Best Holding On Poems
Just keep holding on
I know to you, the world doesn't feel right
I know, you gave up, you gave up the fight
I know, to you, the world is your enemy
I know, you feel, you feel you'll never be free
Chorus
So Just keep holding on...
the nights almost over...
soon will come the dawn
Just keep holding on...
relinquish all your sorrow...
pray to make it to tomorrow
Just keep holding on,
The future will be brighter
Just keep holding on
The sun will always rise again
So Just keep holding on
Just keep holding on
I know, how you feel,
like the world is coming to an end
I know how you feel,
Like you haven't got a friend
I know how you feel,
Like everything goes so wrong
I know how you feel,
You don't feel very strong
I know how you feel,
you feel like you don't belong.
So just keep holding on
Just keep holding
Chorus
So just keep holding on...
the nights almost over,
soon will come the dawn...
Just keep holding on
relinquish all your sorrow,
pray to make it to tomorrow
Just keep holding on...
The future will be brighter
Just keep holding on...
The sun will always rise again
So Just keep holding on
Just keep holding on
John Derek Hamilton
January 28,2017
Just An Old Poet, Holding On Until I Die
I write verse, live in the moment and score the past
oft revealing naked truths that set some aghast,
yet with rhyme and reason, I ink stain each white page,
some even tried to knock me off the poet's stage.
Tho' pen, paper and I felt no panicking fear
my course was set, but it was not always so clear,
wrote furiously for a time, to make my mark,
world brutally beat me, prospects were very stark.
As time flowed on by, and with wisdom slowly gained
inking pages, I saw they were not so badly stained,
life had given perspective and a renewed lease
although not Jason, I had found my golden fleece.
Just an old poet, holding on until I die
poetry is my treasure, do not ask me why!
Sonnet: 6-14-2018
Holding On To Love (Ten Word Challenge - 2)
Not even the TACTILE, brown sands of time can erase
my Beloved’s LUSCIOUS taste. BITTERSWEET dreams
wrapped in pink ribbons arouse my soul like QUIESCENT,
rhythmic raindrops tip-tip-toeing on AMBIVALENT seashores.
FLAMBOYANT and ARCANE as a rare, white peacock,
my Beloved is the QUINTESSENCE of my being.
His love requires not the IMMOLATION of self.
For he’s my INTERCESSOR guiding me through
the shadows of night into the clarity of day.
11-13-2016
Contest: Ten Word Challenge - 2
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Placement: 2nd
You swallow billions in cash, yet your assault strengthens,
everything with life now stands on one side against you
but your unpredictability is what gives you this audacity.
Your sarcasm and indifference to mankind
may seem to amputate medical science
but even on wheel-chairs,
we will hold hands together, never giving up.
You now pass through numerous gates
to the fat, slim, male and female;
to the adults, kids, rich and poor;
to drunkards, smokers, abstained or perverse;
to the omnivore, vegan, sexually active or not;
to the religious, spiritual, free thinker or non-thinking.
You shoot them all in an unfair rampage
making the task so herculean for you to be controlled.
Your spread plays the gruesome music of death
inviting the straws of extinction to sap life out in slow sips.
The more your covered distance, the more your torment.
Towards the end of the road, your merciless afflictions
are an indication, nature can acquire a bad side.
You come with a red card held by a fatal hand
then go with a white one with the inscription of a soul.
All humanity fight, but our blows seem not to reach you.
For long, we’ve taken your jabs
and being on the receiving end is becoming so protracted.
But we’ll hold steadfast, never giving in to a knock-out;
staying strong, united and hopeful,
that someday, victory will be hope's fashion
for the new dawn to be here permanently.
To the tune of Simon And Garfunkel's "Homeward Bound"
for the music http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xs_YQ6JuNpA
When I asked you to the County Fair
You had just rolled your eyes and twirled your hair
Got down on one knee to plead
Come with me, baby, pretty please
We'll have a ball, I'm begging you
I will get you back, by your curfew
Holding on
I needed you
Holding on
Hold, back my tears from making
Hold, back my heart from breaking
Hold, back the time from taking
Taking you from me
Smiled like I had passed the test
You helped me up and whispered "yes"
We kissed so hard that I couldn't see
Why a girl like you, wanted me
You kissed me every car we passed
Then we made sweet love, at last
Holding on
I needed you
Holding on
Hold, back my tears from making
Hold, back my heart from breaking
Hold, back the time from taking
Taking you from me
Our first ride was the Ferris Wheel
I rocked the chair until you squealed
Kissed every time we went around
That balloon we lost, never found
That big old Teddy Bear you craved
Merry Go Round rings, that we saved
Holding on
I needed you
Holding on
Hold, back my tears from making
Hold, back my heart from breaking
Hold, back the time from taking
Taking you from me
Taking you from me
Sometimes I walk in shadow
Or do shadows walk in me?
For in their umbral, empty glow
The dark is all I see.
The distant light of hope appears,
A pin-prick in the night.
I find the weight of all my fears
Enough to block such light.
I reach out just for something,
But -- in this world of black --
I'll hold on tight to Nothing
Until nothing holds me back.
4/2/2019
Entered in 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
the little man who sold balloons
was blown away by gales
he flew across the sea that night
and ended up in wales
he soared above a field of sheep
balloons deflating fast
and held on tightly to those strings
afraid to land at last
the moral to this tale of woe
it’s always painful letting go
for lisa’s contest
I am searching for a missing peace of my heart
It has been, hurt on, kicked on, stabbed with a knife
I've been crushed on, and torn up inside
Always looking for that magical rainbow inside.
My world turned backward, should be going forward
Things went wrong, pieces that fell apart
places where the darkness hides
I take each moment, do the best I can.
A smile on my face , never showing the depth
A heart that crashes, ever ready to run
Feeling the soul, not knowing where it's been
Tasting very moment best as I can.
Live everyday no matter where bitterness lies
I am just another face in the crowd
You do not walk the mile in my shoes
Don't tell me to keep my feet on the ground
Keeping my feet on the ground
Have another look around
This is just a time in my life
-----a time in my life-----
04-18-11
now I need some lyrics
I've tried to start a new chapter and turn the page
I thought moving on from you would be easy
My pride got in the way because you decided to leave me
I'm holding onto a memory that I need to erase
Growing up I never allowed Hugs near me
But I'd never felt like this, so I think the Love scared me
I wanted to give you all of me, but naturally I'm reserved
I smile and act like I'm good but actually it hurts
I pushed you away then had the nerve to act shocked when you left
But no matter what, your secrets will be kept
I'm still adjusting and growing, hopefully one day I'll find peace
I hope one day we'll become close again or at least start to speak
My parents never gave me a hug or attention so I struggle to accept it elsewhere
Would you consider me weak if I admit that I felt scared
I can't go back, but I can be honest even if it's too late
No matter how many chapters I write, yours will always be my favourite page
Even though it went wrong and caused me the most pain when you left
No matter what you're something I'll never regret
So until we speak again, or until we never do
You'll always be close to my heart and there will never be another you
I've tried to start a new chapter and turn the page
I thought moving on from you would be easy
My pride got in the way because you decided to leave me
I'm holding onto a memory that I need to erase
Million miles away,
Embracing the light of grey,
They may have heard you sniveling,
This sweet misery that we're nibbling,
The rush you're trying to adore,
May bring you back to the shore,
Bend down by constant flagging,
No string to hold for surviving,
But once you sit to realize,
Your blood will turn all ice,
As the wind may trigger you to revive,
"Have you ever been fully alive?"
This chasing and haste was a lie,
We'll end up from where we've arrived,
When you'll leave the world of crime,
You'll be the one beyond time.
I've been holding on for life, for love, for us, for me,
I thought the storm would pass by now, so that we both my see,
But the skies are even darker, than they were the day before,
And the distant sound of thunder, says that soon the rain will pour,
The cold wind stings, and takes its toll, each time that we lash out,
And its one step back, from where we were, when you live in love and doubt,
The rain pours down upon me, I've been holding on so long,
I thought by now you'd know me, but I've never been so wrong,
The stars once shined above our heads, now it seems like its been years,
And I haven't seen a clear night yet, but its hard to see through tears,
I wonder if the chance we had, is all we threw away,
Or just how much, that we have lost, for things we didn't say.
I lay awake in the darkness,
My body so still but my mind racing till I get ill,
I ask myself
Who am I ? A complete lie?
My heart racing so fast,
My thoughts completely lost,
But here I am ,
Holding myself together,
But anytime now ,I feel it’s all going to flow out like a river.
I rose from my sleep
As I look out my window
I see a new day
I hold tight to life
A day's breath is heavier
Each has it's season
Spring mornings are fresh
It's nature's nativity
Full of promises
The summers are bright
Long sunny days and warm nights
Full of life's passion
Fall is one of color
A storm of artistry
Full of achievements
Winters are lonely
Life with a blanket of snow
Full of Forgiveness
Edward J Ebbs - 04/08/2012
There were things of mine in the drawers that could be thrown out,
But I kept gravitating to the things that were his.
His Public School 45 autograph book. It was red, white, and blue leatherette with
a zipper.
Inside was his hand, writing the names of favorite teachers,
And the dreams of the future you have when you are 13.
His father, an old world German who never shared himself,
left ink blotches of emotion under his hand.
In another drawer, the fancy leather passport wallet complete with passport and
photo.
He was 16.
I don’t remember him talking about anything else with the same twinkle in his
heart
As he did about the 6 months he spent in Germany.
Here is a poem written to him on his 40th birthday,
by his best friend in the world.
The gift made so much better because it was so unlike this IBM Executive
to write personal poetry full of memories.
There was an untouched underwear drawer.
Belt buckles.
Cards of love and joy that I had given to him over many years.
A collection of Christmas wallets.
A yo-yo. Gift from a child with nothing else to give.
Old prescription glasses. Why do we keep those? Pocket knives, hankies.
A sweater and socks I knitted for him,
Always said they were too good to wear.
I store them still.
Every drawer I opened, every cupboard, every box stored away throughout the
whole house had something of his tucked away within.
A stray bullet or black powder ball. A toothpick holder.
A cork screw. A flint, patches, pictures of his ‘49 Olds, a comb, a watch, pocket
treasures.
~ Maybe if I go clean someplace safe like the fridge.
And there was the bottle of Zeller Schwartz Katz wine
bought for the coming Christmas season of entertaining.
This is foolishness, hanging on.
In spite of saving all this stuff
the hole in me is still there. ...
But I just could not throw him away.
Yesterday some things happened that were not so pleasant to talk about. My
dreams were
shattered as if I had never dreamed, my children grew up so fast and the
laughter became
silent.
My loved ones died, I cried, and cried out without hope, friends used and
deceived me
one by one. struggling to pay rent barely making ends meet.
Never looking ahead wrapped up in my past, wondering how long this madness
would last.
stuck in a time zone feeling lost and all alone, Knowing somehow if I did'nt wake
up I
would soon be gone.
Not trying to make any changes, blaming everyone in sight, not moving ahead
walking
around feeling as though I were dead.
I was holding on to yesterday with no hope for tomorrow, bringing my own self
down in
the valley drowning in my own sorrows.
So now when I glance back at yesterday I will always remember, if I continue to
hold on
to yesterday, I will have no hope for tomorrow.