Grind Poems - Poems about Grind

...5/6/24 I got to grind All the time In order to rise As it coincides and goes with time An ode that's signed With an open mind Looking at it from both sides Otherwise I'll just nosedive ......Read the rest...

...Beneath the burdens of countless nights, In the cursed silence of the soul's waiting room, I sat, the last one, loneliness carved by the chisel of forgetfulness into the stone of my heart, Blockin......Read the rest...

...Now all our crops are in and larders full, so we’re ready for wicked winter’s worst when we face those freezing Arctic attacks. We have in our store: dried fruits, roots and nuts along with sev......Read the rest...

...Beneath the churning skies and wrathful sea, A lone man wails into swirling agony. Each crashing wave, a relentless assault, Mirroring the chaos of his inner tumult. Beneath tempestuous heaven......Read the rest...

...I got to get it I got to win No competition No, not me, friend Round of applause Toast to the best It hasn't been easy Made it yes Yes I conquered And I came One day you will know......Read the rest...

...Spread it out on the ground and let’s see how far it reach; spread it out on the ground and you will see where destiny is bound; spread it out and measure it and you will know exactly if it fits. ......Read the rest...

...Trailing clouds of glory do we come Until by the end we are left dull and glum. How it all came to this We are responsible For being so remiss The magic of our early moments Emblazoned in ......Read the rest...

...“How are you doing?”… (sigh)… “Busy”… we hear and say it all the time Wearing our busyness as a badge of honor while stuck in the grind Why are we are always moving like we have somewhere else to......Read the rest...

...In our human journey, we all have flaws, They're woven into life's every pause. Sometimes we hurt those we hold so dear, Though it's not on purpose, the pain is clear. Inside, we want to share th......Read the rest...

..."Lee, you awake?" Yeah, sorry. "Where were you?" Nowhere, my call? Fold. Looking around the table, I couldn't have drifted that long, Wouldn't have known from the stares, whatever the faces. The......Read the rest...

...The Age of Man We carried on The age of man Till moon of tin bore An electric sun And all machines Shone bright and clean Keeping silent But wanting more Till the purpose mind Did lo......Read the rest...

...Yes, I could have said that better, it came out wrong. No, I wasn't trying to be mean, just, rational. Your mother is a fine old woman, but does she need that luxury nursing home, and must it b......Read the rest...

...In the land of the laundry room, a mystery does reside, Of the missing sock that vanished, leaving its mate behind. Was it a daring escape, a sock rebellion in the night? Or simply an accident, a ......Read the rest...

...on a rearing steed Sir Rowelph rode and rode, he rode through snorting nose of thunderous fan, his stallion galloping, charging, claiming land to the rhythm of a drummer’s hand down silt and du......Read the rest...

...This life's trying to kill me, Grind me down, Beating me slowly. Looking at pictures of the old me, I see my face but I don't really know me. Who is this person I've become? At what poi......Read the rest...