Best Push Through Poems
I'm afraid
So afraid
Of being arrested
By the thought police
Their rules are many
Think this
Think that
Don't diverge from the normal
Stop playing on the street corner of tomorrow
Let sleeping dogs rest
Do not question
Do not burn on passionate bonfires
I watch as they ready their weapons
They display arresting warrants through clouded glass
Fifty shades of bland
Cuffs dangling from bulging belts
Bound in self rightous blunder
They wait outside my door
Screaming bull horns command me to exit my paper freedom
I am blinded by search lights, forced to use my third eye
Fearful of their uniformed presence
How long will they be held at bay?
I hold their preconceptions hostage
They cannot see beyond their script
Trained in the warfare of ignorance
They say "who are you, to question our authority?"
I answer
"I am the poet
The one who dreams beyond here and now
My words push through yesterday like a plow!
Yet I am gentle like the rain
Equal parts of pleasure and pain
A powerful detergent
I remove ancient stains
With my words I shake the ground
I will not be stopped by another's sound
Arrest me, yet you can't stop what I think
Within my mind I determine what I drink."
The thought police
Turn to another
The writings of our sisters and brothers
They wait, with cuffs in hand
Unable to understand
The few
The many
Who have joined hands
The poets
The thinkers
We take a stand
Inspired by Eileen Ghali's poem "The Hidden Woman"
Catie Lindsay's Heart of the matter contest.
I envy those living as part of the wild
For I too, once heeded its call
A smoldering ember since I was a child
Urge, and belonging all part of the thrall.
I’ve enjoyed the fresh taste of a sparkling stream
Felt the tremble as you push through your fear
Stood high on a peak admiring Gods scheme
Felt both delight and remorse for taking a deer.
I’ve walked for weeks through valleys and trees
Traversed mountains with lush native grass
Felt the warmth and the cold of high country breeze
Navigated tussock, forests and high country pass.
I’ve smelt autumn rain as it mingles with dirt
Enjoyed the isolation of me and my views
Valued crude shelter while nature unleashes its hurt
Watched forest birds doing their best to amuse
But I’m now destined to be one of societies slaves
In a world where worth is measured by cash
Where worry and stress are delivered in waves
Where those without are regarded as trash.
I felt most alive in the middle of nowhere
Now dead when hemmed by city and streets
Nothing compares with fresh mountain air
Living free, no money, bills, or receipts.
TO WANT SOMETHING SO BADLY
YOU OBSESS OVER IT MADLY
DRIVEN BY YOUR OWN DESIRE
ITS JUST WARM UP TILL YOUR DROWN IN PERSPIRE
ALWAYS THAT CRAVING IN YOUR SOULD
NEVER TAKING YOUR EYES OFF THE GOAL
I WANT THAT KIND OF PASSION
I WANT TO GET UP AFTER CRASHIN'
PLEASE SEND ME THINGS TO INSPIRE
I NEED HELP RE-LIGHTING MY FIRE
THIS TIME I WILL NOT LET IT BE PUT OUT
I WILL REMEBER WHAT BEING MY BEST IS ABOUT
EVEN WHEN I AM TIERD AND BEAT
I WILL PUSH THROUGH BECAUSE TO CONQUER THAT IS A TRUE TREAT
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND DARE TO DREAM
YOU'VE ALWAYS GOT GOD ON YOUR TEAM
NOW IS THE TIME TO MY OWN ADVICE
NOW IS THE TIME TO MAKE MEN OF MICE
Form:
I await your coming
for the flowers are blooming and the grass is high…
lilac branches still bare and shivering
in the laggard lion’s breath of March
they await your kiss, Monarch of summer.
purplish buds
sprout from gray lilac branches --
daffodils bloom
Though all the tulips are gone
having served as desert for gophers,
the worm and the grubs stir in the wet spring soil…
and the hyacinths have replaced the crocus’s blue
the paper narcissus now, scent the air.
red breasted robins
hop between hummocks of grass --
bird bathes fill with rain
From the within the green pupa, soon
you will stir ..the membrane will thin, sheer as a curtain
in a spring breeze adorned in polka dots
and wings like the crinolines of spindle legged
virgin daughters at first communion...
you will emerge with lash long antennae ready to fly.
leaves of cone flowers
push through the brown soil of spring --
anthills rise
I await your coming
for the flowers are blooming and the grass is high…
lilac branches still bare and shivering
in the laggard lion’s breath of March
they await your kiss, Monarch of summer
butterflies born.
Forms: Free Verse & haiku
When life get hard
When life get hard, just don't quit
It's a part of life sometimes she's a bish
Quitters never win and winners never quit
If you fall down try your best to get up quick.
When life gets hard, just don't quit
Life is tough sometimes like an unstoppable truck people make up lies just because,
When life gets hard, just don't quit my life is harder then a ***** and I try and not complain cause I was taken care of as a kid thought very well on how to survive this **** sometimes life is like a tunnel with the light at the end and that just let you know that the darkness will end just give it some time stay focus my friend if you wear a fake smile them trails go away well on the outside anyway but the conflict wits self so it's no one bunnies anyway when life get hard
,just don't quit push through all the hard times just don't quit quitters never win and winners never quit
Swallowing pills to end your life,
You are a mother, a daughter, a wife.
The pain and turmoil you've buried inside,
Must be intense to have chosen this ride.
If you could see the love and care,
Your children have, they need you there.
To kiss and hug their pain away,
To comfort them, and be ok.
I hope some day you'll see I'm right,
Push through the fog and see the light.
In grimed secluded alleyway’s it’s his key into the divine,
Believing deliverance has arrived while he walks this narrow line,
Those eyes begin seeing reality his mind now lucid has cleared,
The truth’s of his past now a cacophony welling up within perfect ears,
Numbing out his nervous system a blind faith blanketed brain,
Sporadic lighting of violent flashes lost within his mind deranged,
Everything once believed assured now snippets of a life long elapsed,
Consigning his soul to valueless spirits his self worth allowed to collapse,
Without destination a wandering shell conforming to push through the days,
Ignoring the voices of pleas and salvation sinking farther within mired haze,
Memories taunting of mandible grasps devouring slowly his will to survive,
Nightmares convulsing those hideous features transforming beauty into
despised,
Shrinking in angst from real vindication devolving back where the journey began,
He ties off his arm inserting the needle releasing the demons inside once again.
Sore to the bone
Running on a drop of energy
Just gotta push through
I'll rest eventually
My shoulder has gone numb
But my body feels her weight
As if she's gotten heavy
Since her unconscious state
If I could, I'd stop right now
But who knows how safe it is here
And if I could even start again
I may fall asleep I fear
Soon my body will give up
But I'll make it as far as I can
And hopefully haven isn't too far
And I can put her in helping hands
Walking all day and night
It's hard not to think on past
And any thought I come up with
Has me struggling to hold sobs back
I've kept my ears open
Trying to focus on only sounds
But all I keep on hearing
Is my shoes crunch on foreign grounds
Bang. I hear it softly.
So far but still so near.
Bang. Another gunshot sounds
And I've collapsed in fear.
I close my eyes but another goes off
This time in a memory
And now I'm filled with rage
At how repulsive humans can be
My thoughts turn to my baby
Slipping off of my shoulder
I set her down and examine her
Bloodstained gown and skin colder
My worst nightmare but it can't be true
I listen in for her sweet breath
No. No No. No No. No No.
What's this silence? This isn't death.
This time I don't close my eyes
I see a sight that makes me sob
Memory of the last I saw my wife
And now my baby's with her mom.
Each one of us left covered in crimson
By a monster, a gunshot, a blow
Their death is the death of me.
This is as far as I can go.
May 2010
Inspired by Morris Gleitzman's novel "Once," a historical fiction about a boy in Poland
during the Holocaust.
I am tied to the whipping post
and whipped because I am standing still
because of a conglomeration of thoughts
that require a hint of understanding and will
You close your mind and make your demands
I feel a stripe
I know there is some one who will accept me
but I feel the time is not right
I have absorbed as much as I can hold
now I am dripping with hurtful fragments left in the water
To speak my mind is foul, uncanny, disappointing in view to so many and
misunderstood so why bother?
To err is human and forgive divine
but I am crushed by the breath that curses me and adjusting the moral line
I feel my spirit slip away from grace and human sin appear
I want to go back a step but the sand has covered the tracks,
the path has disappeared
Where do I go and what do I do?
Move forward, look up, seize the moment and push through
“ It ain’t easy being green.”
Kermit The Frog
It ain’t Easy Being Yellow
I push through concrete
You can’t keep a good dandelion down
Don’t confuse me with a happy face
Yellow sometimes hides a frown
You can find me in the city
Yes, in the country as well
Forget pushing up daisies
There are stories I must tell
It’s not easy finding cracks
But it’s the sunshine that I seek
Dandelions are tenacious
Even if you think we’re weak
Yep, I push through concrete
You can’t keep a good dandelion down
Don’t confuse me with a happy face
Yellow sometimes hides a frown
On a grey and lonely road
I’m the only colour you might see
I’m the embodiment of purpose
Take time to look at me
Don’t confuse me with some weed
Other flowers aren’t as strong
Beautiful filled with purpose
Above the concrete I belong
A parking lot at Walmart
Or some deserted highway
I push my way through concrete
It seems I’m made that way
Let me float above the road
As my yellow turns to white
Yes this is my happy face
Amidst this world I find delight.
waking to timidity of the
psyche
the day feels doomed not
right
push through it all till night
fall
arriving home he seems so
tall
sensing weakness starts a
fight
pushing all buttons with
insight
trying to remain calm and
strong
he wins- trophy tears
torch-song
© October 2013—Kim van Breda
Sweet songbirds chirp, greeting the rising sun
below my bedroom window every Spring.
While their cheery tunes confirm Spring's begun;
green begins coloring in everything.
Crocuses silently push through the ground;
while frozen icicles melt, drip by drip.
The honking of geese fills the sky with sounds
signifying they're on their return trip.
Wildflowers suddenly begin to sprout;
popping from the ground, summoned by sunlight.
Spring seems so splendid; there is little doubt
when Spring colors supersede Winter's white.
I love the scent of Spring's perfumed breezes,
Winter smells sterile once the ground freezes.
Sometimes you think in life
That the end beats the beginning
And you look for your life
To have that fairy tale ending
You look at other people and
Say; you got success and
Tears fall down because your
Life seems like a mess
You fought many battles
But the war lies ahead
You should control your life
But your life controls you instead
Recording of negative thoughts
Play over and over in your head
When you should be sleeping
You toss and turn in your bed
If someone would care about
How you feel inside
The pain it brings when all
They have to offer is lies
There’s this numb feeling when
You find yourself alone
The hurt twist your head
And your joy somehow has gone
You take a deep breath and
And try to count to seven
As you push through the anger
Trying hard to reach heaven
Just one little word you try
Hard to whisper in prayer
If God would only answer
You know that he’s there
Struggling in this life to
Do that which is good
What you know is best and
What you thought you could
No one ever told you that
This life would be fair
No one ever told you that
The world would care
Now it’s your time to
Build high upon faith
Believing you is somebody
With the keys to the gate
Which is your life that you
Fight to keep straight
Built upon love and a
Long way from hate
Think about this the next time
You feel sorry for yourself
Life becomes dusty when
You leave it on the shelf.
Poetry for the blind
Songs for the deaf
An audience of living and breathing pulsating through the soul
they are waiting for the melody to push through the cracks
of gasps and moans
waiting for clenched fist that have never learned to fight
to ignite
and somehow
I won't be right below the brim, right under the surface, the light that never makes it through the blinds
I cannot be attempts
prayers
pleas
and then acceptance
of young dreams that never come to be
I have to be
something
Where will our roads converge? the city, country, maybe even the the coverage of a shade tree. What is love without two people. It is sadness and tears for a lost one. When the people came and took me away sadness came to stay, no way. life will not be my enemy i will walk with she who completes me. when life is cruel she bares kind words, so likewise i will help push through the worst.i love alica and always will so lets walk away unscaved.