Best Ambitious Poems
Ambitious Girl, your ideal for me
We living in a fake world, but you kept it real for me
Your drive is driving me crazy
Steering me to your direction,
crashing into your heart like I'm drunk doing 180
Make-up, you don't need it boo
Your beauty is a reflection of GOD and the image on the screen
You don't feed into
I love how your determined to follow your dreams
Be the next star on the movie screen
Not focused on material high price jeans at the venue
I love the genes thats in you
Love what you aspire to be, you inspire me
To do the same
You getting older so you don't have time for the games
These other girls can't even fathom your imagination
They show off ass, you showing off your aspirations
I'll be there for your graduation, you got all this passion waiting
My last one didn't have what your packing which is fascinating
I can tell you love the thrill of the chase
Don't smoke but these drinks you willing to chase
To have the pain erased, still hold that smile on your face
Your spirit can't be replaced
While you logging into school, in your dorm
Your honey to these niggaz who B ready to swarm
I'm here to help motivate,
My heart is a home for you so you'll 4ever have a place
To rest
From the Stress
From MD to wherever, our mutual respect will connect- GQ
You’d never guess all the times
Though unknown to my eyes, you are
Frequently praised in my rhymes.
Heart that’s revealed to your heart -
Open like sea to rain fall
That levels distant mountains,
Open like ear to bird’s call
That springs from fields unbidden.
Trusting that you’ll feel the same.
I wait for you unhidden.
Ardor is child of the Spring
And though Love can’t be frozen, still
Timing is Love’s golden ring.
Scouting the path you might take -
Planting myself right beside
It, waiting garden footsteps,
Rustle of dress prophesied,
You stoop to pick my blossom.
Nestled in crook of your arm,
At peace, and feeling winsome.
Brian Johnston
January 12, 2016
As an infant, I would never know
about the the things life would lead me to go.
At age five, I start my innocent life
but still don’t know my ambitions nor my strife.
From ten to fifteen, I want to change the world,
so I wait for my chance to be unfurled.
From sixteen to seventeen,
I wait for the end of being a teen.
Now at eighteen, I begin adulthood.
Now my ambitious life will be twice as good.
I await for my journey to start,
as graduation will someday be a work of art.
I don’t know what tomorrow would bring,
but I know I can accomplish anything.
As I walk down the stage on the 19th of May,
I will see how my remaining life will play.
I set off on an ambitious journey;
Several years gone I embarked on a travel
To a beautiful destination miles away,
And I did not know the paths very well.
I thought it would take a year or two
To reach that much-desired end,
But it’s a whole seven years now
And I’m still trekking, friend.
I knew other littler destinations
That mortals of softer tissues chose,
But those I counted not manly enough,
For their easy reach, and being boring close.
And while they finished their journeys
And sat to receive cheap medals from men their kind,
I still did the tricky roundabouts and travelled on
Till sometimes the path became too blurred to find.
I might be wrong and I might be right
To hazard such a full-size risk upon my little life,
But these journeys have their stern immutable code
Once you set off, you must finish despite the strife.
I could be lost and I could be right on track,
But now it’s too late to worry or cry.
The path I took has no places to turn
And one must trudge ahead until they die.
And unlike other commoner voyages
Where one may other wayfarers find,
Here one walks alone and alone
Without turning to look behind.
There are no water spots beside the road
To sate the traveler’s long-borne thirst.
Nor are there any snack joints near
To quell the pangs of the journeyer cursed.
One moves and moves without rest
Until they either reach the prescribed end,
Or die at some fiddly portion of the road,
Such as a sharp corner or an unexpected bend.
The chances of failure are all-time high
And those of triumph near-nil bro,
No congrats for simple feats
The kind that softer men applaud with awe.
With all my woes faithful friends will wonder
What in history shall become of me.
I desire no laurels for nerve or raw bravery
Nor some posthumous honorary degree.
A simple epitaph befitting a demented traveler
Will suffice for a restless man like me:
“He Took the Road That Many Dreaded”.
And on my head plant an evergreen tree.
A nonentity I lived:
Ignoring all the risks that others could see;
A nonentity I’m prepared to die:
My only mourners an epitaph and a tree.
A rising editor is in search of a poet
Whose poems would bring him up
A tone up fate and stunning fortune
Here is a poet waits to come across an editor
Whose distribution and managing quality
Would help him to become an author of a bestselling book
And let fame and name come crawling
And make him a super star
In this duel of the ambitious two
So many ‘’genius’’ readers are robbed off
From having good poems in their shelves
And reading them in silence or recite them aloud
Form:
Like I say. I fly, I drive, live and arrive.
Power stone, the staff of judgement, the hammer of justice.
The Karate punch, empicably different, life of sky.
Birds fly? But do they see? Can they eat without guilt.
A mind eclipse and peak, I breath, to divulge powerfully.
Like I say; Give it to the next man, the bandit, the Robin-Hood.
The poor never see flying, they see poverty and absence of wealth.
I fly to the lord, request a better body a bondage of freedom, more wealth.
A poor-man with heroine, a black-belt in poverty.
No fusion is right with spirit.
Breath, punch, fly clearly, yes clearly I say.
Philosophies of the McDonalds chain, both in abscent poverty.
Breath once more, punch and breath discipline.
The morning has officially begun
It’s the new reality of my life plunging ahead in full gear
It’s only fast forward from here to forever on
I don’t wanna look back but whenever I try…
I’m impressed by how fast that bit of history fades away into insignificance
A brand new life with brand new possibilities
My greatest dreams revised
This sure has to be the time of my life
All the signs are bright to this light
Today I celebrate mediocrity’s demise
I know what I want and I know I can get it as soon as I want
I swear allegiance to creativity, discipline and commitment
I sacrifice my unnecessary pleasures for study and prayers
I’m focused on the rewards, for they belong to me if I dare to believe
I’m the prince of a dream and it’s now time to conquer reality and personalize it
Form:
Muse imagination fires; another night’s sleep, lost.
Carpal tunnel initiated; muse pours herself through.
Flood of her dreams; my heart’s delighted by her flamboyant artwork.
Luminosity
Pending rendezvous with Earth
An ambitious star.
she had a burning desire; an egocentric thrill.
a need to disrupt the constancy of her life,
to dramatically dissociate from conformity,
and become the sole dweller of her universe.
one that rebels it's place in the cosmos.
she was already remote from the others,
outrageously imposing and other-worldly,
she accentuated perfect idiosyncrasy.
for her icy mantle that created fog halos,
she carried a core imbued with a fever.
she fanned the flame to burn into an inferno,
until she shifted her life into full retrograde,
bridging together the divides of her nature,
she activated her freedom and individuality;
a woman of color in a monotonous crowd.
with life's impermanence cruelly threatening,
she manifested every energy in abundance,
channeled her soul's sacred wavelength,
hauled her dreams into subliminal orbit,
for she had one chance to envision her self.
voyaged into a black hole of introspection.
unaffected by forces that oscillate around her,
she dismantled every negative tendency,
and like a celestial body as eccentric as Uranus,
she awakened her own cosmic rhythm.
I can feel you with your clutches grasping with fever
Royal red and a fiery blue flames
I can picture you with a heart of need
Intense with desire
Eagerly ready to rescind
Aching with humanity
I reach for your hand
Written for John Rhinem
Chickens aim so high.
Aha! That's what I thought too,
When I hear you cluck.
Dream the ambitious dreams of romantic young!
Their visions of life have just begun.
Encourage their future road.
Reassure their load,
reachable
rung.
Teachable,
achievable code,
in a continuous mode
to reap rewards of what they’ve begun.
Dream the ambitious dreams of romantic young!
An ambitious man, wealthy he was
Dashed into the sea
To pick a pearl
Into Shark’s open and hungry mouth
Both entered
The man wept and cursed the pearl
On his knees he begged the Shark
“Allow me go out even by hind-door”
‘No way… both doors are lacked’, the Shark answered!
Sitting in the Hall Of Pain
malnourished of courage, a cloudy brain,
the walls stand tall and plain,
stretching up as high as flying planes.
My core in confusion,
fuming flames icy conclusion?
Those planes fly high up on the ground,
below me sky moving left to right,
floating, is this Hell I've found?
In front I see a door, it says exit,
but I don't trust it, it's spelt dyslexic,
everything here is in the wrong place,
a thought I am too, my saving grace.
Failure in life results in a mental punishment,
getting lost in a rhyming addiction
for a sense of false accomplishment.
A dire time for me, self fined a fee by this mind of mine,
suffering alone, no one, nothing, my own,
a planet with no sun, I'm a worthless clone,
a shadow of my former self, mystealth.
Numb to the desperation blind to inspiration,
yet desperate enough to believe the invisible,
everything visible makes misery of miserable.
I'm deep but I don't speak too a belief in entities,
but my God in heaven please, give strength to me,
I beg I pray I plead,
nothing more than the minimal need.
Survival will allow me too show I'm ambitious,
I'll thrive the sky high aiming for satellite dishes.
***INVENTED A WORD
"MYSTEALTH"
A shadow of my former self