Call life what you will, A joke, A curse, A gift, An adventure. Take from it what you will, Joy, Sorrow, Love, Hate. Lose yourself in it Find your purpose Or, Find nothing at all.
A man asked, âWhat is the meaning of life?â A woman told him, âWhatever you make it to be.â A child asked, âIs god real?â A parent told them, âOnly you can decide.â Personal opinion is what we use to guide us, The opinions of others are what lose us.
We can never be certain That we are certain of anything Because of change, And because things stay the same. What makes sense one day, Will confuse us another, And so it goes on. People tell others to: Get in line, Grow up, Get our lives straight, Who told these people these things? And why tell us the things that broke them?
Is it human nature to be unhappy? Two men sit on a bench, In a park, Under a tree. They talk about family and friends They talk about work and dreams. One man says, âIt is a waste of time to dream,â The other says, âYes, but to have dreams is not.â Dreams are what the world is made of Bad dreams, Good dreams, Lost dreams.
Hope is never far off, As the old die, The young are born, The young grow, They become old, The old die. But while they are young, They change the world. Some for the better, Others for the worse.
Inspiration is a dream.
The only inspiration in life is life: What to do? How to do it? Can we change the world? How to change the world? Is there purpose? Are we real? Or a figment of imagination? All questions do not need answers.
Call life what you will, These are the boring bits.
**Author's Note: He is perhaps the most insightful poem I have ever written. There are few who will appreciate this. I do not care for critiques on this, write them if you must. I simply wish for your thoughts and your opinion on what I have uncovered here. Dearest readers I have written this years ago. For you.** - Tyler Kent
I can just imagine a poetry slammer delivering this and giving a really intense delivery. I think your poem really is a performance poem, and a meaningful one at that. Well done.
~smacks head upside a keyboard~ WHY DOES EVERYBODY HAVE TO BE SUCH AMAZING POETS?! Makin me feel like a failure.
It was really great. I loved it. I agree on the poetry slam part. This is meant to performed. It is Amazing. And I think I am running out of synonyms for great, so I will leave now.
