why are we here?

ever wondered what this life is for? why do we have to live? whats the purpose of life? the meaning? what exactly is it that we are supposed to do on earth? these are all the same questions....what i want is an ANSWER to what you think would be the answer to them, in the form of a poem.

I liked bob's idea about the prizes, and i shall also post the three winners ( no first second third, all three will have the same standing) in the members message forum. They get recognized, and encouraged, and commented and read by many more people than me.

So answer me poets, what is the purpose of our life?

Rules:
A poem a poet
Original
Title is a must
MUST answer the question, which would probably not be a correct one, since it is a mystery pondered by many men sinces aeons, but atleast it should bear your perspective of the meaning of your life.

On your mark, get set, THINK...deep....okay now you may go lol...

Contest ends when i decide.

~Senseless Delusions~

A life of mystery and confusion,
religion and other senseless delusions.
We were put on this earth to survive,
to covet and kill, to stay alive.

There is no true reason, meaning, or cause,
pondering the idea of life is time lost.
All that's important is to have your name known,
to have your life forever, set in stone.

Famous or infamous, you won't be forgotten.
Some will do good and others, do rotten.
Life should be lived for the attention of others,
not for God or your so called, "heavenly brothers."

Nothing can match eternal life,
not being successful or f u c k i n g your wife.
I would kill to have my name talked about,
Loving and caring, I could live without.

*Just to let you all know, I wrote this poem with the opposite view point of mine.*

~Sean Dohr~

*Edited*

To exist in a world of non-permanent beauty
To try to make sense of it all
To move through life in ignorance
Not taking risks, too scared of a fall

For we all strive for knowledge and power
We all want to be someone great
To make the most of all we want to do
To make our own choices, or following our fate.

To take in every last moment
To savor each and every breath
For every moment experienced
Will vanish into nothing with your death

It makes you wonder the meaning
Of the work you do, fun or mundane
For no matter how much or little you do
When we die, we all are the same

not sure whether this answers the question.... hmm well its about life

Life

I keep wondering most of the time
sometimes about these relations
but most of the time about meaning of life

without love,hate & pain
this world would go insane
some people stand upto crisis, some fall
some treat life as a part of misery
some people rise & some loose control
some take life as a beautiful journey
some tries to ignore their heart's call
some just know how beautiful life could be
no matter what, some just stand tall
and above all
they wonder too
like i do
sometimes about dreams
or how happy there life is
atleast that’s how it seems

*Just wondering*

**calling all poets, please enter this contest**

An Answer to What? A Question!

Is there an answer?
Surely there must be!
But an answer only comes from
a question.

Without a question
we can only try
to grasp in desperation
for a solution.

We have the basis
for a question -
Don't we?

Now we must try
to piece it together
step by step.
To form a statement
of our unknowingness.

Not easily mastered
for two intelligent persons
such as you and I.

Where does the question lie?
With you or with I?
Where is the answer?
In us or in her?

A question, an answer
and life goes on.
But did we get it right?
Or is that yet
another unanswerable question.

Who knows?

keep em comin

"Why here?"

This strange and amusing world,
Filled with love and hate.
So why are we here?
Because of fate?

Six billion people,
To many animals to know.
Many different languages,
Konnichiwa, hi, yo.

So why this world,
did we volunteer?
Why so many,
why here?

an old poem and not very good but oh well...

Why do we live? why do we die?
by Marjan Nouhnejad

Why do we live? Why do we die?
These questions seem to have no reply
But don't get tired. Let's think more
There should be an answer for sure

Some live to enjoy
Some live to rest
Some live to have fun
But which one's the best?

Some live to help
Some live to give
Some other people
Don't want to live

We're here to give
We're here to love
We're here to bring down
the heaven from the above

We're here to become better
We're here to learn
We're here to help each other
After that we're going to return

Return to where?
Some may ask.
To our home
After finishing our task.

But what's our task?
Some may wonder.
To get the answer
Let's ponder.

To develop
our spiritual potentiality
For this, one should be careful
of his/her own personality

By coming to know
And worship God
Overcoming life's hardships
is so easier than anyone can imagine.

come on, i know there are more coming....i can SEE it coming lol...post post people, post. :D

I will post one once I get out of school. I am in micro class at the moment but no time to put a poem in here.

okay confused, i'll be waiting :) everyone else pick uup your pens and get busy, tut tut!

What Is Life?
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What is Life?
Is it breathing the sweet air as you run and play?
Is it the lovely scent of a newly baked cake?
Is it reminiscing on a beautiful day?
Is it summer fun, down by the lake?

What is Life?
Is it spending time with your best ever friend?
Is it the thrill of the newly discovered?
Is it writing long letters to send?
Is it looking into the eyes of a lover?

Life is;
Dying in polluted air we cannot see
Becoming poisoned by the devils bake
Reliving a painful memory
The freezing winter we cannot escape

Life is;
Missing someone who said they'd stay until you die
Finding nothing, when you prayed above
Writing a letter, and recieving no reply
Losing someone you love

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Peace. [Sole]

awsome poem, but i swear i'll kill you if that really is the truth of life. damn. im ....confused.

get busy and WRITE i want poems cmon...

POSTTTTTTTTT

cmonnnnnnnn now im getting angry....

I AM NOT SURE IF THIS COUNTS BUT TELL ME IF IT DOESNT OK

Lifes Movie
by Tabby

Times change when days go on
And so do the people you know
And whispers of the past are gone
And knew ones are now aglow

Now we wait for what lies ahead
The future holds our lives at hand
It can be good or something to dread
We have no idea from where we stand

And sometimes we wonder why
The future has to always be the same
We wait for that time when we die
But till then we play lifes game

And As our life starts to burn out
Like the wick upon a candles top
We begin to see what lifes about
But then our breaths suddenly stop

So as we lay in our dying bed
We see our past life go by
Like a movie it plays in our head
It ends and now we begin to die

In every person it is the same
The future is a question of Why?
And each person plays lifes game
Just as each person attends to die

(this poem is about how I think of the future and life)

i hope this counts....

~*~pushing through~*~

sometimes life come at you fast,
it all may be a blur
and sometimes you may wonder why
your even in this world

you may feel like you are worthless,
like your just wasted space
you may curse and scream,
and want out of this place

at times life is hard,
it may throw you a curve ball
and then you may feel trapped,
like your back's against a wall

the obstacles in life might choke you,
keep you gasping for air
and when you cry out for help,
everyone is too busy to care

this life may feel so hopeless,
and you may find no reason to live
you're broken and you're tired,
and you have given all you can give

but even when times get tough,
just keep pushing through
your life may turn around and your wounds will heal, and the gray sky will turn to blue

when you feel like you have no one,
and all your momentum is gone
just dig deep down and find the strength,
and just keep pushing on

because i know what it's like to be broken and hurt
and i know what it's like to lose
but sooner or later you come to a point,
a time when you have to choose

do you surrender to the pain and hurt,
and let this life get the best of you?
or do you toughen up and look ahead,
and just keep pushing through?

*rachel*

EDIT:

erm... realized mine didnt really answer the question lol

i guess this would be MY latest definition...

The World Is My Control Room
by PreciousIllusions

You have only so much control
If it can happen, it will go WRONG
You never make a sound
but in my head
you come in loud & clear
The radio plays another song
for broken hearts
& tired swans

Assemble is destructive
in the torture chamber suite
This couldn’t be more unexpected
Fly on the seat of your pants
& other media clichés
Friends helping friends
What it’s all supposed to be about
Play it back
Some confusion & doubt
We’ll keep going until
the tape runs out

Throw it up
in the spotlight
Cut it loose
I’m moving on
I start to feel it on my own
& make the city feel like home

The silence rings so LOUD
in tune with the sorrow I found

Record to edit
everything
you said to me
Play it back again
Repeat

Stop Rewind
I think I’ve come undone
Breaking my intentions
I keep losing track

how much longer?

Ruby

i'll get to judging in a couple of days..

looking forward to it,
by the way, what memmebrs message forem?

Ruby

Hi People....so sorry I was like yearsss late to give the results… but here they are finally:
I know I said I will choose three winners with the same standing, but I have now decided to keep places.
Tatatata Tada!
1st place – Marjan
2nd place- Sole
3rd place- PreciousIllusions

These were the people whose poems answered the question to a certain degree…especially marjan, that poem is something to live by. All other poems were really nice too…it was only that I loved these people’s definitions of what life really is for. Thank you. I shall post the winners on the forum soon
Love, Dhaval
P.S.- Ruby, the forum is a place where all kinds of threads and messages can be posted, and almost everyone from p&q visits it, so you get recognition….

ohh ok! thanks for holding such an interesting contest

Ruby