Best Persevering Poems
H- Humble, realizing others might
write better than you.
A- Accepting with good grace,
others' points of view.
P- Persevering even when things
don't go your way.
P- Patience when comments seem
forever to come through.
Y- Yes, a life affirming yes, when
sunrise blesses the poet soul
that resides within you.
September 18, 2020
3pm PST
I Love Him.
I will dream of him
lighting up my darkness,
covering me with his perfume
go crazy with love,
and make our life sufficient
gentle and persevering.
It is time to look outside
and feel fearless,
face what I fear the most,
and when the fog's lights will
move in through my window,
its time for me to move on,
to make choices that I can
live with.
I am the reason why my shadows
are awake, I must find a new way
not to look backwards.
I am only human, I need to recover
from going to one extreme
to the other.
I will look like a fierce
passionate woman;
away, away I'll fly towards him,
hold him so tight,
together, we hear each other's groan,
watch our lustrous eyes
until dawn.
Allow our secret impulses,
urge our desire to land
in each other's trembling
arms.
I'll tell him, "Listen to me. This night
will be different."
With the sigh of our breathing
echoing melodies will be sweet,
but those unheard will be sweeter.
Love me, the very word will sound
like a bell tolling me back towards you,
you, my sole lover.
How I wish to feel the infinite love
while settling together in my garden,
watch his divine face as an illusion
beneath that joyous veil.
Forbid the roses to miss the spring
as their harmonious values,
lives in our souls.
Forbid our garden not to agonize
without the light of love,
prevent the branches on the
trees from suffocating,
without the light of love.
Prevent our clouds from separating
before taking with them,
our light of love.
We will take the stand
to forbid the darkness,
and proclaim the
light of love.
That's where the key is,
if the light of love opens
a door to our tranquility,
feeling safe, our love will
become our strength.
Still together for,
forty five years.
Written By
Therese Bacha
August 18 2014
A sigh escapes still, immune to overt silence, unabashed...justified
Another teardrop enters the infinite pool of resilience, uplifting...reinforcing
Another hand empathizes--
touching, impulsively putting one's heart unto wounds, alleviating pain
enfolding memories into paper, ostensibly vigilant
Unborn dreams awaiting fruition.
empty streets, impacted pieces: occupied lives, unwavering spirits
Arighting the entropy--
"Not Impossible!" Heaves Obstacled Nation -- Untiring, Persevering!
A lone emboldened seed is planted, objectifying hope,
ushering life amidst rubble,
engaging tenacity inherently within overburdened, yet undauntable voices
Ardently surging, emerging from insidious waves of chaos,
ultimately touching azure
Time effortlessly moves, insensitive to ordeals
nonetheless, undoubtedly healing...
As wings echo distantly, irradiated winds oscillate
blush unfurling light...
Arise, Sun! Embrace the illuminated blossom. Orbit Love's universe.
0330040203042013
11th March 2011
**It has been two years since Japan encountered
such a devastating triple tragedy
of the earthquake in Tohoku, tsunami and
the Fukushima nuclear plant disaster...
They are still slowly picking up the pieces,
so much needs to be done,
so many are still displaced, uncertain of their futures, of their lives...
hopefully they are not forgotten.
It may take long, long years,
but I honestly believe Japan can rise over this, I honestly hope so.
****Thank you David for this enjoyable challenge.
It has pushed me to approach this topic in a way that
I would have never thought of on my own....
High
Where
Eagles
Dare to fly
The wind is howling
Heaving against the jagged rocks.
A climber relentlessly hangs on to endurance
Skilfully persevering till eventually the top is reached, the aim achieved.
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Contest: Fibonacci
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Placed: 6th
Peace to all of the inhabitants within and without the universe
Respect to all existence both stagnant and dynamic
No desire to understand only to observe and appreciate
Those who’ve sought understanding have greatly misunderstood
They intend to change (upgrade) and will inevitably spike altercation
Disrupting and forever corrupting universal equilibrium
Effort to become God the creator and healer of all is the cause of disruption
Persevering disabling efforts to be God with the determination of correction is the cause of infinite corruption – the effect of cyclical disruption
“____ heals all wounds”
No human is able to fix
We are only able to use
An attempt to restore is abuse
“____ heals all wounds”
Rest
Abiding in God’s faithfulness*, I live for Him
Blessed to do His perfect will along His righteousness
Called to conform toward Christ-likeness…
Driven toward His triumph!
Ever-upheld by God’s faithfulness, I’m thankful
Freed from grip of vanities’ worthlessness
Graciously geared-up to worship Him sincerely…
Hoisted for faith-ascent!
Inspired with God’s faithfulness, I continue in His teachings
Jubilant in reaching-out to others midst constraints
Kindled for achievements, meaningfully fruitful…
Loving Him while labouring with commitment’s joy!
Moved by God’s faithfulness’ might, I press on for service-fulfillment
Nurtured to grow in His grace, led by His light
Offering myself with obedience optimized…
Persevering to do my best ways for His name’s exaltation!
*Psalm 36:5 Thy mercy, O LORD, is in the heavens; and thy faithfulness reacheth unto the clouds.
October 8, 2018
1st Place, "LATE OCTOBER 2018..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 10/25/2018.
Toward God and His way to assured salvation
…affirming eternal power of regeneration
…asserting priceless redemption
…awakening through miraculous new creation…
His believers are we, trusting Him for our transformation!
Toward God by His Word that resounds His tender mercy
…refreshing souls with divine loving kindness and clemency
…rejuvenating spirits yearning for contentment sufficiency
…rekindling faith’s fervent fervency…
His followers are we, practicing His statutes’ policy!
Toward God Who grants pardon’s blissfulness
…directing us to confess our sinfulness
…demanding the need for worshipful earnestness
…disciplining disobedience through His righteousness...
His converts are we, casting to Him our haughtiness!
Toward God anchoring steadfastness upon His standard
…increasing effectiveness of each faithful steward
…insuring the diligent certainty of labour’s reward
…invigorating hope to keep on marching forward...
His servants are we, ushering the lost to His safeguard!
Toward God while walking along paths of wisdom
…bringing us to wondrousness of heavenly kingdom
…bracing our genuine altruism against selfish martyrdom
…beautifying character with patience midst spiritual boredom…
His seekers are we, triumphing in His truth-propped freedom!
Toward God as He leads us to His heart
…laying His perfect will upon our footsteps against temptation dart
…lightening vision to behold majestic eternity’s rampart
…lifting pursuits, surpassing worldly vanity start…
His learners are we, persevering to fulfill our devotion’s best part!
Toward God, admitting human flaws beseeching strength for rectitude
…satisfying our nourished well-being to exercise attitude of gratitude
…sanctifying conscience by wise admonitions surmounting vain platitude
…saturating us with His peace around prayer solitude…
His children are we, growing by grace for good testimony altitude!
*2Peter 3:18 But grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. To him be glory both now and for ever. Amen.
April 12, 2021
4th place, "Where are we Headed" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 4/23/2021.
Dear Mom, It’s hard to think of things to say
about you that already you don’t know.
The ways you worked hard each and every day
and sacrifices made so we’d all grow
with good things that in life would see us through.
You took us all to church so right from wrong
we’d realize and know that God is true.
Because of trials, also we grew strong
because you’ve been a model to us all
of persevering when things go awry.
I know how you suffered when you were small.
Your self-esteem was low, yet still you’d try
to break away though you endured much strife.
Thanks, Mom; for this we had a decent life.
April 24, 2023
for Anoucheka Gangabissoon's Letter to my Mother Poetry Contest
The humble tree standing strong,
its hands rooted deeply and wild beneath the earth,
Defeating the powerful full winds,
Standing strong and tall,
Holding its chin to the sky.
Never looking down for a moment.
Wrestling with the changing emotions of the seasons.
Holding the same long lasting position,
though its leaves may be withered.
It is refuge to the singing birds of the mourning
and its persevering stand still seen in the shadows of the night.
Tree of old ages share your bark of strong hold with me.
A mountain of any height;
Roadblocks that life hurl your way,
Plow through them and forge ahead.
Keep persevering!
I am a future Criminologist!
By Charlemagne James P. Ramos
Today, I am preparing my heart, mind, body and soul for the final battle. I am a warrior, I can overcome any obstacles. I will be a Professional and I will be raising my hand and stating my name on the oath taking ceremony.
I know I can, I will act as a Criminologist, I will think as a Criminologist. I am ready to hurdle all the challenges on my way, I will give pride to my parents, love ones, and everyone who believes in me. Yes! I am willing to sacrifice everything for my future profession, this is the dream I’ve been waiting for.
This is the opportunity and I will not fail. I do believe in myself that I could read a lot of books and focus on my review. I know that victory belongs to the most persevering. Yes! I will make history!
Today I will strive to achieve it! I will begin each day believing in success and end it with success. I will act positively to attract my dream success. I will embrace and love the things I am doing every day. I will approach everything and be humble to accept that I need to learn everything. I am craving for knowledge. Yes I do believe that I will be the one! I will be an exceptional Registered Criminologist with the help of the ALMIGHTY MAKER!
Babies crying in the maternity ward
Women; some calling, some thanking God
The only place, where pain meets joy
When the midwife says, it’s a girl, or it’s a boy
The midwife has the most important of jobs
There to usher and give care, when the baby pops
Persevering the cries of women in distress
Delivering babies, amid the emotional bloody mess
Life is precious, from the day it begins
A new born is a miracle, pure joy it brings
The midwife ensures the mother stays proud
By helping the baby survive, its first day in the world
The midwife knows well, the agony of birth
To bring a baby on earth, is never a smooth path
The midwife must have the best of skills
The midwife knows, a slight mistake kills
Babies don’t always come at the best of hours
The midwife works round the clock, with no allowance
Laboring endlessly for women in labor
Getting hands dirty, with no one returning the favor
The midwife puts smiles on mothers, and cleans the blood
The midwife's best reward is to see a mother glad
The midwife does it all, out of true love
The kind of love that always wants to serve
The midwife smiles when a newborn cries
And cries with the mother for the one that dies
The midwife is a mediator between life and death
The midwife is to thank, for the baby’s first breadth
I struggle and strive
I pump persevering flow
I knew I could fly
© Brenda V Northeast 18th may 2012
For Gail Doyles- Inspirational contest
Camera engaging
Strictly amazing
Focusing bring it in.
Spinning grinning
Beautiful motions
Black suede skin
Picturesque, patient,
persevering persistently
Photogenic Super star
No scars
Long limbs
Black swan
Posing however delighted
Super star
Touch the sky
Excited
Clicking flicking whirling twirling
Brand and smiling styling.
Girl in, a world of her own
Mystic bones
Her alone
Catwalk it
The camera is her home
Personality astounding
Youngstar shinning brightly
Defining
Attitude divining
He was young and attractive and quite debonair,
An upstanding young man who was going somewhere.
Or so it would seem if you knew not his history.
To we in the know he’s repulsive dark mystery.
When I think of it now I feel chills descending,
He went to same school my child was attending.
But as far as I know, he hadn’t yet killed.
At that art, with practice, he became very skilled.
In 1974 women were disappearing.
While Ted with his studies was still persevering.
He had way of asking for their sympathy
By pretending to have broken arm or bum knee.
By now the police knew their suspect was called Ted
Clued in by some girls who escaped being dead.
Many others who listened were not seen again
And parents were left with unbearable pain.
Not born in our state, had moved here at age five
So much better if he’d been born dead not alive.
Wherever he went there was death visitation.
The mysteries were a multi-state-wide sensation.
Nita Neary came home and found her door ajar.
She saw a man carry a log to his car.
What she found in her home were two roommates dead.
Each was bludgeoned to death in her very own bed.
He was stopped by police for traffic violation,
What they found in his car was a gross aberration.
There were handcuffs and ice-pick, crowbar, and mask.
He was questioned by those with right questions to ask.
He was arrested and tried for his various crimes
But somehow escaped from justice three times.
Wherever he went he was brutal and bold.
His last victim of all was just twelve years old.
Ted Bundy died in the electric chair
The most hated man that ever went there,
A hundred dead females at least was the count.
Other lives shattered, unrecorded amount.
Written May 26, 13 A true story.