Life is Poetry

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Life is Poetry

Life is Poetry 

Human being is poetry
We all sing a different song
Each and every one of us
Expressing one own feelings
Can be extraordinarily hard for some
I for one
Am not the best
Keeping in time with the rhyme
I’ll try my best
Getting into
Poetry
More
Than the rest
Life is Poetry
Your can’t fail the test
Be it good bad sad mad
You’re not alone
Because life’s Poetry
You all are the best
live and Learn
God Bless

Blue sky at night

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lorenzo commented on Life is Poetry

05-09-2010

life is poetry...beautiful....and you're a beautiful poet !!!

bluskyinthenite

05/09/2010

thank you for reading my Poems.............

blueberry commented on Life is Poetry

04-10-2010

A very uplifting poem, thanks for sharing Bluskyinthenite.

bluskyinthenite

04/12/2010

thanks blueberry, Have a wonderful day

knight4696 commented on Life is Poetry

04-10-2010

Blue - Very Nice!!! Life is poetry ... we just have to open our eyes to see it. Everything from a delicate flower, an inanimate object, to love and the evil that surrounds us. Poetry is found everywhere and it's poets like yourself that have taken notice. Great insight! :) Ken

bluskyinthenite

04/10/2010

and you oh so very much for reading my lines....

Marsink commented on Life is Poetry

04-08-2010

Yes! Life is poetry, but not always 'poetic' (at least my life could just be a mediocre poem) I think when life is newer, with the exploits and new vistas of youth, life is more poetic in experience. Your view is fresh with refreshing energy to emote a zest for living. Thank your for sharing your crisp perspective!

bluskyinthenite

04/08/2010

I thank you for your commit gracefully and well put elevated and uplifting on your insight in my perspective of poetry. Crisp! you say. Hey i thank you very much for that.....

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

bluskyinthenite’s Poems (60)

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Enthusiasm Fading 4
Sorry is a empty word 6
Invisible 5
Break 2
Take Flight 4
Searching for my mojo 1
Nature 8
Imagine 2
Nodin's blowing 2
Sons Poem 3
Son's Poem 3
Mobile Cell phone 2
Rock me baby 5
Nebie know more 4
"this trash barrel is still on fire" 4
Total Eclipse 5
Earth's satellite 6
Memorial Day Weekend ~Fatality~ 7
You Don't know Me 9
Drive By 9
re: son's poem 3
RE: sons poems 1
Evolution Distruction 3
Nova 2
Twinkle In His Eye's 2
Put on hold 3
Shadow maker under me 2
Crying a River of Pain 5
Cause and effect 2
regretful sorrow 2nd 2
Shards of ice pierce my heart 4
regretful sorrow 6
the chambers of insecurity 4
I'm to blame for this 2
Into the Universe 2
Memories of contentment 2
Meticulous Imperfection 3
Storms a brewing 5
My mental turmoil my madness 3
Sands of Time 3
Narcissus 3
Steed of Steel 2
Cranium 6
Life is Poetry 4
Looking Glass 3
Broken Wings 3
Lost 2
Echo's threw my mind 1
Lazy cold cold day and here ai " Sitting here looking like this!" 1
Rest 1
Lost in the Mind 2
Love Lost 1
Cant seem to make it flow. "Insane in the brain" 2
Jalapeno Sub 3
No regrets 4
Stair master 1
Lonely for your touch 2
Rain on the Roof 2
Life’s small struggles 3
Auto Pilot 2