Ambition Poems - Poems about Ambition

Aisha was fierce and sensuous and belonged on Broadway she knew what she wanted and was bound to get her way AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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rain or shine at every turn she has a smile for everyone she meets she’s kindhearted beyond reproach most considerate but finally learning compassion for every human being she has ambitions and lofty dreams determined to leave this world a better place Maybelline is a sunbeam on people’s path Submitted on May 18, 2025 for contest SELF ESTEEM ODES sponsored by CRYSTOL WOODS...

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Amouage is given to the Pope, the King, the Queen some we offer willingly others begrudgingly the honorable can be challenged or challenging the dishonored deemed unworthy, placed upon a teetering putrid pedestal Though at times impartial are the judges, not always too partial implies and infuses distrust unless we first seek to understand, make sense of it all it’s the way of the...

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It was true that I didn't have much ambition, but there should be a place for those without wings, a better place than the usual one, where dreams flow like rivers at dusk, how could anyone enjoy being woken up at 6:30 in the morning by an unrelenting clock, to jump out of bed like a puppet pulled...

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Am I my brother’s keeper? Well…in a way I keep your secrets in a chamber of my heart I keep your confidences hidden behind the lids of my eyes I keep your skeletons locked in the cupboard of my mind I keep your insecurities safe in a bag of many tears you’ve cried I keep your hopes in a jar with...

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An anaconda, Arthur, so wide, Tried to join a tightrope, and sighed. He wobbled and swayed, Then simply just stayed, "That's not balance," he hissed, "I've been lied!" ©bfa032225 ...

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"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em." — Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene V Some are born to crowns and gold, With power strong and wealth untold. Some will climb, with sweat and pain, To carve their names and stake their claim. And then there’s me—a simple bloke, Who’d rather nap than wear a cloak. Greatness...

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They called him a child of the sky, a storm-born spark, a rising sun His steps were light, his hands were quick, he climbed before he learned to run The world below had sung his name, its voices laced with awe and might You’ll reach the peak they whispered low, where all the stars align in light He climbed through fire, through fractured...

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In another life, I was a poet just as I am now. I have no idea when I started writing or how. The ambition to motivate has always been with me. I never hesitate to motivate and lift humanity to a higher degree ...

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Morning glory, The mountains stand in brown nudity, There's no shame in being mighty echoes the wind, The air is taut with the brooding silence of a storm, It will rain tears sooner or later, And the roar of affliction will cut through the silence, The rage of war will be a din, Churning cataracts of unceasing wants, Our hunger refuses to be...

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Greedy for affection Such is a sin Keep still Stay satisfied With remnants of love A heart that yearns Seldom leads to rejoice Stay put Keep complacent Contentment is no affliction Know that your desires shall never come to fruition...

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They call it a race, but it feels more like a circus— tightropes stretched over flames, clowns tripping over their own pride, while I, in my worn sneakers, stroll past their delicate egos. Let them shout. Their speed is a gunshot— all noise, no aim. I’ve got the calm of a bassline, the steady rhythm of knowing that slow doesn’t mean weak. Victory? It’s a cheap bottle...

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A man with dreams, so bright and grand, Sought capital from a bank's cold hand. He borrowed much, with hope so high, Bet his house, beneath the sky. The bank’s burden, a weight unseen, He turned to cheer in a bar’s dim sheen. With borrowed funds, he drank his fill, A fleeting joy, but fate’s cruel thrill. A girl beside, with eyes that...

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What if I can see it, smell it, almost touch it, That gilded throne where I will proudly sit, Would people think me mad, Is my ambition so preposterous and bad. And why not me, have I not earned this crown, Someone not worthy of that queenly gown, Bejeweled and composed for all to see, My vassals all around, bowing deep to...

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