my friend today
The only hand I hold…

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shayarisms4lovers June18 234 - Communist Pillow Talk | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

Communist Pillow Talk | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

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“In my opinion, true love is expressed in reserve, modesty, and even
shyness toward his idol, and never in temperamental excesses or too
premature intimacy.” —Karl Marx, in a private letter, London, 1866.

Come a little closer, my comrade
and I’ll whisper my confession:

Nothing turns me on
like fighting against oppression!

In the midst of class struggle
there’s always time to snuggle.

(Better red and in bed
than bourgeoisie, I’ve always said.)

Who cares if we wake the neighbors
with the sounds of our surplus labors?

For it’s more than evolutionary…
If our love is revolutionary!

So seduce me, my scarlet darling;
let me give you a tickle.

You got the hammer
and I’ve got the sickle.

Dialectical materialism
is the tune to which we dance.

Workers of the world Unite!
There’s an insurrection in my pants.

Visit Daniel at http://about.me/dklawitter.…

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shayarisms4lovers may18 75 - Bushwhacked | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

Bushwhacked | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

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“The rules of fair play do not apply in love and war.” –John
Lyly, Euphues: The Anatomy of Wit (1578).

Of all her many weapons,
it was her voice
that left me voiceless—
like sunrise on a battlefield
speechless with corpses.

I tell you that her words
were like war—
a skirmish of metaphors
wounding my already purple heart.

Ambushed and bushwhacked
booby-trapped and blown apart
in the jungles of despair—
I was captured
with multiple fractures
and was unprepared
for this guerilla warfare.

I am listed as:
a prisoner of conscience
a casualty of her
barbed wire kisses
and the double-barreled shotgun
of her cocked and loaded eyes.

She hardly even cried
when she pulled the trigger and said:
“This is war, kid.”
Now…
Go figure.

Visit Daniel at http://about.me/dklawitter.…

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shayarisms4lovers mar18 43 - Bitter Sweet | A Poem by Anthony Cannon

Bitter Sweet | A Poem by Anthony Cannon

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Can you taste this?
They wanna know how I feel about it.
How I feel about holding back my pain and thankfulness for so many
remorseful years.
I account for the misery and woe in my bed sheets,
All of the nights of losing sleep and waking up feeling so
incomplete.
But then again…
The times I’m glad I’m still in God’s favor,
Still sitting on my throne over a pristine spotless temple.
Not ashamed of the tread of my feet I trod.
This potent wine I spill from my abode freezes solid-
Hard as rocks as they drop to deliver panic and unnecessary
persecution!
This is bitter sweet.
I’ve been picked over, left for dead, dissed at and forgotten,
They say my time has ran out,
But how could I believe this nonsense I’m reciting to you?
Can you believe this?
I rise up and stay above it,
Thinking to myself I’m on my own island of continuation…
That this lonesome, dark, pitch black nightmare will never end.
Go all the way to gehenna and back and still ceases to not exist.
This is bitter sweet.
Like how I’m ecstatic but it breaks my bones and crushes the marrow.
As I put my heart in this,
I love the sweet,
But I despise the bitter.
Thank you for tasting my bitter sweet.…

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shayarisms4lovers June18 255 - My Beautiful Mary | A Poem by Joseph Romano

My Beautiful Mary | A Poem by Joseph Romano

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When I look into the heavens, yours is the only face I see.
You are not only my lover and wife, you are my future fantasy.
Of all the woman I’ve ever known.
You my darling Mary are the one I chose to be my very own.
No other woman has done so many beautiful things to me
As wonderful as the things you’ve done to my fantasy.
I can live my life for a hundred or more years.
There is no other woman that can bring to me so many happy and joyful tears.
Mary my darling I love the way you took and molded me.
You took and made me into the man I thought I could never be.
We’ve been married now for sixty five years or more
And to this day you are the only one I love and adore.…

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shayarisms4lovers mar18 43 - High Wire | A Poem by G.S. Katz

High Wire | A Poem by G.S. Katz

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passion and romance
and then
the opening
the walkway looking west
a small cutaway
I held you close
staring into your laser eyes
holding you tight
tenderness spinning out of control
but a new control emerged
one you knew was buried
deep in my brow
matching you stare for stare
electrons and gamma rays
cross stimulation
I took your smile
and marked it
with my glare
taking you
under my wing
protecting you
feeding you
giving you breath
tasting your submission
leaving you hungry for more……

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shayarisms4lovers June18 272 - Shadowboxing | A Poem by Jeremiah Castelo

Shadowboxing | A Poem by Jeremiah Castelo

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My shoulders are well oiled axles,
my fists are cannon balls

I am an uncompromised,
uninhibited,
and unchallenged fresh breath of boldness

I am the statue of fastholding,
chiseled down from black diamond by the strong hand of craftsmanship

I am chaos’s more stable second cousin,
and favored uncle to the prodigals, the proliferates, the princes, and
the prodigies

I am the lion’s heart beat,
the war drum’s sporadic syncopation

I am the wolf pack’s collective sixth and seventh senses,
keen on the scent of blood, fear, and impending annihilation

I will not sway to the breath of your voice
nor will I stagger at the wind your weather weaves

Advance upon me and find yourself hard pressed against calloused
intolerance,
behind which is a wall,
and behind that wall,
an army

I pray you combust into flames and feathers at once should my name
birth from your lips

I pray my night guardsmen have eyes of eagles,
and my trumpeteers have breaths of behemoths should you ever encroach
upon my camp at dreaming hour

I promise to empress upon you pressure,
of a nature that spawns pearls, magma, and passionate revolution

But the only revolution that will come of your resistance is vertigo,
as you spiral downward into abysmal forgottenness

Now heed my words with intent lest you risk the fate of faded
bewilderment

May God be my strength as I destroy you

Eviscerate you

Annihilate you

I will obliterate you until the only remnant of your very existence
is but a vague memory,

of a fleeting idea

in a dream

inside a dream

inside a coma.…

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shayarisms4lovers mar18 25 - My Harsh Words | A Poem by Joseph Romano

My Harsh Words | A Poem by Joseph Romano

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My wife Mary is the most beautiful woman that ever lived.
Mary has a heart so big and is always ready to forget and forgive.
Mary has stuck with me for some sixty four or more years.
And last night my cross words made
My Mary cry a river of tears.

Last night the heat of then moment caught me off guard.
And the words I exchanged with Mary were mean and hard.
Forgive me my beautiful Mary for the harsh words I said.
It would have been better my dear if I had eaten and digested them
Instead.…

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