Best Resistant Poems
never do listen to sweet sirenes´ call
promises made by them lead to your fall
they try to lull you into a false peace
claiming that all of your problems would cease
go read their faces they just need to feed
upon surrender they want you to bleed
watch out for soft words including a lure
to sweet temptation don't yield do endure
though heavy burdens are weighting your back
keep perseveringly to the right track
though it´s a strong and inveterate foe
bravely let's fight him, my dear, have a go
in suicidal mood do just hold out
stay unperturbed and don't worry about
you will withstand black thoughts never give way
you are a strong girl alive you will stay
looking for shelter in shivering fears
and consolation in vanishing tears
nevertheless you will crawl on all fours
straight through the thicket success will be yours
though it´s a hard fight you have got to drive
out of the mess with the will to survive
though it´s a strong and inveterate foe
bravely let's fight him, my dear, have a go
whether you're chained to oars or say it´s done
leading numerous lives or have just one
be hyperactive or more contemplating
running for your dear life or calmly waiting
whether you are with friends or go alone
look for a diamond and just find a stone
I have just one wish please come back to me
safe and sound do return from odyssey
(I´m not a native speaker, probably there are mistakes in grammar and vocabulary. So I cordially invite other members to send me suggestions for improvement as long as rhyme and rhythm are kept. Thank you very much!)
for R, my dear friend fighting against BPD
whether you're happy or feel very sad
think you are likeable or mostly bad
find yourself unsightly or rather pretty
wallow in pleasure or cheerless self-pity
whether use make up to smooth lurking doubt
all of us say you look gorgeous without
exquisite jewellery twinkle on you
or stroll in rags second hand and no shoe
though it´s a hard fight not easy to face
watching recovery come in snail's pace
though it´s a strong and inveterate foe
bravely let's fight him, my dear, have a go
whether soul's frozen or thoroughly warm
whether restored peace or calm before storm
whether mind's weightless or absorbed in thought
anything practical you once were taught?
whether determined or changing your mind
right answers within reach trying to find
misunderstandings wherever you go
feel paralyzed your true colours to show
though it´s frustrating be misunderstood
signs of true friendship they will do you good
though it´s a strong and inveterate foe
bravely let's fight him, my dear, have a go
walk under blue sky or through fog and mist
offered securities do they exist?
whether´s a bright path or one dark and grey
finding relief might be still a long way
fight for survival when demons arise
notice they might appear in changed disguise
do they come slowly or at spanking pace
sit out the challenge there is a safe place
though it´s a hard fight not easy to stand
don't think of busting your head in the sand
though it´s a strong and inveterate foe
bravely let's fight him, my dear, have a go
In Africa it is drug resistant
it is a disease infecting minds
minds of opportunists it targets
but I know only its nick- name
If you treat it with law-drugs
the will-drug you inject in veins
you try antibiotic treatment tabs
it hides and sleeps in blood cells
Opportunists desire to fall sick
but the people yell and kick dust
the more they search for the cure
the greater the frustration and pain
What can Africans do but look on,
as the epidemic resists medicines?
Why would I have ever thought it was when it wasn't? now i feel so much resentment; it was never a good situation. just always so complicating, felt like I couldn't breathe, suffocating. Now I'm living my life just hesitating, waiting to wake up from reality, and lose this miserable feeling I have inside me. my head is clouded with negativity trying to lose this feeling within me.
Looking for temporary satisfaction. can't fall into a hopeless devotion that was my addiction, my affliction, taking my soul, taking what was making me whole taking my control. it's just a bad recollection of what I thought was affection. let down my shield of protection to one I thought was worthy of me and my attention. but I just settled expecting him to fulfill the position.
Felt like I was in a competition, a race on a chase for your love. which was never really love just an illusion, had to come to this conclusion, now I'm just left feeling resistant to love.
R-isk-resistant system
O-bliterates the transmission;
N-ever will it succumb to
A-ilment's atrocious affliction.
P-hysical fitness and health
U-pend the morbid mayhem;
N-o way will it damage
O-ne risk-resistant system.
Topic: Birthday of Rona F. Puno (June 08)
*"A weight that grows roots in the marrow,
where light, though called, will not tread.
Doctors offer keys of rust and glass,
each turning in a lockless door.
It is the echo of remedies past,
the hollow sound of hope unfound,
where the mind is both prisoner and warden,
whispering a cure that never comes."*