Best Only The Strong Survive Poems
World of violence
As the morning slowly breaks
and, daylight in fil trates...
I feel,
the sunshine- burn away the grey
I feel,
the dawning, of a brand new day
I wish, the clouds would
confiscate the rain...
ease the pain ...
as I awaken,
to a world of violence.
In a world not far away
another bullet pen e trates...
another,
black soul it takes
Did you hear his cries...
for mercy?
Will his words be heard by...
the jury?
Or,
is justice, controlled by
the hand with the gun?
Answers...no one!
Can't we just stop...
the violence?
They say human nature hates...
so just surrender to the fates
so...does that mean it's too late?
Why is it so hard for us
to be kind?
Is this the end of
humankind?
Or, Is it true...
that only the strong survive?
Or is it better...
having God on our side?
Aren't you tired of this world of violence?
I am.
John Derek Hamilton
November 09, 2018
Hey little black girl keep your head up and walk proud the ghetto cant break you
and the hood cant make you who you are stay storng little black girl keep faith walk
the walk of proud sisters talk the talk of black queens a man cant define you and a
man cant break you hey little black girl only the strong survive like the color of your
skin that runs like the blood in your body deep like the waves in your hair look up
little black girl you only have to be you not them they or he can change that no
tears little black girl your beautiful you'll see love yourself first and others will follow
To fall asleep everynight
Is like a meal I happily prepare.
That's where my happiness lyes
When my Father takes me there.
To forgive sometimes
that's a hard pill to swallow.
So, I'm looking stay hoping
for a better tomorrow.
Happy dreams is what I dream
When God lays me to rest.
Angels sing in my ear
And he only sends the best.
Stay away from the fake
Cause they a hot mess.
Stay ready for the worst
Cause life is a test.
Echo: Happy dreams, happy dreams
Where are you? Where are you.
Happy dreams keep me sane
On time when I need you.
Happy dreams Happy dreams
please don't go away.
With me for eternity
is where I need you to stay.
So I pray.
In this hard bed I lay.
Wishing through my struggles.
Hoping time can heal the pain.
Overcoming obstacles
Waiting on my
blessings to rain.
My God is a loving God
He wouldn't wash me down the drain.
In my spirit lyes strength.
That's where it remains.
A child of God in this war zone.
Surviving the battlefield.
The blood of Jesus surrounding me.
An invisible shield.
Sharper than a sharp shooter
With a purple heart.
Nubian Queen soldier.
I'm leaving my mark.
Only the strong survive
And trust, I got heart.
On the path righteousness
Looking for a fresh start.
Echo: Happy dreams happy dreams
Where are you. Where are you.
Happy dreams keep me sane
On time when I need you.
Happy dreams, happy dreams
Please don't go away.
With me for eternity here
is where I need a you to stay.
Happy dreams.
Just a casual experiment, a new direction,
a bit of slime, residue of past process
left unattended in a remote corner obscure,
to grow, to morph, divide in diverse pattern.
Smaller than simple sight by naked eye,
infinitesimal in worlds order, just one cell.
Born of circumstance by casual curiosity,
by result of neglect, a consequential oversight.
To prosper the purpose at hand, colony in design,
expansion, interaction, ever in evolution.
Spreading on the folly of a breeze, to float
unseen from confines to new environments.
In nights breeze colony design evolves, colonize,
a world beckons in promise to the pattern of dispersal.
Awareness, we are unchallenged, a specie unknown.
boundaries are nonexistent, opportunities boundless.
Self preservation the first purpose of existence,
no malicious intent in the destruction by result.
Dominance of specie, only the strong survive,
we are classified, a new viral strain; human.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
3/23/16
‘Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.’-Cormac McCarthy
Why didn't they kill me...
why am i still here...?
Being successful is my goal...
being flat broke,
my biggest fear
The pain is far to great to hide, laying awake and wide eyed
contemplating suicide,
what is my purpose?
and if i stay alive, would it all be worth it?
will I make something of myself?
maybe i should just forfeit
my one wish is to not have to worry
and to all those I've disappointed
I gave up, and I'm sorry
A strong man is what people think of me
but deep down inside, a child i aim to be
because you see, a child, so carefree
doesn't worry about the downsides to the world
only the fun things God lets them see....
please, one day, set me free
take me away from this hurt filled life that I lead,
I plead and plead for someone to rescue me,
but when I look in the mirror, what is it that I see?
a broken down child, crying on both knees.
This life gives no mercy, and only the strong survive,
how will my family react...in the event of my demise?
i pray no one cries for me, because i am in a better place,
I've rid myself of the bitter pain, sadness and disgrace
maybe if i get another chance, my demons i will face,
but for now i walk through the valley of death
a sad, cold, and bitter place
Hoping after this valley
ill see heavens smiles and grace,
but I fear that my mistakes
will lead me to the devils face
so many mistakes I can never erase
You only get one chance,
so my advice is to seize the day.
I've tried...I've prayed and prayed, but the pain still wont go away
day after day, my life i want to take away...but even that I fail to do
so night after night I'll lay,
in bed awake but dreaming, of the day my pain goes away...
The war it's cold with no signs of any ending, it's like adding another twenty years to a life sentence, even in the heat of the moment lies a cold kitchen, with lukewarm souls, in a dark prism, what's a prison to a free spirit, probably on the scale that some of us think we're worthy of Gods merits, here in the west we know nothing of true devastation, Christians over here see persecution as being verbally abused, the war is cold and that's what they claim their hearts are, but I know real saints who died for the cause real martyr's, and that's a real thug not the lames that holla thug life cuz they gotta brick and a sawed off, I wonder would you still die for ya block if they made you watch ya kids get their ligaments sawed off, the war is cold and everybody claim they gotta heart to match it, but wouldn't dare die for their comrades no full metal jacket, this cold war is heating up is enough ever enough, spiritual warfare is live and well enough bodies to fill up countless dump trucks, only the strong survive and by survive I mean live on in eternity, going threw hell on earth stepping outta that firery furnace with no wounds where the Messiah rains so fervently
I want to live in a castle
Where only the strong survive
With turrets and towers
And joust by the hour
And a six foot mote outside.
I want to live in a castle
On a cliff beside the sea
And spend my days with
The Lords and Ladies who
Come calling each day for tea.
I want to live in a castle
On England's greenest hill
And join each day
All the people at play
And learn all their finest skills.
But I'll never live in a castle
It's Tennessee hills for me
With a four bedroom house
And a mortgage so vast
It would bring any knight
To his knees.
josette key 2009
World of violence
As the morning slowly breaks
and, daylight in fil trates...
I feel,
the sunshine- burn away the grey
I feel,
the dawning, of a brand new day
I wish, the clouds would
confiscate the rain...
ease the pain ...
as I awaken,
to a world of violence.
In a world not far away
another bullet pen e trates...
another,
black soul it takes
Did you hear his cries...
for mercy?
Will his words be heard by...
the jury?
Or,
is justice, controlled by
the hand with the gun?
Answers...no one!
Can't we just stop...
the violence?
They say human nature hates...
so just surrender to the fates
so...does that mean it's too late?
Why is it so hard for us
to be kind?
Is this the end of
humankind?
Or, Is it true...
that only the strong survive?
Or is it better...
having God on our side?
Aren't you tired of this world of violence?
I am.
John Derek Hamilton
November 09, 2018
re-posted Jun09,2020
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2018
A lone rider sits high in the saddle,
As the horizon's sunrise spreads across,
The open prairie.
Twin pearl handed pistols rest at his side,
As rusty spires clang against wooden planks,
At the deadwood saloon.
Legends cowboys whisper his name,
On the dry desert winds,
A giant of a man whom breathed
Life again into the legacy,
Of the old west.
His side swagger's walk trademark
On the larger than a life screen.
The duke truly represents the great
American hero on horse back.
Six shooters drawn at high noon's
Count down,
John Wayne's the trail dusts equalizer,
He always remained on the right side,
Of tin stars law.
The tumble weeds rolls along a dirt path,
As tall cactus stand on an arried canvas,
Life here is harsh and mean,
Where only the strong survive.
Bold individuals with the inner
Strength against god's forbidden land.
Harden men whom lived by one simple,
Rule I will do what ever it takes
To stay alive.
He'll join the ghost riders,
Forever driving the lords herds
Across the grand divides vast
Prairie sky’s as the sunsets
In the old west.
Alone figure rides high in saddle,
Set against a legends back drop,
Hell bound for glory,
In a cloud of gun smokes fog,
Behold the duke emerges,
With his hat on straight
And gun at the ready.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
MY CAR MY BUCOLIC.
The speed of my automobile exclusively,
Depends on the wheelman which earth born,
Crave where the passengers await it's destination,
Seeing an endless road ahead.
Every four years is it's renewal with the,
Hope of getting to the promise terra-firma,
Where the Israelites peregrinates to,
With despondency from it's adversaries.
Only the strong survive to drive the car twice.
Oh! My wrecked car needs help;
Oh! My foolhardy driver needs help
The despoiled car got it's wound from exterior
Forces; where there is no necessity for protect
Asthenic tyre dawdle the speed;
The engines that fabricates the car now hassle,
Each other with hopeless range in anger
In this car, life live by the way car live life.
My enfeebled heart deems of the,
Mechanic who can revamp my sick car
My position calls for change which we need;
Marooning us inside the darkest tunnel to fracas,
The predators which we see not.
Let's have a heroic search,
Seeing not the vices of the past motorist.
Wheel the car oh driver!
Wheel the car to the right path
That the passenger serene
Wheel pass the motor park where other,
Cars swift with competition among them
My car my bucolic with countless myriad resources.
By: ADEBOYE JESUTOFUNMI?
I dip my pen in plasma
Write my rhymes in blood
Immortal soldier stopping emotions with a mental plug
I put my game-face on and hit the battlefield
Turning insults to motivation make my writings feel
Never hypocritical
I never change like reciprocals
Steady swimming forward, like a shark because its critical
No rest, only the strong survive
Mental toughness keeps me focused and keeps my eyes dry
This is how i live
This is what i feel
Thoughts of a warrior bred with a heart of steel
Decorate my chest with a metal for fierceness
Bible says I'm blessed I'll live on guiltless
My heart is cold
Frozen from hurtful words
And attempts of spiritual homicide always in my face
I shrug them off and stay moving at a steady pace
Stopped at the rest stop with my friend Seth,
He just made the restroom, out of breath!
Came out gasping for air,
Yo Bud!...Don't go in there!
This "Turlet" has the foul smell of "Death!"
I thought I'd sniff about..just for fun!
The pungence hit...and my head just spun!
Bordering on manic,
Seth was in a panic!
Yo Bud!...Could you PLEASE call 9-1-1?
I thought of a thousand words,
None came out.
Like burnt rubber,
Dry as charred toast
I chocked on letters,
As if nails lined my throat.
I swallowed my brokenness.
My neck bent, heavy from the crown.
I would walk away with nothing,
My loses came with the bet.
Decisions filled with consequences.
Angel wings dipped in tar.
A land filled with no mercy
Only the Strong survive.
Borrowing time, on make believe promises
Digging shallow graves,
Full of tear stained loved
Vultures stay circling low.
Once there was love
Now a hollow soul.
Dust settles over all things
Letting wounds heal.
The only thing now is letting go...
So I cling tightly, while I cry myself to sleep.
Just off the san pedro river,
where the catfish only hit on liver.
Lies a stock pond full of fish,
where some come to make a wish.
it takes about an hour to drive,
you'll soon find out only the strong survive.
Now make a left at the tree,
and the fun will start, you'll see.
dont forget to lock the gate,
dont worry about the bait.
now cross the field,
and try not to get killed.
stear clear of the log,
its the home of the barking dog.
stay low and dont make a sound,
for the owner may be lurking around.
just when you think your here,
watch out for the proud cut steer.
not much further now,
and I was just kidding about the cow.
You got this far, you've done well,
i know you think this is hell.
one more obstacle you must pass,
watch out for snakes in the grass.
if your will to take this mission,
dont ever ask the owners permission.
is it free? I think not,
and dont worry if you hear a shot.
always enter from the rear,
dont forget to bring some beer.
so grab your truck and your pole,
and we'll see you at the fishin' hole.
Dark is the night,
Darker the soul,
Fathomless depths,
Stories untold...
Vision now gone,
Reliance on touch,
Grappling for anything,
Stumbling so much...
Inner reflection,
Compounds your fear,
For years of ignorance,
Make salvation unclear.
Only the strong survive,
As seen throughout time,
Weakness your burden,
A punishable crime...
Until cleansing the soul,
Deeper you fall,
Will light again shine,
Or shall in darkness you crawl?
Choose wisely,
For chances given are few,
Consequences may vary,
But blame falls only on YOU...