Best Push Forward Poems
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Now things started to become clear,
Both Alahsar and Salahmar in the same space,
One would find Victory, the other, leave this place,
light and dark in the eternal battle.
Alahsar, of God's light,
Salahmar, of dark's evil joys,
which of them would wane away?
Devil's fear, or Heaven's glory.
For Alahsar, the city of light,
mortals, their lives laying down,
numbers falling as Algahrs push forward,
is this the end of light, hearts filled with hate.
From the golden gates a mighty moving,
women, they come forth with speed,
hate filled eyes and trembling cries,
yelling out their cry of war.
Still the foe were many more,
the Algahrs always to the front,
mightily they begin their push,
the might of dark within each beast.
Too hold the foe would take great strength,
strength was fading, ebbing away,
the Algahrs now did mighty push,
death and destruction on Badicha lay.
Still mortals stood, though blood did flow,
man and woman, power decreasing,
children watch from mighty walls,
as parents and friends meet their end.
Dark Man fighting, vengeance dear,
Warrior Queen spreading fear,
the bloodiest scene before the gates,
blood for blood,by sorrow's river.
Utamol, with almost life of own,
cutting, slicing, stabbing home,
Dark Man with his awesome grace,
Sends evil from this land of light.
Warrior Queen with power and speed,
destroying all this evil seed,
cries of pain are everywhere,
so many lost, their dead eyes stare.
On the plain great dust clouds rising,
screams of mortals and beasts fill the air,
lightning flashing, thunder crashing,
onward the struggle of life goes on.
Within the heart of living terror,
weapons crashing, teeth a-gnashing,
will miracle come to Badicha?
Shall mortals halt their slow retreat?
Alahsar's own are falling back,
dead and dying are underfoot,
now mortals they must hold the foe,
forward warriors, toe to toe.
No battle ranks or strategy to follow,
Hold position and strike down the foe,
Dark Man now in heat of battle,
Arlaghs feel the hate of Utamol.
In this time before time,
sorrow's song, the last song to be sung?
Strike with rage, power and might,
Become battle Gods, the power of light.
Cry goes up, "Walk in the light,"
the arms are weary, still fight for life,
still the battle crashes on,
what end shall be, before the dawn.
To Be Concluded..........
The fraying thread in which holds me,
So weak and worn, I know.....I see.
Another challenge has begun ahead,
I want to run but push forward instead.
Breathing deeply, then... exhaling my fear,
Gaining strength from loves both far and here.
It's easy to set the goal, and even put the process in motion, but continuing to push forward through struggles and frustration can require a shove to help draw out that emotional leverage. ~ Leigh Wilson
Emotional happiness is a goal everyone would like to reach
but attaining that destination is not something anyone can teach.
The use of leverage is a viable solution to ignite the flames of fire,
ones to use as sparks to light the way to have the life we desire
There are several emotional concepts that I label after reflection
that can motivate us and others to live life without objection
Pride is usually thought of as a trait for which we shouldn't strive
but it can also prove to be a useful tool that can keep hope alive
for it can take a look at goals that were achieved or things done right.
A point worth making; it opens a window giving slivers of foresight
Joy is an emotion everyone feels when a goal is accomplished
Any lever can be used to amplify an advantage that can be wished
Something as simple as talking with others can make joy a reality
It's a resource to change a behavior or attitude; not a hyperbole
Hope allows us to have expectations of a life that we find fulfilling
But life often pushes back with frustrations that could use distilling
That's when we pivot, as a lever to make struggles less intimidating
By facing problems head on, seeking solutions, instead of placating
The fear factor dwells inside everyone when feeling uncertainty
or an immediate threat, but it can be levered with a bit of diversity,
a change in some areas of our lives where we experience less stress
The more advantages we can obtain, we'll feel threats much less
Anger is perhaps the biggest obstacle to having emotional well-being
but used as a leverage, it can be used as a key that allows the freeing
from threats that we experience, disrupting our sense of independency,
enabling us to feel self-compassion and toward others with clemency
Then there is the prospect of shame, used to encourage and persuade
ourselves and others to avoid an action or a decision, wrongly made
when we, or others might find out about a socially undesirable action.
Leveraging devices give gentle shoves that lead to emotional satisfaction.
Hello Jesus, say Hi to Your Father for me
Thank Him for allowing me to be
So many prayers, so little time
Could You maybe push forward a few of mine?
Not the ones for wealth and prosperity
Not the ones for vengeance and hostility
Not the ones for health and love
Not the ones for family and friends I think of
Not the ones for work and security
Not the ones for fears and worry
Not the ones for country and our fallen heroes
Not the ones for strangers and lost souls
Not the ones for those already gone before
Not the ones for little ones we all adore
Just the one I forget to say to Him
Thank You God
Praise You God
Amen
I hope someone uses some of my lines as quotes
I hope my words inspire some to carry on
I hope my rhymes encourage you to stay strong
I hope my poetry provides you with a sign of hope
Maybe I'm too honest for my own good
A former self-harmer, who's bipolar with anxiety & depression who's never known love
Raised in foster care because my parents preferred drink
I put it all out there when I'm sharing with ink
I was made to feel worthless and taught I couldn't
Bullied and picked on, but made it past times I thought I wouldn't
I'm still here despite all the weight I hold on my shoulder
Had people leave when I told them I'm bipolar
Stabbed in the back by people I thought I could trust
Been through so much hurt, So I'm sorry if I don't talk about love enough
Got told there was no way out, But I created my own path
I learned to push forward even when the world tries to hold you back
I gave depression the best fight its ever had
Every lesson I've learned I write in my pad
I made it this far without any help
Been bullied, and beat down but I found happiness in myself
Behind every dark cloud there's a silver lining
You just have to have the will to find it
To get to where you need to be it may take a while
Be strong and don't let anyone break your smile
I hope someone uses some of my lines as quotes
I hope my words inspire some to carry on
I hope my rhymes encourage you to stay strong
I hope my poetry provides you with a sign of hope
I am an amateur athlete running a race.
In earnest, I try to speed towards my goal,
My feet embracing the earth I tread
My legs aching, but careful not to fall.
I encounter many obstacles in my course
But I keep covering some distance day by day,
Seeing every hurdle, a challenge to jump over,
Conquering every trouble that comes my way.
Is not our life a race from birth to death?
Through rough and rugged roads, I run,
My face to the wind and my back to the sun.
Until I reach my destination, my journey isn’t done.
I am in no hurry and wish to run at my own pace,
Knowing the race starts right where it ends.
I focus my eyes in front, that I won’t trip,
And look up to God that a helping hand He lends.
In this ride towards my destined goal
I often stumble, but as I cover each mile,
Though with difficulty and hardship,
I feel like a victor and have reason to smile.
I strive to take each step as a rhythm in motion-
An attempt to push forward for a goal to reach,
With the pulse of energy coursing through my veins,
Not giving up, not allowing any breach.
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Never mind, you don’t achieve all your goals,
Or the winner’s trophy, you may not flaunt,
Keep running with all your might
That’s all what matters, I can warrant.
"Turning"
Turning
towards the beginning
at the tip of the tail end,
we push forward through
the tunnel screaming
through the pain bathed
in water and blood,
annnointed and slapped
rudely awake by the details,
in the hand we are shuffled,
chords are cut like ties that bind,
we are separated from the chaff,
we are called by name, numbered
and tagged for the game, then
the measure of us, weighed
and registered, certified
in deeds like paper weights,
the double majors abruptly
change to bugger alls,
it’s all about the
words spoken
and heard
another story
borne
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
As the Marines push forward as if to shrug feigning indifference for the lives that have been taken to the god of which they believe to be unforgiving all they can do is push forward and move to their already known perilous fate and meet death face to face and dance with the devil and once this happens their mission has become complete because all you can do as a Marine is sweat Crude Oil And Bullets
A man once said Wars come and go but our soldiers are eternal
Unreceived Parcel
I have sent your parcel Please be patient
Your curtain hooks have been sent
It's on its way
Yes sir, I have sent it
I will make a special deliver
Through the dark forces of night
In horse and cart
Await me at 2 am tonight
Leave the window slightly ajar
I will ring three chimes on my arrival
With your special delivery
Slide open the window
Look down You will see me standing there with your parcel
Slowly on your toes
Push forward and slide out the window
Reach for me
Then you will have your parcel
I will have delivered the goods
Your wife will have curtain hooks to hang the curtains
Then your curtains will be closed forever
I will place roses on your grave
Sending you a graceful goodbye
Delivering, your unreceived goods
Hour ago raised the morning sun
The eastern army outnumbers the hussars fifteen to one
The battle has began
Hussar horses with thousand thundering hooves begun their run
Eastern army cannons and muskets will discharge
As the hussars push forward in awe inspiring charge
Before the muskets and cannons can recharge
The front of the hussar left wing is at large
The lances pierce through musketeers like a storm
The hussar charge starts spread far apart then single column like a spear it will form
Into one group of two different colors two groups previously separated will transform
The hussar charge is deep in the musketeers’ ranks the each commander his king will inform
The sea of lances comes down like avalanche or volcanic rain
The furry of battle is insane
Impaled warriors sometimes six all at once cry in pain
How could things look so bad for musketeers at those odds is hard to explain
It is the horses of hussars that caused musketeer breakdown
The horses that were mixes of Mongolian blood with that of the once bread by the crown
Mesmerizing is the speed with which hussars their enemy have cut down
And despite of larger enemy force it is the musketeers that in the blood would drown
It is those magnificent horses that hussars have bred
It is the speed that enemy would come to dread
Some horses were chestnut almost red
Some were colored like a puzzle white patches yet black head
Some white and some black like the night
Like hybrid horses hybrid number defines sun’s morning light
Normal horizon is destiny of Gods that mage would incite
So with hybrid number as horizons just imagine power of its sun’s light
But that power is mind not the soul
And it is black stallion with visage as deep as the soul
Dark means deep and stallion is black as coal
He represents the deepest essence of free unbound soul
Let me not hear and let me not see.
Let me not speak the anger in me.
Let me take each day as it goes.
Let not my words run as free as the river flows.
Let my Good days keep a steady ryme.
Let my happy thoughts push forward the time.
Let not this hostile man ruine my smile.
Let not a frown on my face run for a mile.
If I was ever brave enough
Pondering my feelings
What would I express to you
Could I let it all out
The depth and effect you have on me
Could I unravel it all
Make any sense of how I feel
Organise my thoughts
Engage your attention in me
Just so you get my groove
Its love I fear
So when you are near
I melt with the attraction
Emotion overwhelms
I only know how to run
Impressions from my past
Come forth to stamp a mark
That cautions me to stop
Not give in to my heart
Let you in or allow you to see
Give me the strength
Help me become brave
Push forward through the pain
That hinders me with restaint
Like barbwired in a cage
Nervous beats pounding
Distance myself
Layers of emotions
Like the evolving sea
I feel this within me
On the smooth shiny sand
You stand, guiding me in
Gently groping fragile rope
Pulling me toward the shore
To free me from my lonely raft
Finally a man who can help me see
Bringing me into the light
Shedding my old skin
All that has been locked away
Saturates me, I am finally free
Intensity that gravitates
Me to you, you to me
I am yours, you are mine
No longer do I run or hide
On the tip of my tongue
Embracing that I love you
I've tried the moon titled in air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair
She sat quietly deaf to the river
Shadows line along the old rocking chair
Rippling chords and running deep
Hidden in the darkness and shiver
Fiddling crickets with a thunderous clatter
I push forward these bones of stone
Amongst a small opening and unfold toward home
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I've tried the moon titled in air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
(Robert Frost)
For the Homage contest
Promise
By: IzaDonna
You were such a young boy
With a tragic past
I know it still haunts you
Feeling like the pain will always last
Just remember, Just remember
I'm here for you
Keep your strength up
And always stay true
Chorus:
So make me a promise
A promise that you'll keep
Better your life
Before your into deep
I'll stick with you
Even when I'm gone
Watching from heaven
As you carry on
That's my promise
I know its a struggle
Fighting the demons of your past
Don't worry brother
I'll pick u up when ur falling fast
And always in my eyes
No matter what you do
I'll always have you back
No matter the decision you choose
Chorus
So when you feel
Like you wanna give in
Keep your head up
Remember where u've been
Find your inner strength
And moving toward
What you wanna achieve
Always push forward
Chorus X2
I sit next to her
Dreaming my boyhood fantasies
The side of my hand touches her thigh
Wishing I could reach between her legs
Push my fingers into her softness
Feel the dampness of her need
Hear that wanting sigh
Her calling out
"ohhhhh, you're my guy
push deeper
I want to fly"
I look down her top
see the delicate curve of her breast
imagine what it would be like
to see her undressed
Within my minds eye
every part of her caressed
Me her master
In control
Her desiring me to fill each hole
together intertwined on the floor we role
I dive deep
like a submarine
As I push forward she grinds and leans
Me taking her places she's never been
From my mouth a gurgled sigh
Wetness creates a dark stain near my fly
She turns towards me
my throat goes dry
I silently pray
"please don't look at my pants."
If she sees it
I won't have a chance
She smiles a knowing smile and says
"Don't worry young man,
it's time for him to come out and play!"
Charlotte's Scorchers Contest
Written November 18th, 2013