Poems about Life Archives - Page 7 of 10 - The Cracked Door

06/01/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

Wherever you are,
Which corner of this vast world,
You are who you are

Blast from the Past:

Racing down the street,
The New Yorker’s busyness
Consumes his self-worth.

Into the exit
Where the last hope for our world
Turns into nothing

Blast from the Past:

Our lives seem big now,
But in time, the world’ll forget
Our existences.

We are but a brief
Slumber in our default state
Of enduring death

Blast from the Past:

What is life
But a slow death,
Executing existence

Roam unthinkingly
Feel the dreams I never had
Aspire to nothing

Blast from the Past:

When Nothing is lost,
And everything changes,
There’s nothing to gain.

The enchanted dream
Of stupidity, nothing
Is worth the trouble

Blast from the Past:

Ordinary family
Distorted self-perception
Stupid importance

Racing downwards as
Quickly as possible to
Appease gravity

Blast from the Past:

You lose your hope most
When you think you have all that
You need in your life

I’m my soul’s riches
No landscape but what we see
Inability to dream

Blast from the Past:

You lose your hope most
When you think you have all that
You need in your life

All life is a dream
Nostalgia’s impotence
Beauty all alone

Blast from the Past:

Reclusively you
The dream is different here
It’s a state of mind

To avoid thinking,
Not reflecting; for some that’s
What it means to live

Blast from the Past:

The fool entices,
“This is just the way things are.
Don’t overthink it.”

Soft hands and warm oil
Stretch, relax, and moisturize,
Getting a massage

Blast from the Past:

Sometimes you must learn
To gently calm down. Take time
To relax and heal.