Best Hurdle Poems
Turtle and a Hurdle
Trump's stomach looks like back of a turtle
And over things makes it hard to hurdle
Created own line of clothes he calls choral
Who jumped over justice and skipped moral;
Loony and bloomy idiot like crepe myrtle.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Now for coffee and breakfast
So my wife just did insist.
How can one survive this quagmire,
imprisoned by live naked wires?
Creating a chronic quaver
like a terribly unstable lover.
Fears should be quarantined
and from its hiding, mental strength mined.
The challenge ahead, not easy to quash
and the ability to, is stained with rash
Damn! What seems quasi-impossible
has been proven completely beatable.
Finally!
Such an opponent was easier to quern
than a reverse from a swimming sperm.
David versus Goliath
this situation is quintessence.
The wonderful boost from its victory
now becomes an essence to Life’s experience.
What do I want to write?
I think I will write about all
What is all?
Is it when you have everything?
Or is it when God says you have everything?
What God says matter
If He says you have the whole world
you will have it lol
So what does it feel like?
It's a liberated feeling
Knowing that nothing or no one can affect you
There is a certain peace in your spirit
A certain calmness
A feeling of certainty
Yes friend God will give you that
if you ask Him
You may go through weeks of travail with Him
walk with you through some things
But ultimately He will give to you
So don't give up
The result is so worthwhile
He will let you know
The arch she holds is quite Roman
The barrel of my pistol is elongated
Click---Click---Bang; the race has begun
Swerving, maneuvering, and dodging
Joined at the hip on the last lap
Cramps begin to set in
Only one will survive
With her intuitive mind she turns right,
leaving me left
Breaking the finish line tape dramatically
Welcome to the winner's circle
Stare vacantly at nowhere
Almost beyond recall
Chase the string of flea in ear
With hopes and iron will
Almost beyond recall
Words seem exhausting
With hopes and iron will
Let the journey keep going
Words seem exhausting
Unravel its quandary
Let the journey keep going
Face the uncertainty
Unravel its quandary
Chase the string of flea in ear
Face the uncertainty
Stare vacantly at nowhere
03.20.17
Song: "Wither"
by Dream Theater
8th Place
"Pantoum Form:
What Will tomorrow Bring"
3rd Place
I am the hurdle that needs to be cleared,
The stumbling block in the way.
All would be perfect if I disappeared;
A rainbow would rise every day.
I am the glitch and the knot in the chain,
The obstacle smack in the path.
Shutting me up would be everyone’s gain;
My words seem to whet people’s wrath.
I’m the impediment here to prevent
What progress there is to be made.
My purpose appears to provoke discontent,
Like a welcome that’s been overstayed.
Waking me up like a slap in the face
Is the knowledge of how I’m perceived –
As a hurdle to leap with no thought to embrace
Any truth in the thoughts I’ve believed.
Like a newborn babe
Girdled by
A colony of ants,
Like a bird in
A wooden cage,
Like a prisoner
In the Bastille,
Each human life
Is ensnared with
A great number
Of hurdles:
The path of life
Is never laden with
Silk and blossoms.
If we endeavour indeed,
We’ll attain life’s ambrosia.
A high hurdle stands in my way
It's growing higher by the day
I can't see past its highest peak
A stream of hurt flows from its creek
The hurdle of hurt is its name
It sets a high bar for its game
I can't see past its wicked bar
I see no victory from afar
God, help me see past this hurdle
For it's more than I can handle
Deep wounds are all my eyes can see
Please heal those hurts in your mercy
A high hurdle stands in my way
But it shields not the bright sunray
It stands not higher than the Cross
I'm found in Christ; no longer lost
'Father, forgive them,' was His plea
His plea for vile sinners like me
How could He forgive those who sin?
How could He love those who hurt Him?
God, give me the heart to forgive
To give others what I've received
I am struggling to show mercy
Help me, Lord; be patient with me
Hopeful Hope hoped to hop an icy slope,
The hapless slope hampered hopeless Hope’s Hope.
But hope dies last,
And Hope at last
Happily happed to hop an icy slope!
February 3, 2022
Life is like a hurdle race
Tangible and invisible hurdles
In your way
Even a childhood dream isn't simple
If you have passed all the hurdles
The world will be your oyster
But sometimes as you look back
You found that you have failed some
And you didn't jump the last hurdle
Because the whistle blew
And already time's up
No hurdle in life is insurmountable if we entrust the powers God has endowed us with!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 February 2017
Don't think you've fallen
where no one else has fallen
don't think you're fighting
a fight no one's fought
Growing up in a world of rainbows and glitter
shielded from the stress and the strain when you're little
learning balls and chains knock you down like a skittle
now knowing how lows always follow on quicker
this place you've fallen is a test or a calling
a challenge to change via natural warning
indifferent nights sleep waking up in the morning
good times come sudden for now bad keep pouring
You're facing a hurdle
it's still the same track
just jump land and cycle
pace in vein get back
most willingly abled
with skill to adapt
you're facing a hurdle
it's still the same track
There once was a proud lady named Myrtle
To overcome a very big hurdle --
She inhaled very hard
Sucked up all her lard --
Then squeezed into her wedding-day's girdle
I ran the distance
hurdled the thoughts
the track not clear
in this dismal fog
breathless, fatigued
I jump over them all
the end in sight
one hurdle calls
and as I leap over
I smash into the wall
I was walking down the lane
I saw a line that crossed over the lake
But i lack strength to killed the snake on top
Feeling the pain of the rain inside the train...
When i reached my hut
The hut was very hot
But i managed to cloth my clock
To avoid melting of the block
That will lock my luck
My leg hurt
For stepping on the cock
That i cooked on the block
After cooking the cock
I took the folk
To the cock on the plate
Opening my book to taste the test
Through my pen that raid the rake
There by causing my sake to say the break
I later met my mom
Who turned the salt soup to sour soup
Making me to avoid my road to eternity
Casting the fraternity of the senility
Mom! Who is this man?
Who turned the pap into pan
And ran into the sac of the stomach
Producing a duel set of bags inside the house.