Poems about Life Struggles - Page 3

  1. 41. The Strings

    • By Hanima Nawaz
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2015

    I am a 21-year-old Civil Engineer from India. I am usually a happy writer, writing poems about nature and puppies. But a year ago, I lost my father to cancer and my whole life took a turn. I am no longer the same bubbly girl I used to be. I am not that comfortable talking about him to others. So to not fall in depression, I write my feelings down through poems. I have updated a few of them on my Facebook profile, too. But this one I wrote last night and have not shown to anyone.

    Poem 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.

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  2. 42. Time

    • By Andres G. Rendon
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2016

    It is about time being ever-changing and everlasting.

    Time Is Everlasting

    Time
    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.

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  3. 43. My World

    • By Xavier Mentor
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2018

    Discover the words of a man in a world of foolishness talking about his wishes but realizing that is not his reality.

    Hoping 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.

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  4. 44. Childhood

    • By Aniket Jangam
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2016

    While going through hectic times for a couple of years, my little mind lingered to the innocent, ecstatic days of my childhood, which provoked me to write up this short poem and many others like it about life, the changing times, the changing people, and the way it all affects us! I would love to be able to live our old days yet again and do the things we missed out in the past!

    Missing 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!

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  5. 45. A Rhapsody Of Empowerment

    • By Vaishali Vishnukandan
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2018

    It is all about encouraging a women to come out of her cage and work for upliftment.

    Empowerment Of Women

    Come on, women!
    Must rise to the challenges
    Of your enhanced responsibilities.

    Yes!

    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!

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  6. 46. Give Yourself The Gift Of Silence

    Take the time you need
    to crawl in a space
    of silence.

    You don’t owe anyone
    any story, or
    any explanation.

    You owe it to
    yourself to work on
    your healing.

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  7. 47. I'm Lost

    • By Rebecca
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008

    Love can save you from your darkest moments.

    Love 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...
    your there.
    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?

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  8. 48. The Journey Of Life

    • By Gerry Mattia
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2009

    A nostalgic look at life and how it can be personified.

    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
    "the one"
    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
    At forty-three
    you spent more time with me
    You began
    to understand
    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 day

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  9. 49. The Six Feet Below

    • By Andrew
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2008

    I am a artist and poet, I wrote this poem about a woman I struggle daily to understand. It's of some what a personal nature, but I feel the poem speaks for itself anyway. It's hard to completely move on with your life, when your past is holding you back.

    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.

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  10. 50. In A Blink Of An Eye

    • By Hana Kent
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2008

    This poem is about a girl who is wondering and looking for some answers about life

    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

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  11. 51. Concealment

    • By Victoria
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2011

    This poem just mainly reflects my feelings within myself and those around me because being a student is sometimes difficult. Sometimes people fail to acknowledge their faults within themselves which becomes a burden to those around them.

    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.
    What anguish?
    I did not know such a merry place.

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  12. 52. Vanities

    • By Michael Monkhouse
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2008

    senseless acts

    Senseless Acts

    It's senseless.

    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.

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  13. 53. A Rule Never Spoken

    • By Becky
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2009

    A crowded room,
    Buzzing conversations,
    First Impressions,
    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,

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  14. 54. Point To Life

    • By Sean Schroeder
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008

    Is there a point to our struggles in 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

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  15. 55. Life With You

    • By Madison F.
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2008

    Choosing life to be with you

    Choosing 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.

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  16. 56. Cactus

    This poem is metaphorical commentary on modern sorded living. It suggests the loss of positive value system in today's life. The rage of Cactus at the cost of flowers is symbolic which calls for an early redressal.

    Pansy, marigold and rose
    No takers for their beauty
    Cactus-collection is the rage
    Flowers are not in favour
    Thorns prick the drawing-rooms.

    Exchanged
    As gifts of love
    Exhibited
    With puff and pride
    Freezing all fine feelings.

    Depravity, deformity
    Cold cunning
    Of modern mind
    Sprouting up
    In cactus-craze.

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  17. 57. C'est La Vie

    • By Miroz
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2009

    What I feel

    C'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 !

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  18. 58. What Is Life?

    • By Susmita Dutta
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2014

    Judging life is a difficult task. Man undergoes different experiences in life which help him to understand life to some extent. It is at times too harsh and many a times a little soothing. Try and understand life through my poem.

    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.

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  19. 59. Crazy Days

    • By Tashajade
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2015

    This poem is one of my favourite memories. I love it so much and decided to share it, as others all over the world will know what I mean by these crazy days are special forever.

    Poem About Making Memories

    crazy days are loud and great
    funny, happy
    a memorable treat

    crazy days you never forget
    filled with laughter
    not regret

    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

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  20. 60. The Enemy

    • By Hariet
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2016

    In my opinion, time is our most evil villain.

    Poem About Time Being Our Enemy

    Seconds.
    Hours.
    Days.
    The clock ticks.
    Time.
    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
    Seconds.
    Hours.
    Days.
    Until our clock
    Runs out.

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