Best Difficulty Poems
How steep is the slope in front of you
that you see it practically impossible to climb?
How wide is this Ocean
which seem insane to cross over?
Brace up, put your mind together
and just imagine the snow falls in June
and Flowers grow black petals.
Imagine Togo experiences Winter
and Red + Yellow gives white.
Imagine a huge Maize Tree
and a tuber of fresh green Apples.
Imagine Pigs with long wings
and a flock of Goats happily swimming.
Imagine standing under the rain
and not getting wet
Imagine hair grows on the palm
and a Cow walking on its Horn
Imagine February having 31 days
and December, just 28.
Imagine cartoon characters becoming real
and rolling 13 in two 6-sided dice.
Imagine the birth of a fluent German speaking Newborn
to an Arab Mum
after just 10 weeks of gestation.
And a 100km bridge, built with rubber
Imagine an innocent virgin
becoming pregnant with Triplets.
who created the new lives through the internet.
Imagine a Man, getting younger with age
and the cat and mouse peacefully coexisting.
Imagine fire, drying out water when they meet
and pepper becoming sweet while glucose becoming bitter.
Imagine the scent of a perfume smelling from a picture
and a Chest X-ray photo showing the intent of the Heart.
Imagine the best newscaster
as a bad stammerer
and the fastest runner
without Limbs.
Imagine the blind from birth
who's able to differentiate between Colours
and a retrograde existence
where Life starts after Death.
Imagine a Dog as the Master
and man as its pet
or a Camel,
passing through the eye of a needle.
Though impossible,
all can be pictured in the mind
which is the starting point of actualizing all forms of reality.
Since 'never' never exists
and St. Never's day isn't imaginable
your huddle then becomes a mere challenge
and in no time, you'll be at the top of the cliff
as you look down, smile and say
"Difficulty isn't impossibility"
“The Difficulty Of Change”
Written: By Tom Wright
2-18-2006
I’m sure it’s been a most daunting task,
Parting with things you held most dear.
But in God’s light you continue to bask,
Seeking guidance to combat your fear;
Another location you’ll now call home,
Though it may not seem quite the same;
To neighbors, you’ve tearfully bid shalom,
For a new milieu and neighbors name;
Age has crept among us on velvety paws,
There’s but one escape to this fact given.
You have lived upright, obeying God’s laws,
And your witness has been most driven.
The mental mementos of life you hold,
Now, summon from mind’s corners deep.
But continue on in Christ, being bold,
Until, in Christ, you are called to sleep;
Behind every difficulty
Look deeply for a solution
Never think it will be easy.
Sometimes it appears so tricky
To be worthy satisfaction
Behind every difficulty.
Sometimes you try best as can be
Rolling over resolution
Never think it will be easy.
Sometimes you take the task lightly
Without a priori caution
Behind every difficulty.
Sometimes you show little worry
About making a decision
Never think it will be easy.
Sometimes there’s animosity
Which makes assorted division
Behind every difficulty
Never think it will be easy.
The abounding nature of a problem is the emblem of certainty
Witty and Brave is a product that lives among humanity
The glory of your story can be found in the difficulty!
Difficulty is what wakes up the genius in the face of adversity
Humans can cope
Holding on to the rope of certainty is a matter of faith!
Therefore, you can use pressure to rise above any situation
Because the treasure inside of you must
Come out through the evolution of pressure!
The fragility of time refines the process
And defines the courage that rages on inside the difficulty
The resilience of innovation is embedded in your imagination and
The abounding nature of a problem is the emblem of certainty
Witty and Brave is a product that lives among humanity
The glory of your story can be found in the difficulty!
Difficulty is what wakes up the genius in the face of adversity
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Once there was a rabbit
who couldn't pronounce 'r.'
With such a language deficit
you can only go so far.
"In the wealm of womance
I warely had a second date,
so I had no other option
but to accept my lonely fate,
till the day I met a bunny
who suffered from a lisp.
She found my speaking funny.
We got married in a wisp.
Sometimes my mind goes completely blank,
And I cannot recall a name, place, or event,
It can be problematic, to be perfectly frank.
It surely has nothing to do with what I drank
Occasionally the brain seems to be absent
Sometimes my mind goes completely blank!
I find myself utilizing the old alphabet prank
One of those mnemonic devices to augment
It can be problematic, to be perfectly frank.
It can be quite embarrassing in my local bank
Not remembering a teller’s name to comment
I find myself utilizing the old alphabet prank.
Am I becoming, I wonder, a senile old crank?
Are my years overcoming me? Shall I relent?
It can be problematic, to be perfectly frank.
The last time it happened, my poor heart sank
Seems only I knew exactly what I had meant
Sometimes my mind goes completely blank
It can be problematic, to be perfectly frank!
Written August 31, 2022
Thirsty life, thirsty heart
The tendency of my thought
Takes me nowhere
Ifs and buts to bear
Stuck in the web of emotions
A feel of blood circulations
Hearing the sounds of my heartbeat
Lots of tensions and feeling the heat
Waiting for something to happen
For getting rid of all the tension
So that the acute thirst might end
Making room for cheering blend
Regarding yours truly
he experienced setback
amplified by Luddite propensity
nostalgic longing for simpler age
bring back horse and buggy
better yet find me a mancave
and/or apprise me
ideally via email
Flintstone web page modality
allowing, enabling, and providing
excellent linkedin access
whereby augmented
and/or augmented reality
telecommunication simulation
delivers, exports, and ferries lame poetaster
to small town America
a place that time forgot and
the decades cannot improve
within which dwell
strong women, good-looking men
and above average children
Wobegon place name
preserving lifestyle
exhibiting voluntary simplicity
though aforementioned fictitious locale
fires up imagination as does
a place called Willoughby
flourishing along outer limits
of twilight zone
buzzfeeding outlier zee
crème de la crème confabulist
this side of Schwenksville
hankering towards... nebulous
body, mind and spirit synchronicity
courtesy sweat of mine brow equity
acquiring alliance, cognizance, existence,
guidance, intelligence...
think Dick Proenneke
alone in the wilderness survivalist
jack of all trades
I would live free,
yet nevertheless die
ill equipped to captcha victuals
and/or drink
to stave off hunger
and/or thirst respectively
one twenty first century beastie boy
heavily dependent upon
urbanization, mechanization,
industrialization, civilization
to savor creature comforts
climate controlled environment(s)
courtesy finite fossil fuel extraction
*****sapiens scourge upon planet Earth
me metaphorically on par
one more human parasite
zapping nonrenewable resources
thus desirous (yet helpless)
to forsake consumerist lifestyle
yet lack ways and means
to toil physically
to wrest good n plenti
juicy fruits of labor,
which initial premise
as iterated with poem title
dramatically off tangent, yes?
Sometimes things are harder -
than I feel that they should be.
Some they make you stronger-
So, why do I feel so weak?
Perhaps because I'm tired-
from all the battles that I've fought.
And maybe I should think-
about the lessons that they've taught.
But sometimes it is hard-
to try to find the silver lining.
So when my thoughts get dark-
I think of reasons to keep trying.
For my Claire Bar, Bubba James-
and for my Colty Boy as well.
I love my "Shuga-Boogas"
more than my words could ever tell!
So when I'm feeling sad -
and I feel my world fall apart.
I think of them and smile-
because they're always in my heart!
I Love You
-Mommy :)
There are a zillion things I could say to you:
For instance I could say;
I love you more than the secret love between sun and moon,
Love of dark fiery light that eclipse in the heart of my soul,
Love that blooms my earth and ocean
to a vortex of red life and blue love.
Or I could say:
I love you in the infinitude of divinity;
Love that smothers the stormy whispers of death,
Love which opens the skies of the celestial place
to stream the immortal spirit of eternal love in my soul.
Still, out of the zillion things I could say to you,
I find no words with the power to define my simple love for you.
And when I carefully listen to the voice of my voiceless soul,
listen to the words which closest define my eternal love for you
I need all my heart, my blood, my soul and strength
to say the words:
I love you.
I'm going to level with you
I don't know how to say it
Everyone has already told this story
It's all been said before
But it's true
Every word of it is true
I guess I never realized how true it was
But now I know
Every story about butterflies my stomach
Every song about setting my heart aflutter
They've been told time and time again
And every word is true
Every story
Every note
All of it
It's all true, and it's about real things I feel about you
The words seem trite, but they're all real
For me, anyway
I love you
With every story and song
If you can find shelter when the firmament rumbles
And drips spears of weighty waters
Keep about you the hope that clear skies might come,
Be glad for the storied house that a stray seed built,
That you might claim, and in it, brave the storm.
Heaven takes no command from men
that are stuck by the roadside under makeshift nests;
Prepare, then, to wade from November’s head to April’s tail.
Find friends in the things that crawl, things that creep and jibe.
Say comrade to the tippy tapping tango of rain by the tree’s end.
Before the tree gives much comfort and you forget to miss the sun,
Before you curse Icarus for being too kind to the warmer things,
You will know that the earth can be dark and unforgiving;
The wind stings your skin like lashes from an iced belt
and the cold envelopes your adolescent patience.
The first men gave unto you rocks to strike light and conjure warmth,
Do not yet lead praises due north nor kindle your grass roof,
Because this shelter is made from paper, petrol,
Paraffin, and things that burn;
And you are matchsticks bathed in kerosene.
I wander what wauld happen
Af I sabstituted an A far
Avery farst vawel an a santence?
I bat at wauld laok lake thas!
Happy days are hare again!
Russell Sivey
It is easy to give you my
word,
but I am giving you my
world.
It is easy to make you my
wife...
I will rather give my life.
It is easy to give you a
flower,
but I will give you my tower.
It is easy to give you a ring,
but I'll forever make you
sing.
It is easy to give you a
crown...
but I will never let you
down,
it is easy to give you
pleasure,
but much more I will
endure...
It is easy to make you smile,
but for you I'll go the extra
mile.
It is easy to say....YES, I do,
but for you I'll always be
true.
It is easy to stay together,
but for you it will be
forever.
There is no difficulty level
my dame,
ours is a golden grain, not
a game
(c) 2012.
Adeleke Adeite.
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e=mc
receptive
patience = unity x difficulty