Poems about Life Archives - The Cracked Door

07/06/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

At the sight of death,
What do we have left to love
But that we can fall

Blast from the past:

Life emerges from
Destruction. Exploding stars
Form a genesis.

Life is a song played
Slow and beautiful as it
Fades into silence.

Blast from the past:

Some days I listen
To the wind. The sound that will
Outlive human life.

When death comes for me,
I want to walk through that door
Brimming with the wonder
Of bride who took
The world in her arms

Blast from the past:

Stones and pottery
Once teeming with life
Now encased forever

The biggest mistake
We can make is to assume
We don’t belong here.

Blast from the past:

Death displaces my
Essence and binds my life to
The beat of time. Why?

In the fallout of
What happened, life just goes on
When you wake up the next day

Blast from the past:

We will wear our scars
Like tattoos. Each will become
An adorning crown.

You Know You’re Aging When:

You’re unsure whether
To feel glad or sad about
What now excites you.

Blast from the past:

Why do our bodies
Fall apart right as our minds
Discern who we are?

In this big world
Where so many want to
Feel larger than life
It helps to be able to
Experience the small.

Blast from the past:

Even as the most
Important person walks by
The scarecrow doesn’t budge.

Tomorrow shouts back:
“You wasted your clear, bright day
Thinking about me.”

Blast from the past:

What if you got it
All, only to find it was
All you were after?

Life’s purpose is to
Unearth your gift. Life’s meaning
Is to share your gift.

Blast from the past:

Before your time, or
Are you just planting the seeds
Of the world you see?

Bugs swirl in the air
Emerging from nothing
Just to become dead
Crunches all over the ground

Blast from the past:

To be forgotten
Only to be recalled for
A flicker then snuffed.