Best Fighting Poems
You promised to take care of me like a new cherished bride
I cling to it, waiting until at the point of suicide
now your expectations and my anger collide
because your blessings seem to always find a place to hide
I try to be my own guide
then you caution me and call it pride
very little, you want me to decide
and you say I’ll be okay by just being on your side
I’m tired and have kept all these talk aside
following my own path and taking my ride
my self belief has beaten faith landslide
everything about you in me must suffer a genocide
your rules and ordinances, no more will I abide
if serving you comes with trials then I wish my loyalty had long died
and the dividends of my worship to you, just divide
Lord God!
Now I know twas an uneasy stride
now I understand, your blessings and my discipline must coincide
now I’ve seen that your love is so high and wide
and hating you is like becoming the voluntary victim of a homicide
I said you do not care, please Lord, I lied
Your ways are mysterious indeed
You searched my heart and all you saw was greed
because only my desires and blindness I feed
and you knew among the wheat, I’ll be a weed.
Despite I, not taking heed
You were still patient and ever ready to lead
You never gave me what I wanted nor stick to my timing
but at the appointed time, lavished me with all I need
while watering my entire efforts’ seed.
Thank you heavenly father! Leaving your presence, I now forbid
and serving you wholeheartedly is henceforth my utmost deed.
for the poetry contest "Fighting God
sponsored by rob carmack
We all think he is strong
but he is crumbling
from the things he can't discuss.
His smile is actually his tears,
invisible to your eyes -
drowning him inside.
He is falling,
boulders upon his shoulders,
breaking his bones,
he claims
they are just the burdens of mankind.
He is in a place
he has not been before,
where silence is no saviour,
the voices are too loud -
but he is fighting the confusion
and he can hardly recognise himself,
nor remember who he once was,
but
he is trying,
to remain calm,
to remain horizontal,
but
he is tired,
cold like an autumn tree,
fragile like a winter rose.
He claims his poetry is no proof,
his poems are just pretend,
because he ignores those who reach out.
Unable to accept his vulnerabilities,
he continues to conceal the truth,
because he thinks everything will be fine.
Simple Musing
Silent One
24 March 2019
Into the valley of death
Fighting the dragon demon
Numb from the heat of his breath
Deaf to the yellin' and screamin'
Lying in vomit and left for dead
An angel of mercy arrived
Touching the sickness inside my head
How lucky I was to survive
Battles regaled in chronicled tales
As scars from the wounds grow deeper
Telling others I see, Just like me
The dragon belongs to the reaper
by Daniel Turner
Feb 25 2017
Your yellow appears during
the darkest days
as you feel the black set in.
Being aware of your
instincts causes a chain reaction
that bleeds into nothingness,
blended below your tortured remorse.
You're scared, I know.
The trepidation crowds your self-worth.
You're sad, I know.
The truth of the matter is that your
foreboding crisis creeps outside the
color of your true essence.
Your essence is yellow.
Always has been, but you
could never feel your sunshine.
The daily struggle of haunting ghosts,
makes you relive the childhood
demons over and over again.
When you were born, you held
a golden locket in your heart.
When you were born, you held
a medallion inside your soul.
These shades made you...you.
And you...basked into the smiles
your mother gave you when in her arms.
Depression sets in during trials of
lost souls. The lost souls crowd around and
eat at your flakes of sanity.
Chemical reactions ignite, and somewhere
in between your despondency and agony,
the fire breaks through and you crave
the rain.
Your rain is full of satisfied contentment.
Your rain comes to an end,
and there it is.
Your sweet shades of insightful yellow.
I only have one wish.
That you could've seen your yellow,
before it was too late.
Good bye, my sweet, may you rest in peace...
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: March 21, 2016
I lost my whole family
So I took in a neighbor
I have paid, sold, washed, shopped, cleaned, and done for this neighbor more than anyone in his life has
His own children won't call him,
but I do
His ex wife is dating his old friend
I continue to encourage him
He is lost in the meta verse
One day he'll tell people about me like he tells me about others
All of the good people he Met in life are all memories now
and I reminded him one day you'll explain how you had a beautiful person who BEGGED to be your sister.
Showed you more love than your own kids
but because she is a BLACK WOMAN
she means nothing- you'll never call her your sister
you will never protect her like family.
You will remember her for cursing when she's mad
No matter how much she does you will never protect her from men'
because our men are so scared and weak in character.
I deserve better and will never beg to be anyone's family again.
This guilt I feel consumes me
I want to let it out
But I'm terrorfied of the consequences...
I gave into temptation
And now I pay the price...
I'm so sorry for what I've done
I pray that this isn't the end
I pray that you can forgive me
And we can still have our happily ever after...
One single thought runs through my head
Over and over again...
I know what I need to do
To finally get peace of mind
But once again I'm consumed with fear...
Fear of what you'll think
Fear of what you'll do - what this will mean
I messed up! That's all there is to it!
And all I can say is
I'm so deeply, deeply sorry!
God was testing me
And I failed horribly!
Now I'm living in regret
I'm completely stuck!
Show me where to go from here
Tell me what I'm suppose to do now...
How do I make this right?
I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so deeply sorry!
For this incredibly stupid thing I've done
Now I'm at your mercy...
I can only hope and pray
That you can forgive me
Please stay here with me,
Please dont run away
I stood on the corner of heartbreak and sadness
Collected the coins from the fountain below
Emptied my pockets of forgotten wishes
Held out my hands and had nothing to show
Walked on a path of the best laid intentions
Cursed at the sun still refusing to shine
Fell to the side of a wall in the garden
Down with the daisies that never were mine
Caught in between what the people are saying
Hearing the echoes that flow on the wind
Whispers of hope still they sit at the table
Pulling up chairs just about to begin
What can it be when a dream fills a vacuum
Future endeavors a bit out of reach
Just like a ring you can’t grasp as it’s turning
Signing a contract you’re destined to breach
Looking for shadows midst silhouettes playing
Just one more glimpse is now all I do ask
Merely a word in a voice I am missing
Pleading for peace is an unending task
Lost in a world where my minds an illusion
Left all alone, grasping tight all the blame
Wishing this end was a forgone conclusion
Fighting the tears as I call out your name
There's a tiny monster gliding in the air
Whoever you are, it shows no spare
Swiftly quaffing the earth's unstained blood,
it resolved to bury a raft of bodies under the pleading mud.
Missiles are aimed at an eclipsed enemy
Trying to discover home in this endless journey
Warriors are rifled with
rigour
Not caring for a cut or a blister.
School drums went dumb
Town fairs said no welcome
Smiles and lives are masked
Tears and fears are hiked.
A son was buried while his mother quarantined
A husband died miles away leaving his wife estranged
The empty stadiums engulfed the players' sky-high spirits
Innocent lives are turning to dust every few minutes.
It's transient my child! It's all transient.
Short-lived are these strong winds
Ephemeral are these hot waves
Cry not in the dark night
Smiles re-bloom upon winning this fight.
Every bud blooms after the rain as a norm
It's time to be an eagle and rise above the storm
Inspiration : Our eminent poet, Krish Radhakrishnan who is also a doctor handling corona patients. Once he commented that I feel guilty when they give me leave. Another time he commented that some days we are so exhausted that we have no heart to do anything. If everyone followed rules corona cannot spread. This would give health workers much needed respite.
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As you go out without worry
Without precaution, not wearing a mask...
think of the doctors out there
working hard and day and night
trying to save every life
It is not easy for them!
Frightened faces all around
so many deaths in front of them
just think of their state of mind
Covered by PPE, sweating inside
mask on face, not easy to breathe
full day handling patients with patience
life is most tough for them
Still they are doing it for us!
we are duty bound to take precautions
Please think about them before you go out
Or do any social function
Just because they are good we should not take advantage
suppose they become irresponsible
say we are tired we are going on leave
Just imagine your plight
A big salute to their sincerity and dedication
working under extreme conditions still they smile to their patients
talk with hope and faith
this has been going on for months
still they continue to serve
Being a doctor is not easy
Wear PPE for 1 hour and see
Wear mask at home for 1 hour and see
Serve a corona patient without thinking of self and family
They are doing so much
how are we ever going to repay them?
By doing our best to avoid getting corona we can help big way
If all take care, how will corona spread?
Doctors are God to me
Being a doctor is not easy
We arrived with expectations of triumph
There were agonies, desperations and tears
Coloring the hills with melancholy shades
Erasing the imaginings of soldier’s anguish
Embracing loss from the heights of passion
Where worries win and misery invites pain
To grasp the soul with a sense of forbode
Whispering despair through breaths of air
Filled with black dread and amber silence
Created in the hearts of those who shall kill
The sons of chaos who reach for a chance
To divide and conquer – defeat the wretched
Wickedness of those who long to succeed
Reach victory along the front lines where
Gettysburg soldiers are drifting along paths
Of loss and sorrow, fears of all that has past
And the tomorrows that are filled with knowing
Death is a friend to those who defy it with
Mercies murmuring and sighing, silencing
Each breath of hope that finds its way to the
Surface where there are only defeated desires
Drenching the spirit with gloom that comes
From losing every battle to the one who will
Finally overthrow the light with darkest night
The Battle of Gettysburg was fought July 1-3, 1863 in and around Gettysburg, Pennsylvania by Union and Confederate Soldiers during the American Civil War. This battle involved the largest number of deaths during the war and is often described as the war's turning point. The North won this battle with General Lee's forces.
A Historic Event Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
September 18, 2020
Outwardly I may appear mildly angry.
Inside an inferno rages.
In my head the voices whisper,
and I fight what they tell me,
I blare music to drown it out.
Alone, I fight, as always.
I can't trust anyone enough
to let them in.
I play my part,
and I try hard to hide.
I staple my mask to my face
and the blood trickles down,
on the inside.
Running into my eyes,
filling my mouth,
and I suffocate on my emotions.
My heart slowly ices over.
I wake each day
hoping my mask won't slip.
Hoping I can control my panic
My despair, my numbness
My misery.
I paint a smile on my face,
on top of the mask,
while the battle rages on
in my mind.
The voices, they whisper,
they remind me
my guns on my desk,
my pills are in my drawer
They nudge at me while driving
one sharp turn
and I'll be no more.
I can't stop the pain
that's destroying me
Inside.
and still I fight.
From Wisdom Born, Decades Fighting Fate's Cursed Hand
In youth, a young lad roars for much needed applause
in old age, wisely remains silent with just cause,
seeing the end near, some shed bitterest of tears
thinking such splashing supplications, angels hear;
whereas this old, callous world neither sees nor cares
what sorrow one displays or how much heart one shares
for savage the measure world uses to reward
dying lover or a talented, humble bard.
On pages offering up their softest virgin whites
are invisible castles beyond mortal sights,
each one begging for its wailing walls to withstand
massive cannon shots or a victor's crushing hand!
Poets, be they young or old, should a full pen hold true
to life, as spilling of ink- its treasures accrues!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-01-2020
Sonnet, ( Why All We Think We See, May Be An Illusion )
( So Spoke The Raven, After Master Poe Demanded Silence )
Syllables Per Line:0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables::168
Total # Words:::::120
Note:
Muse demanded I write this second poem on this first day
and it be dark. Raven agreed and Master Poe abstained.
Paper sang a blackened tune and pen danced a raging jig
as evil clouds rumbled while gathering in the far west
echoes drifted through broken window, and Hades jingled
a billion unbreakable chains. A older and wiser poet yielded
to avoid the usual headaches and aching pains!
Alas, the hour is getting late;
dark clouds are sailing 'cross the sky.
And as I fight this sleepy state,
I hear the time go ticking by.
Thick shadows climb along my wall –
alas, the hour is getting late.
A dream stands by, while eyelids fall
against my will – the strain is great.
Now as my body pours its weight
into the plushness of my bed,
alas, the hour is getting late
when I must rest my weary head.
I beg the dream to take me now
for lo, I can no longer wait.
And as the darkness sweeps my brow,
alas, the hour is getting late.
JMariah
So you've been around the world and
Have university degrees and
Married
With lots of trophies?
With all you have-
You should be ashamed
Throughout your life-
No wisdom you have gained?
So this is your worth and
this is your cost
today you have everything
so tomorrow- will be lost.
I lay here scribbling words
Feeling guilty as can be,
Who cares about the starving children
and bombarding vanity?
Just- I am an adult and
i don't know how to help
Innocence dying
Whilst others sit on wealth.
No.... no I have no money,
Not enough to share
Though trying to express
that i really care.
With knowledge they are fighting
wishing for mere food and
Here are the others-
Who are selfish and so rude.
Been around the world?
What about the starving children?
Have university degrees?
What about the starving children??
Your married?
What about the starving children???
Lots of trophies?
WHAT ABOUT THE STARVING CHILDREN????
Sincerely wish you a great holiday and
Your shopping is well spent!
God help me I am starving and
I'm innocent.
I hear whispers that sing past my ears...
Telling me that my walls are made of fears...
A breeze flows through my clouded mind...
Little secrets and hidden words that I find...
Some come down on paper, others I file away...
Take them out in time for a better way....
My insides pray for peace and salvation...
For more days of love and consideration....
Take a breath of air from a cool summer night...
Hold it in till the butterfly's run out of sight...
And sit and remember all that's good in this life...