Battling Poems - Poems about Battling

A whirlwind of emotions A cyclone of wandering thoughts A tempest of trepidation That leaves me baffled and distraught The devastation of my battling mind Wreaks havoc in the soul's sacred shrine. ...

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I would have been here sooner But I got in a fight with time And lost you see. It wasn't fair. I slept in a little bit, and it started his day way before me. I asked him where he would be about 2 or 3. And he said he would be around. I didn't know he meant around...

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Gaze into the battling fire - a whisper in savage red, And into the clouds that travel at the blind and cyclic wind's behest. When the murmur within starts to weave its frail thread, Calmly, let your soul rest in arms, as both alchemist and martyr in your quest. Don't ask if it's allowed, or if it's right, Nor if...

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did I soul mention? That I was in the drenches Battling wars of spiritual realms 1/10/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024© ...

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Breath! This is getting old. How can I catch something I’ve never had? I can feel myself grow cold, Just pretend everything is okay, I’m not allowed to be sad. How can I catch something I’ve never had? I watch as it slips from my fingertips, Just pretend everything is okay, I’m not allowed to...

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**My mental state here lately, hasn't been very well, Mainly because of everything I'm medically battling through. But whenever it's gotten to be too much, I feel like I blasted through Hell, My body's physically drained, & my mind is also feeling it too. **Since I first started coping with these horrific & progressive conditions, It feels like I've been...

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There is a hostile villain that lurks deep inside, turning the human body into a battleground. With disdain, it causes pain one cannot abide, but the fight goes on until a cure can be found. It strangles hope like an noxious climbing vine, One that I wish overwatering would simply rot. It stains a body with a toxic mark. I...

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Monsters under my bed Giggling & cackling. There must be five or seven of them. Long sharp nails, curly weird tails. Monsters under my bed Loud and upbeat. Five or seven of them at least, Please let me sleep. It's been months now of the same racket. One tugs at my sheets. Another makes this loud screech. There must be a bar under there, Listen to them...

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The enemy is shooting darts at me So violently Inclusive trying to cause me spiritual and bodily injury Battling demons I walk on, I need night vision goggles so that I can rock them They are shooting all around me Why because they be my enemy Battling demons I am mortal combat what the demons telepathy I...

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Battling, To My Fight For A Victory Mornings of my storms are coming forth to emerge, consisting of a sleepy tempest that's sitting lying within. The storm in its quake I do not trust, justifying its fury's of these strong emotions, they will burst. I ask my Lord, is this what...

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I woke up with vines strangling my neck and holding me down, but let me begin at the beginning of this adventure; it begins with a packet of running beans that looked appealing, said to be easy to grow, so I said to self,...

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We were like flowers In the garden of freedom Playing with bees and birds Fearing only to God Some hunters sailed to land Sudden like Corona From the direction of the tiring Sun sets They picked all flowers in cherish Very early to perish Of the garden they became rich Turning the garden to live with the witch...

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Battling The “D” Word (Tough Old Birds Never Give Up) By: Miracle Man 1-5-2020 I awake most days reasoning my future is late, I find scant moves fast enough to accommodate me. I’ve begun putting things aside, I procrastinate, And good times lay farther than memory can see. My chest no longer wears It’s once proud swagger, It seems just certain words are an...

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THE BATTLER Looking at life as a twisted road, with unknown holes waiting to explode, and driving with pride, is a lonely ride. Stress attacks like swarms of burning bees, nerves of fireballs between pinball trees, and no money to buy,not even a tear to cry A battler bleeds from desperate needs, with spiritual scars, a soldier of hope, and tattooed memories surviving to...

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She traces a litter of rising stars; while exploring a place blissful within-- or even feel a desire to extend a timeline where vicious crimson cells invade those mounds of chalice breasts, uninvited. And a once vibrant energy grows frenetic , nearly withering from the changed biopsy of a frame now boney, lightly...

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