Life Poem by Mya Crawford
Life
Rating: ★5.0
Losing
Immortal
Freedome
Every passing Second
Life Or Death,
What is the diference really?
To live is to search,
To die is to sleep,
But what are we searching for?
For happiness?
For sadness?
For love?
For hate?
Or do we really even know?
Losing
Immortal
Freedome
Every passing Second
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Mya Crawford
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/6/2024 5:59:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This really struck a chord with me Mya. Searching - yes, I know just what you mean. It doesn't seem to be this way for so many people, but for some of us it's a puzzle we work and work at even though we know it's probably unsolvable.. Thank you for writing this. Best wishes, Mark