Life

 Birth, the wonder of life is created,

Innocence of the young yet to be tainted,

Exploration filled with magic of the unknown,

Discovery of the facts, which has long been postponed,

Disappointment of the world and its cruel ways,

But whipped up in Love’s steamy red days,

Hate for the soul that broke your frail heart,

Followed by joy as another life starts,

Sorrow sets in like a cold winter frost,

Remembrance for the youth that is lost,

Death for the ending as life has past,

Peace after chaos and heaven at last.

Reviews

[Sound]

I like this one. Great job.

[Yet Invented]

Am I reading Paul Cezanne, literature style? Keep at it, that's amazing.

[THE LOST ROSE]

Great write. Simple yet powerful. In such a short poem you said a mouthful. I am looking forward to reading more and more of your material.