Best Fight Poems

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Leaning against the ropes, eyes swollen half closed

Its been a long fight....

Blood dripping from a dislocated jaw

Body beaten and bruised; taking a few more blows

Crowd screaming; colourful figures; cloudy sight?!

Knocked down a few times but, not counted out yet

Not yet; still standing to catch a...

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Take me into the realm of your midnight dreams awakening sleep 
Bring us to a higher level far away from misery and despair
Where waves through oceans are kissed by a salted breeze blowing 

A place where mind can fly upon strong waves, straight lines on...

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Fight or flight mode always on
Can't explain to anyone
what is going on in life
Internal/External strife

"Take a breath; you'll be alright"
Set a match to dynamite
World without is going mad
World within is getting sad

Cortisol spikes all the time
Rarely am I doing fine
"Wake up! Someone's calling you!"
"Look around!...

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I travel this road all alone
A journey unlike any other 
Setting my pace and tone
Starlight becomes my lover

Need to travel my own voyage
Before I can actually move on
Stop letting life take me hostage
Be ok with myself, number one

Life has many ups and downs
Only I can...

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The folly of the fight


These four walls; such contemptible and wretched creatures-
mock me, taunt me, deride me as weak and worthless.

I am shackled to the two evil twins-Misery and Myalgia.

As I wrestle with my afflictions, I throw tantrums-like a feral beast 
charging towards the drawn...

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Don't give up the fight

Vs 1
I know that you have suffered in the silence,
(but) I never knew that you would go this far...
I thought I understood your pain...
now memories...are all that remain...
now I look to the stars

Vs 2
I see in others eyes- they too feel...

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Life Is So Precious And For It One Must Fight

When heart has been crushed, sorrow is all one knows
Pain becomes crushing, world delivers constant blows
Even dawn its glory, wavers and fails to shine
Grapes are withered, falling from a dying vine
Soul looks to Heaven, begs fervently...

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The world so breezy
Everything seems so creepy
Hiding in the corners of fear
Lose attitude and pride with tears

All the beautiful dreams we had at night
what's the point since you never will fight
Pain builds mountain inside of me, all I see is blood
Screaming shouting og endless echos...

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There once was a fight on my plate
In front of my face while I ate

The Broccoli on the left picked up its Spear
And stabbed the Corn on the right, right in the Ear

The Avocado Artichoked the Zucchini
Before the Pepper rang the Bell on that meanie

The...

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Beginning a journey with unseen ends,
Saluting your old life behind, you walk on.
Encasing your love deep in your heart,
Grasping to a single portrait in your hand.

Duty holds your head high,
As your loved ones wave goodbye.
Daily they pray for you 
Hoping to help you make it...

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We can be equal without being the same. 
Let's say it out loud, we shall be heard: 
Look past my gender, and know my name. 

This is not about gaining wealth or fame
Together let's stand, let's spread the word: 
We can be equal without being...

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Sometimes you can love with all you have. 
Yet it is never enough to capture a heart. 
Sometimes the love fades away over the years. 
Hearts are broken without words even spoken. 

How can it be that what you have is not enough? 
When all...

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Clouds of doubt hovered 
Over our heads 
They multiplied and grew to 
Mistrust 
That brewed into a storm of anger which 
Unleashed its rage in
Thunder of words and 
Lightning of gestures.           


In a while
The exhausted...

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Today, I got into a Polite Fight
Over the last Wonder Woman night-light
"Oh, its yours," I insisted,
She demurred, I resisted,
Until I gave in and let her be right!

4/8/18...

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EIGHT


A deliberate surprise 
A shove from the back
while creating artwork 
in my second-grade class
Perhaps an ocean scene
A distant angry memory
of my eight-year-old 
consciousness


The broken waxy blue crayon
in my right hand
Before me the ripped orange 
construction paper and 
a scattered image


Girl bully momentarily
reigned behind me
her face...

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