Poems about Life Struggles

Poems about Life Struggles

Poetry About Overcoming Life's Challenges

Life is full of challenges. Economic difficulties, serious illnesses, family problems, and political unrest plague people on a daily basis. How a person faces each challenge that comes their way however, says much about their character, who they are on the inside. Some people draw strength and inspiration from the experiences of others. Many famous poets from both the past and present have helped and inspired people to face and overcome life's many challenges through the words of their poems. Such poems help people to see they are not alone in their struggles and that it is possible to overcome their problems.

70 Inspirational Poems About Living Life to the Fullest

  1. 1. Time

    • By Joe Massocco
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2015

    Although I am only 26 years of age, I feel as if (in reference to The Rolling Stones' great song) time is no longer on our side. My family gets smaller as the years pass. I no longer have any grandparents, and the rest of the family rarely talks or gets along. I'm sure each reader thinks about how they really wish they appreciated their youth more, but we can't stop time; we can only cherish it.

    Poem About How Time Flies

    Tick tock...tick tock...
    Life is counting down on your internal clock.

    Memories that feel as if they occurred yesterday
    turn to flashes of moments that seem to fade away.

    People you once knew
    walk by without a clue.

    The times you once shared
    exist as if you were never there.

    Years fly...friends die...
    and you never know when you'll say your last goodbye.

    Oh, how I wish I could turn back time,
    spend it with loved ones and cherish what once was mine.

    Or to go back even more,
    being a kid in a candy store.

    How I miss the way I used to feel
    on Christmas day when Santa was real.

    But back to reality...back to today,
    family is scarce and memories continue to fade away.

    Tick tock...tick tock...
    How I wish I could control this clock.

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  3. 2. Rise

    A poem about refusing to be discouraged and refusing to be put down.

    I Will Rise

    I will rise
    After every fall.
    I will rise
    And stand tall.

    I will rise
    Over the wall.
    I will rise
    Above them all.

    Like the sun,
    Which never dies.
    Though sets every night,
    Every day it does rise.

    Like the ocean
    Whose tides
    Many times they are down,
    But invariably they rise.

    Like the trees,
    From seeds they arise,
    And heights great
    They rise and rise.

    After falling once,
    Twice and thrice,
    Again and again
    I will rise and rise.

    I will rise
    After every fall.
    After every fall
    I will rise.

    I Will Rise, Rise

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  5. 3. Fractured

    We all have been hurt by others, circumstances, and even by our own choices, but they become a part of us to teach us or to remind us how strong we really are.

    Strength From The Things That Try To Break Us

    You look at me and only see the cracks,
    Fractured, like a piece of glass.

    Some are shallow and straight,
    Created by silently carrying so much weight.

    Others are round and splayed like stars,
    Words, a solar system of scars.

    Some are deep and cut to my core,
    From trials I thought I could no longer endure.

    Some hold tightly to splintering shards that still cut,
    A painful reminder every time they are touched.

    Others are jagged and worn,
    And some are occupied with scorn.

    Some of them are lessons,
    Regretfully brought on by my own transgressions.

    All of them create an intricate mosaic of intertwined lines,
    Reminders of the things I’ve survived.

    A prismatic display of beauty and strength;
    Though I am fractured, I did not break.

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  6. 4. Sometimes

    A poem about the struggles of depression and finding a way to move on and smile again.

    Fighting Past Depression And Anxiety

    Sometimes I can't find the words
    That fill my messy head.
    Can't find the effort to smile
    Or get out of my silly old bed.

    The world just sometimes feels like
    I don't fit and don't belong,
    And even when I make the effort,
    A smile just doesn't last long.

    I could pretend with all my might
    That I am the happiest I can be.
    Surrounded by the world, it seems
    Lonelier I couldn't be.

    Not sure what may be the answer.
    Not sure if I'm really keen
    To spend another day here,
    Living this dreadful dream.

    But I must find some courage,
    Light a fire inside my heart
    And find a love for life again,
    And I know where I shall start.

    I'll walk among the forest
    And feel the crisp sea breeze
    And lay among the meadow
    And listen to all the bees.

    I'll figure out the mayhem
    And gaze at all the stars
    And dance at every sunset
    With a smile inside my heart.

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  7. 5. Find Your Drive

    • By Emma J. Swain
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 2017

    When you find your passion, you find a reason to live. A reason to keep persevering, to keep going forward and fighting and surviving.

    Inspirational Poem To Keep On Persevering

    Sometimes you just have to push yourself just to get out of bed.
    You stay up 'til 2am just wishing you were dead.
    You ask yourself, "Why can't it be someone else instead?"
    You get tired of all the thoughts in your head.

    You lose sight of who you want to be.
    You blame yourself, screaming, "Why am I me?"
    You wish you could just be free.
    Open your eyes and you'll see

    That life is what you make it, and sometimes it's hard.
    We get battered and bruised, mistreated and scared.

    We forget what's important.
    We forget our drive.
    We all need a focus point,
    A reason to survive.

    Find your passion.
    Find your drive.
    Find something that makes you fight,
    And you will survive.

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  8. 6. My Life Has Been A Tightrope

    This is a poem about the way life feels to me. It's very difficult and risky making it through each day.

    The Difficulty Of Life

    I feel as if I'm teetering
    High above a dark, black hole,
    And it's taking everything I have
    Not to lose control.

    My feet keep slipping off the tightrope.
    My arms start flailing in mid-air.
    I'm sweating 'neath the scorching sun,
    Blinded by its savage glare.

    I've been swaying on this tightrope now
    For more than half my life.
    But it seems to go on into infinity
    With no terminus in sight.

    One shaky foot in front of the other,
    My aging body sore and stiff.
    I've considered acquiescence.
    Perhaps it's time for me to quit.

    I'm so focused on survival
    And never looking down
    That I've lost sight of all the beauty
    That is everywhere around.

    The mountains towering over me
    With white blankets on their peaks.
    The green and sparkling river
    Flowing swift and aimlessly.

    The flawless azure cloudless sky.
    Those dark moments when she weeps.
    Her stars that shine so bright at night
    To safely guide my weary feet.

    Eagles soaring to their nests.
    The distant valleys deep and green.
    All of nature's busy creatures
    Who roam this earth so free.

    Those people who keep watch for me
    To catch me if I lose my balance.
    Who have staggered on their own tightropes
    So are well acquainted with the challenge.

    They keep vigil from a distance
    And have done their best to understand
    That I need to make this trek alone
    To become everything I am.

    The days and nights are passing now.
    My body's weak, but my will is strong.
    I stop and rest more frequently,
    But I recover and move on.

    I've been meandering this tightrope now
    For more than half my life,
    Surviving good and bad days too,
    But never giving up the fight.

    And those who really love me
    Who have never lost their faith,
    Have helped convince me through it all
    This was a journey I could make.

    So to all of you who are like me,
    Walking that fine and tottering line,
    Just put one foot before the other,
    And you'll master it in time.

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  9. 7. Tired

    This poem describes the way I often feel about the place I'm living in.

    Poem About Being Tired Of A Hard Life

    I'm tired of listening to the sound of my tears,
    Tired of constantly battling my fears,
    Tired of struggling with challenges that continuously reappear.

    I'm tired of wasting my days submersed in despair,
    Tired of words piercing my heart like sharp spears,
    Tired of living a life that is one big blear.

    I'm tired of pretending while deep inside I care,
    Tired of being stuck in toxic relationships and atmospheres,
    Tired of hypocrisy and lies in a world full of fakes and veneers.

    I'm tired of trying to believe,
    Tired of putting up a show,
    Tired of battling defeat,

    Just tired of feeling this way,
    Can I be spared?

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  10. 8. Camouflaged

    • By Kim McCrea
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2016

    I just write from the heart. Through events in my life, I find putting pen to paper is a great healer.

    Poem About The Beautiful Chaos Of Life

    In all chaotic beauty lies a wounded work of art.
    Beautiful but torn, wreaking havoc on my heart.
    Camouflaged by insecurities, blinded by it all.
    I love the way you sit there and barely notice me at all.

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    Let's live and not just survive.

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  11. 9. Choices

    This poem is about a girl losing her father, and she has trouble moving on. She tries her hardest to move on.

    Trying To Move On

    I see people laughing and joking all around,
    but on my face there is no smile; instead there is a frown.

    I never laugh anymore; instead I cry,
    and I never stop to ask myself, "Why?"

    I heard we live and die by the choices we make,
    and there's only so much a person can take.

    So just remember life goes on,
    and it hurts when someone leaves and is gone.

    So always remember, keep your head up,
    because another door is opened every time one is shut.

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  12. 10. Carefree

    • By Nordica D Lindgren
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2009

    I wrote this poem for my two brothers who were taken from me at the height of their lives. We never know when we will be called home....so just take a moment to see the beauty that is around us.

    Young, carefree, innocent,
    You sing, laugh and dance,
    Taking in all Gods' glory
    At every single chance.

    Grown up,
    You ignore the wonders
    That you cherished as a child.
    Gone is the carefree, honesty and mild.

    You walk around with blinders on,
    Into the race of money and greed.
    Not caring who gets hurt
    Just to fulfill your selfish needs.

    Stepping over the line of morals
    To have wealth and material things.
    Ignoring all God's gifts
    Like the first rain in Spring.

    Keep that little child inside!
    Hold her close to your heart.
    We're only here for a brief time,
    Then with this world we must part.

    For a moment each day it's OK to get silly,
    To laugh and dance.
    Take in all God's glory
    At every single chance.

    Carefree

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  13. 11. Inner Peace

    • By Joshua Fraser
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2018

    I was sitting at the beach, fishing. After having a few mental breakdowns during the week before, it was the first time I felt some peace.

    The wind whistles past my ears.
    Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
    The waves crash into the rocks.
    Out here there is no time on my clock.

    The serenity I feel here just soothes my mind.
    A peaceful day so hard to find.
    The breeze just calms my soul.
    Helps me think about what is my life's goal.

    I then look out over the ocean,
    And it feels like my life has lost its commotion.
    The sun sets down over the clouds.
    But the orange glow around makes me proud.

    As the night draws near.
    I feel like where I need to be is here.
    The soothing nature this afternoon brings
    Just feels like such a beautiful thing.

    I sit and wonder where life will go,
    But right now all I want is for time to slow.
    To enjoy this moment and feel free,
    To clear my mind and find some glee.

    It's days like these I truly treasure.
    Amazing nights and beautiful weather.
    It may not seem like much.
    But it's moments like these I want to clutch.

    For once I feel like life is bliss.
    So many hard days in which my happiness was missed.
    I could get lost listening to the waves.
    Listening to the birds and watching how the clouds behave.

    I could close my eyes and fade into the night.
    The tranquility I feel helps me win the fight.
    As the waves keep crashing into the rocks,
    I feel the happiness in my heart become unlocked.

    The day is drawing to a close.
    The peacefulness I feel right now I'll only know.
    Right now my mind is finally clear.
    It's time to go as the night draws near.

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  14. 12. Still Here

    Langston Hughes (1902-1967) had a lonely childhood, but he was raised by his grandmother who had a love of literature, so Hughes turned to books during those lonely years. This poem shows that even through the hardships of life, it’s possible to keep pushing forward. In this poem, Langston Hughes does not follow the rules of grammar, but that adds to the frazzled feel of the poem’s content.

    I been scarred and battered.
    My hopes the wind done scattered.
    Snow has friz me,
    Sun has baked me,

    Looks like between 'em they done
    Tried to make me

    Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'--
    But I don't care!
    I'm still here!

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  15. 13. I, Too

    Langston Hughes (1902-1967) settled in Harlem, New York, in 1924 and was a prominent figure of the Harlem Renaissance. In this poem, he wrote of the reality that faced many in the black community and how they were regarded as “less than” by other people. The poem ends with the hope that one day it would be different. He shared the expectation that those who looked down on them would be ashamed.

    I, too, sing America.

    I am the darker brother.
    They send me to eat in the kitchen
    When company comes,
    But I laugh,
    And eat well,
    And grow strong.

    Tomorrow,
    I’ll be at the table
    When company comes.
    Nobody’ll dare
    Say to me,
    “Eat in the kitchen,"
    Then.

    Besides,
    They’ll see how beautiful I am
    And be ashamed—

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  16. 14. You Could Have Given Up

    You could have given up,
    but you kept on going.
    You could have seen obstacles,
    but you called them adventures.
    You could have called them weeds,
    but instead you called them wildflowers.
    You could have died a caterpillar,
    but you fought on to be a butterfly.
    You could have denied yourself goodness,
    but instead you chose to show
    yourself self-love. You could have defined
    yourself by the dark days, but instead
    through them you realised your light.

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  17. 15. The Strength In You

    I’ve spent my entire adult life struggling with anxiety, always worrying about the worst case scenario. Even now I don’t know how to love something without being terrified of losing it. If I’m honest, some days I feel like I’m built entirely of glass.
    But I think there may be something profound in suffering; in the realisation that you’re stronger than you thought. I think back to the things I’ve been through, and while those experiences left their mark, I take solace in the fact that I’m still here; still pulling breath into these lungs. Maybe strength is a label that’s only earned from resilience; from enduring.
    The truth is, I had no idea how much I could take until the world showed me. There is strength here, even if I never wanted to find it.

    There is
    a strength in you
    you haven’t even
    begun to find.

    And that’s often
    how life works.

    You won’t know
    how strong you are
    until the world
    forces you
    to look.

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  18. 16. Before The Reaper Comes

    I think most poets feel this way.

    before the bullet it bit
    before the candle is lit
    before the last call
    before the curtain falls
    before the grave we pray
    there is something I must say

    before taps is played
    before the jazz parade
    before 21 guns sound
    before the final round
    before the fiddler we pay
    this I must convey

    before the sweet by and by
    before the tears we cry
    before the bells are rung
    before the reaper come
    before angles wing
    I have to tell you
    everything....everything...everything

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  19. 17. Falling Into A Black Hole

    • By Abigail E. Durden
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 8, 2022

    This poem is about struggling to control your emotions. We have to learn to live with them instead of letting them control our lives. If you can personally connect with this poem, please share your story! I hope this poem truly blessed you! You are so loved! I am praying for every single person who comes across this poem. :)

    When You Are Overwhelmed

    Slipping, spiraling
    Falling down and down
    My breath is suppressed
    My heartbeat ripped away
    By the vibrant color that will define my day
    The silence is like pins
    From my nose to my toes
    The blistering cold comes from within
    I marvel at the beauty
    I grovel at the power
    That taunts me every waking hour
    I feel a great pressure on my lungs
    Like weights pulling me down
    The battle that can never be won
    It's all in my head
    Or maybe it's not
    Falling into a black hole is easier than I thought

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  20. 18. Unsure

    • By Shawna
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 10, 2022
    Feeling Lost In Life

    So many of us lost in life,
    no idea where to go.
    Do we follow our heart's desire?
    Do we stay, or should we go?

    So many of us lost in life,
    not sure where we belong.
    Do we work through the struggle,
    or should we move along?

    So many of us lost in life,
    no clue if we will ever change.
    Failed attempts are mostly why,
    then there are those who crave the pain.

    So many of us lost in life,
    just trying to get by,
    wishing, hoping, wondering, waiting
    for the time that we can fly.

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  21. 19. Lost Innocence

    • By Michaela Remmel
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2015

    Humans have wronged, and I have noticed. You must imagine how strange it feels to a 14-year-old girl having to hear of all this hatred in school and on television. Unlike many teens, I'm using my talents to explain how I view the world. This took me a while to write and I had many mistakes to fix before I was comfortable enough to put it online. I hope that everyone who reads it can see a glimpse of the world from my perspective. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy.

    Poem About How The World Has Taken A Turn For The Worse

    Wind whistling,
    Snow glistening,
    We try not to,
    But we're all listening.

    Loud screams,
    Bad dreams,
    It's very far,
    But close it seems.

    Sad day,
    Lost our way,
    All we can do
    Is simply pray.

    Innocence gone,
    Life no longer long.
    We may not know,
    But we're all doing wrong.

    Joy lost,
    The Holocaust.
    We look to see
    Hearts covered in frost.

    Wars fought,
    Sins taught,
    Making mistakes,
    Hoping not to be caught.

    Not taking blame,
    Pushing for fame.
    As advanced as we are,
    We're still all untamed.

    Too much pride,
    Needing a guide.
    We will deny it,
    But behind lies we hide.

    Hurting others,
    Betraying brothers.
    Many forgetting
    To appreciate mothers.

    Lies are fed,
    Filling heart and head.
    Through all of these years,
    Innocent blood has been shed.

    Children abandoned,
    Lonely and stranded.
    We're all wasting the life
    That we have been handed.

    Taking from the poor,
    We're loving no more.
    Fight to be free,
    End up starting a war.

    People starting fights,
    No longer enjoying the sights,
    While mere mortals are taking
    Our God given rights.

    Soldiers killed,
    Void can't be filled,
    Pay close attention,
    For pure souls have been tilled.

    Need to find peace,
    Work together like geese,
    But greatest of all,
    The hate needs to cease.

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  22. 20. The Mask

    I wrote this poem back in 1997, I just came across it while going through some papers. I hope that you enjoy it.

    Different Faces To Hide True Feelings

    I look in the mirror at the beginning of each day,
    and ask myself what mask should I place on my face today.

    No not the sad one it's too revealing,
    I don't want to show the world my true feelings.

    For the mask that you can see
    camouflages the true me.

    It's my public face that I remove each night,
    when I bare my soul the mirrors light.

    It's the one meant for only my eyes to see
    it speaks of all my history.

    It tells of my youth and girlish ways,
    my adolescents and my young woman's dreams.

    It tells of good times of which I had my share
    of love lost and pain so hard to bear.

    So I choose my mask so carefully,
    to cover the face that was given to me,
    the one that was meant for only my eyes to see.

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