Poems about Life Struggles - Page 3
41. The StringsPoem About The Confusion Of Chasing Or Sacrificing Dreams
The knot is strong,
The strings are tight.
It won't break loose,
No matter how much I fight.
The grip is fierce,
Disguised in every tear.
I wish to overcome
This emptiness of fear.
I know once on my own,
I might not survive.
But there is a mere chance
For me to be alive.
The cost of losing the bond
Could be my biggest mistake.
But I am done living
A life I can no longer fake.Latest Shared Story
I was really touched by the poem mam. My good friend's father also died 2 months ago, and I am really trying to do whatever I can. Giving them time, my love and support. But I don't know...
42. TimeTime Is Everlasting
Has always been there.
It was the beginning,
And it's going to be the end.
It is forever changing, never the same as it was before.
It was a minute here,
A century there.
It saw the creation of everything,
And it will see the destruction of all.
It is a universal and eternal entity.
We regret when we waste it.
We wish we had more when we run out.
However, when we do have it, we don't use it wisely.
We waste it, believing that we'll have it forever.
We don't realize that it'll eventually leave us,
Continuing long after we're gone.
It is neither a friend nor an enemy.
43. My WorldHoping My Wishes Become Reality
Heaven is where I wish to be,
But hell is where I remain.
Peace is what I seek,
But war infects my world.
Light is what I wish to see,
But darkness trapped me in the blindness of the night.
Joy is what I wish to experience,
But toil is what I endure.
Love is what I wish to feel,
But lust had my eyes fooled.
Freedom is what I dream of,
But addiction has me locked down.
Equality is what I hope for,
But men discriminate me from every angle.
Perfection is what I aim for,
But my vices retain my potential.
Maybe one day my wishes will become my reality,
But until then this inferno remains my world.Latest Shared Story
I can't imagine the amount of energy put into this work to make it as beautiful as it is. I have a deep passion for it.
44. ChildhoodMissing The Simple Joys Of Childhood
Going back to the time, doing all that I want,
Just living up my life, getting all that I can't!
Great was the childhood, innocent were the smiles.
Walking through the woods was better than today's long drive of miles!
Getting nostalgic at the sight of old places,
Feeling the magic of love, affection and kisses.
Wish I could be selfless and joyous once again
And forget the mess that ends up only in pain!
Empowerment Of Women
Come on, women!
Must rise to the challenges
Of your enhanced responsibilities.
We are already stronger.
Never feel blue.
Break the myth.
No force can barricade a determined woman.
Come out of your cage.
Bear the pain
Like you do the stilettos.
Wear your elegance every day.
Start rummaging for your upliftment.
Miles to reach acme.
Heads up, women!
Don't fear the fire.
Be the fire!
47. I'm LostLove Saved Me From Suicide
I feel like I'm dying
looking all around me
all I see is destruction and death.
I want to die,
I get a knife
I put it to my skin
all I want to do is see I can feel.
I look up and...
I see if I can tell what your thinking,
all I can see is concern and sadness.
I put down the knife, and run into your arms to cry.
I say "I'm lost," that's all I can say.
You say, "Your safe now. I can help you. All you have to do is ask."
I don't know what to do, I'm scared and hurt but I can feel your love."
WHAT DO I DO?Latest Shared Story
I am a nineteen year old female with two children, a boy and a girl. It wasn't easy, can you imagine having two children at my age with no matric. I know I'm intelligent, in fact, a genius,...
I was the sunshine that cradled your day
that tried to push the clouds away
I was the sand that ran between your toes
when you were four years old
that soon became the rain you danced in
from seven to eleven
And I watched you grow in the glow
of a moon that beamed
when you turned thirteen
How unfair you thought I'd become
when you turned twenty-one
because you lost a few dreams
But I stayed awake when you were out late
I was the stars 'till you turned twenty-eight
And when you found your love
I was glimmer in the eye, the blue sky, the sun
Then you turned thirty-one
I became cloud, thunder and shower
there weren't enough minutes to put in your hour
You forgot how to dance in the rain
'till you turned forty all you did was complain
Then you took off your shoes
and went back to the sand
I was now the warmth of your child's hand
you spent more time with me
And when you stood fifty years old
you stayed warm to me even though
at times I was cold
How close we grew
when you turned sixty-two
The breeze was I
that hung your grandchild's kite in the sky
And I'm sorry I made you sad
when I took "the one" away
But I was proud
when you pushed aside that cloud
and cradled 'me' in the sun
for the remainder of our dayLatest Shared Story
Who would be the voice of this poem God or a Mother?
You can find her there in her vegetable garden every spring trying to pull the weeds out of her soul. Picking and Preening she carries on till the sun is setting low. Cooking and cleaning , cleaning and cooking the life out of her fragile bones.
She holds the answers to all of the questions, six feet under is where they will go. Like a shark not wanting to stop , for it would surely meet a dead end, she sweeps her guilt out the door , and the wind blows it back in again.
What weight does she carry if any at all ? Is there any room left in her to grow? If only gardens could speak for the voice of the weak, then the fog of the past could go. No more would I weep for the questions I seek would not travel the six feet below.Latest Shared Story
Great story, Life is a mystery and it's up to us if we want to know the truth
Everyday I wonder and think
How much am I missing with every blink
Is the world spinning so fast
Or is it the time to forget the past
'Cause with every spine
There were happiness and moments that stood still
Many questions poured everyday into my head
Why don't the people care who is alive and who is dead
Why don't they open their eyes and see
That the world is changing while they are sitting in front of the TV
I guess we are drowning in our desires
Without knowing that there are some countries that are still on fire
So much anger is wrapped around my heart,
Compressing my blood to stop it from flowing delicately,
Tears drizzle down my bone cheeks as I bite my soft lips to avoid screaming.
My heart is pierce, sharp hater and jealousy,
I loosely open to those I thought I love.
I couldn't feel sorrow and despair,
I lay in the earth soil.
My tears fill a pond beside my tomb, I shut my eyes to seal the hole,
Nothing shelters me, but the tall grass concealing the land.
No one to see or feel the presence of my absence,
I blindly lose sight of where I am, deeply buried within nature's ground.
I hear cheers above my head,
Laughter of play,
Yet, I peacefully don't move or stir.
Is anyone there?
I shall not know,
So I gracefully shut my eyes, my heart feels a heavy burden.
I did not know such a merry place.Latest Shared Story
Sometimes people just aren't able to see the bigger picture. When the people we love so much don't seem to care about us as much as we care about them it hurts more than they know. I...
52. VanitiesSenseless Acts
The hand that rips the page of poetry.
The snake that chews the eye of the skull.
The flies that eat the carcass of the hare.
It's all senseless.
The woman drains the chalice
And vomits blood.
The man ascends the mountain
And collapses in mud.
The boy who murders his parents
Sees them every night by his bed.
It's senseless, all senseless.
A crowded room,
Are the foundations,
Lots of new faces,
Trying to figure out,
You and other people,
What everyone's about,
There's a lady with a smile,
Crying on the inside,
A man who looks happy,
With a son who's died,
An old beggar in the corner,
No one goes near him,
But he's the most interesting of all,
However dark and grim,
Silent words are exchanged,
Glances between familiar friends,
Clashes of opinion,
They never end,
Like two sticks rubbing together,
Some people alight,
But others are the water,
Trying to stop the fight,
Smiles with hidden truths,
Shoot across the room,
Though everyone knows the meaning,
These are smiles of doom,
Strangers do not mix,
It is the well known rule,
Though a rule never spoken,
It effects us all,
54. Point To Life
to the eye of the broken trail
if not faster then an unborn snail
with tears of red to which did cry
with all life known that had to die
and not perceive the standing door
to wish that life was not a bore
and heaven and hell had to fight
and scream through out the dreary night
55. Life With YouChoosing Life
I want to live,
I don't want to lie,
I want to be truthful until I die.
I want to die in my sleep,
for that alone would bring me peace.
I want to go to heaven
I don't want to go to hell.
Heaven is peaceful,
and it will suit me well.
That I know,
I also know,
though I want to go to heaven
I want to spend life with you.
Pansy, marigold and rose
No takers for their beauty
Cactus-collection is the rage
Flowers are not in favour
Thorns prick the drawing-rooms.
As gifts of love
With puff and pride
Freezing all fine feelings.
Of modern mind
57. C'est La VieC'Est La Vie
If only I knew how's it going to be
If only when I try to fix things, they became better
If only I was certain of how others feel
And if only people believed what I say...
If I knew how to show what I really felt
If I knew how to make people understand
If I knew how to make them believe
If I knew how to make them happy
If making people happy doesn't leave me sad
If making them understand doesn't make me an ignorant
If making them believe doesn't make me a liar
And if letting them know how I feel doesn't leave me numb
Things would've never reached that point
I know I would be in a much happier place
No one would ever blame me for not caring
No one would blame me for not thinking
That's life ....You're never certain
You never know, you're never sure
You're not going to live that dream of yours
And life would never be "trouble free"
You have to live with what you have
You try to fix the broken glass
You try to collect the shattered pieces
You make the best of everyday
It's like a train that never stops
Keep going through life without pausing
Just live each day and throw it behind you
Don't look back or you'll break your neck !Latest Shared Story
Loved this poem. It is so touching, that I almost cried.
58. What Is Life?
Life is a mansion
That stands on the pillars of hope.
Life is a span
That needs to be covered with cautious steps.
Life is a stepping stone
That guides you to achieve your destination.
Life is a preacher
Who overpowers you with majestic valour.
And inspires you to tread the rugged path
With zealous vigour.
Life is a guardian
Who would always be encouraging
But never sympathetic.
Life is a thorny bush
That brings forth fragrant blossoms to those
Who choose to persevere.
Life is a reward of God.
Initiation and culmination of it is God's discretion.
It is the retrospect of man,
Which decides the fruitfulness of his life.
Life is a mansion
That stands on the pillars of hope.
Latest Shared Story
Yeah, life is a mansion that stands on the pillars of hope.
59. Crazy DaysPoem About Making Memories
crazy days are loud and great
a memorable treat
crazy days you never forget
filled with laughter
crazy days are the best
warm and loving
and totally blessed
crazy days are fun and exciting
scary and wild
thunder and lightning
these crazy days you never forget
as these are special memories
locked in our heart
60. The EnemyPoem About Time Being Our Enemy
The clock ticks.
Our most powerful opponent.
He tries to defeat us
In the game of life.
Like a king,
And we are his peasants.
Our life is in his hands.
It's only a matter of
Until our clock
Runs out.Latest Shared Story
There is no enemy with God in your heart. Trust in him.
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