Poems about life—can you even categorize such a vast concept? The phrase seems like a catchall for poetry about anything and everything.
Life is like a garden requiring constant tending; without care, it becomes so overgrown with weeds that we lose ourselves somewhere between earth and sky.
These poems are my uncategorized observations of life as I've watched it unfold.
We're often told that a life well-planned is a life well-lived. But what about spontaneity? What about living off the cuff? Sometimes our best-laid plans crumble, while other times happy accidents redirect us toward paths we never would have chosen—paths that prove better than anything we could have imagined. Perhaps overthinking our plans, or lack thereof, gets in the way of actually living. Maybe we should simply let life flow.
Life is a gift, though many of us unintentionally take it for granted while others struggle with their current circumstances. The stages, turns, and countless ways we experience life are as numerous as drops of water in the ocean—infinite in their variety and depth.
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