Best Staying Poems
STAYING ALIVE
Awake!
Mixed feelings
The morning sensation
All fears expectation
Still in place
Bold reluctance
By responsibility replaced
Leech and drive on!
Reanimate!
Rejuvenate!
Staying alive!
You have been lurking into my temple
Doing not so nice things but still I am
Strong trying to receive my wings
I have been raped, cut, molested, and killed
But still I live
I have been harmed in many of ways
Taken from my body day by day
But still I survive
I am a victim in this society
But still I strive
I have been desecrated and tortured for my women hood
But I am still human
One that has been born
Torn through this emotion
But still I am a child on this earth
But I have been abused and taken from my worth
I am terrified for my territory
I am marked in this village of manipulation
My dignity taken
But still I thrive
I reach out to tell others
That you are blessed because
You could be the one waking up with nothing left
Your family, your friends, your body, your life
Could just be taking away
Or maybe you could be the one selling your body everyday just for your rights
I am stereotyped, threaten, and abused
My body has been walked over and reused
If only you new
I want knowledge but I have to ask
I want to vote but I cant
I have to live in this cage that I can’t escape
But still I stand strong
And I wait
"A man's pride shall bring him low: but honour shall uphold the humble in spirit." Proverbs 29:23 of the King James Bible
Aspiring for achievement glow
That vanquishes painful defeat’s shadow
Arrogance stands at loftiness gate for a show
While selfishness glitters midst jewel of hypocrite’s woe…
Oh, proud human nature, needs heaven blow
To mutter need for divine blessing flow
And be triumphant, staying low.
March 21, 2025
2nd place, "Write Seven Beautiful Lines With A Twist" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/23/2025
Leave no stone unturned
Leave no lesson unlearned
Have your first kiss
Remember those you miss
Run in circles till you fall to your knees
Climb and fall from many trees
Eat cookies when Mom's not looking
Try your hand in a little cooking
Stare at clouds above
Hold hands, fall in love
Read your sister's notebook
Dare to go in your brother's room, just a look
Jump into a pool with your clothes on
Sit for hours under the warm sun
Splash in a puddle on the sidewalk
Draw millions of pictures with colorful chalk
Don't eat your greens
Cut off your favorite jeans
Get in trouble or maybe a fight
Try hard to stay up all night
Forget about the rules
Blow off homework or school
Play truth or dare
Do things without a care
Don't always do what you're told
Just try to... stay gold
This poem was inspired by the poem by Robert Frost, "Nothing Gold Can Stay..." I absolutely love that poem,
and maybe this just is a way to help you out.
A while back I left meaning
At the river bank of seeming
And gathered myself to trust
Dark and light
I learned how to fight
By giving my faith to LOVE
He took me deep and wide
Cleaning all I longed to hide
'Neath the sheath of TRUTH
The fire was roaring
And I began soaring
As the chains of deception were loosed
Down, up, over, under
The lightening struck and I felt HIS voice THUNDER
Shaking the foundation of my soul
I yielded to the push and pull
Wanting to be wise in spite of being a fool
To the world system of structured holes
For so long, my eyes were fixed
On the laying of the bricks
To see how it all works
The wrong tends to rise
In the systems we devise
.....quirks, quirks, and more quirks
What on earth made us believe
That we could keep what we receive
And do whatever it takes to ensure entitlements never leave
OUR FILTHY GRUBBY HANDS
UGH! I am so tired of the struggle
...I want, I need, I should have, I'm not happy with what I have
...........I should have alllllll I want, when I want it, and
....................GOD, you should want me to have it.
There! I said it!
So, if I continue with LOVE
I get the blessings others aren't aware of
Enjoying intimacy so deep my heart swells in capacity
Or, I can lay the struggle down
And try to keep all the temporal things I have found
In the accepted veracity
...of fallen men
Yesterday, the answer was clear
But today, my friend, I am here
In the thick red clay...that clings to my boots
Although I walk in peace
Matter tries to stick where the Spirit gives release
So I can allow enemies to believe they have valuable loot
....I worked hard to gain
No...it was given..and I will let it go.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-22-2019
I know this is the hardest *****for me to ever do
I know alcohol has always been apart of my life it's like it's the only truth
sometimes I drink so much I can't even remember you
I want to stay sober yet I still keep thinking about that next drink
I'd rather sit in my alcoholic pains trapped in the bottle where many dreams seem to sink
I know once that bottle is empty all thats left is me and my thoughts shattered in a dream
I can hear my inner soul holler while my spirit seems to scream
I know I can be an alcholic fiend
But don't judge until you have walked in my shoes and seen what I've seen
I know I try and let this *****go
but yet without the booze it seems I can't let my mind grow
It's like I need this *****just to make it to another daily show
I been through all this same *****before
I know what it's like when an alcoholic is sitting in his own filth on the floor
I know I need to be a better father so my kids don't grow up to be poor
I need to provide
I need to speak truth and get past all my own lies
I need to comfort my kids when I her their cries
I need to find the solution when it's hard for my family to find
I need to think about my kids so they remeber me as a good father in this time
I need to find a way
I need to find a way to smile for the day
Im trapped in a ark alcoholic daze
You see me running around alcoholic words like Im in some written maze
I know it's really up to me to make that one significant change
I know I used to everyday but it seems nowadays I almost never pray
and it should'nt be that way when my skies are all dark and gray
I know my life is almost over
I done ran my luck I only got one clove left on my four leaf clover
Her name is struggle and strife and it feels as if only Im the one who knows her
But i guess life is what I make it and it should'nt be so hard to staying sober
If I Stay To Myself This Will be Better
Not As Where I Shut Others Out
But Shut The ******** Out
If I Stay Positive In All I Do ill Get Some where
In My Life
If I Express My Feelings And Not Hold Them in,
I Won't Have So Much Stress
Only If I Not Worry Then I can get A lot Done
And Won't feel like ****
If I Pray And Work On Thing Everyday,
Then Maybe, "just Maybe: Something Will be Done
Or "get Done"
I'm Fire Ball,
When I Come In Being Detriment In What All Needs Done
I Will Fire My Gun Of Power For Straight
For Emotions I have
Ill Fight Till Thee End No Matter What Fail Issue
That's Calling
Shall I Never Back Down
But To Stay High And Fly Like A Angel
just A Focuses Women
Doing Her own Thing
Always expect the unexpected.
Don't be shocked by a surprise.
Sometimes our nonchalant complacency
presents a new gift in disguise.
The future we had planned for
isn't always whats in store,
but for each lost opportunity
we'll find another door.
We will find a way of coping
when we thought we never could.
What seemed at first so negative
can be transformed into 'good'.
The seed of faith grows hardier;
the weakness becomes strong
and soon what first seemed 'gloom and doom'
sings a much more hopeful song.
Inside each grey and blustery cloud
there lies a silver seed of hope.
It nestles in the misery and
grows to help us cope.
It blossoms into friendship
we never knew was there;
it blooms when people 'rally round'
and show they really care.
So, don't be shocked by life's surprises.
Don't let them knock you to the ground.
Let the bellow of the storm die down
and hear the tinkling silver sound
STAYING ALIVE II – The Wheel
combatant with life
pure essence of blood and bone
in endless orbit
the flow through many houses
many loves hates many deaths
Bought at an antiques store for a song:
unframed print #225 of 750, signed by the artist
Number III of the family name, all painters,
(presumably) Those forbears hard to discard--
"Stay Awhile" its title, hospitably captioned by
a country boy, like my father, perhaps-- posing
beside his favorite horse on the back roads
of Race Pond, Georgia, his playground by
birthright, the Okefenokee Swamp.
Staying awhile, I place myself in the painting,
its cool morning mist in the hills beyond.
The white clapboard house, red-roofed, six
front windows, one dormer peeking out
from the eaves; four steps up to the porch
from the under-the-house black earth the house
was built on; its checkered slats at the base
prohibiting the crawl space where the doodlebugs
hide. Kitchen matches to be left untouched,
heeding the grownups chide. Only to the bugs
is it dire: "Doodlebug,doodlebug, hurry
on home--your house is on fire.
Two Christmassy trees hug at opposite ends
of the house, awaiting December decoration.
A grassy knoll rolls down to masses
of white and yellow sunflowers in a frenzied
welcome. Past the grayed barn where
tools are kept and the horses are tethered,
I place myself in the painting, flying Superman style,
spread eagle, arms out, facing downward
past clapboard house, barn. Then, into the hills
with their pale promise of perennial dawn where
there is no sorrow, no pain, no heavy heart
unshared, no loss we cannot bear.
I am healthy and happy.
I see that which is beautiful and good.
I refuse to gossip and demean myself by uttering negative words or beliefs.
I refuse to be involved in quarreling, confusion and discord.
Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose
to learn from it. I choose to learn from it.
Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their
complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side
of life.
I can complain because I have to go to school, or I can eagerly open my mind
and fill it with rich new tidbits of knowledge.
I can mourn my lack of friends, or I can embark upon a quest (even if it is slowly
at first) to discover new relationships.
I can cry because roses have thorns, or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.
Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a
choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will
affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom
line: It's your choice how you live life.
Each morning wake up and say to yourself: "I have two choices today. I can
choose to be in a good mood or I can choose to be in a bad mood. I choose to
be in a good mood and focus on the positive aspects of life.
What today will be like is up to me. I get to choose what kind of day I will have!"
Growing old to some may mean dying;
Relinquishing the attributes of youth.
Once we become seventy or eighty,
What more of life's left; is this true?
I feel young and happy on the inside
No regrets, I've been blessed, each day's new.
Grey hairs and wrinkles may adorn me
Oh, but I still feel life's joys, just like you!
Life may have made me a lot slower, but
Don't give up on me yet; I've more living to do!
Sponsor: Nancy Jones
Contest Name: This is how life feels when you get to be my age...
Staying in the ministry* of the Lord shows our genuine submissiveness
Since He has transformed us from sinfulness’ uselessness…
…Toward ways of holiness by His forgiveness’ effectiveness.
Indeed securing our soul along His merciful graciousness!
Staying in the ministry of the Lord declares our humble position
Since He has rescued us from transgressions’ destruction…
…Toward deeds of kindness by His workmanship’s sanctification.
Indeed justifying our status along His redemptive adoption!
Staying in the ministry of the Lord asserts our wholehearted sincerity
Since He has pulled us from worldliness’ vanity…
…Toward values of eternity by His leadership’s authority.
Indeed converting our perspective along His wise sovereignty!
Staying in the ministry of the Lord upholds our confident stand
Since He has freed us from selfishness’ demand…
…Toward sacrifices of service-errand by His Scriptures’ command.
Indeed bending our will along His powerful hand!
Staying in the ministry of the Lord anchors our obedient paces
Since He has separated us from haughtiness’ curses…
…Toward exaltation of worship-praises by compassion’s forces.
Indeed straightening our attitude along His righteous braces!
Staying in the ministry of the Lord proves our faithful stewardship-card
Since He has cleansed us from filthiness’ hazard…
…Toward duty of kingdom-vineyard by His perfection’s reward
Indeed guarding our spirituality along His biblical standard!
Staying in the ministry of the Lord blesses our grateful life-story
Since He has grabbed us from wickedness’ misery…
…Toward expansion of soulwinning territory by His Gospel’s glory
Indeed strengthening our faith along His mighty victory!
*1Timothy 1:12 And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who hath enabled me, for that he counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry.
October 11, 2019
The slowest dolphin
Swims faster than a cheetah
Wearing costume fins;
So I'll do my best, knowing
No dolphin can run like me
I’m Staying!
Steve L. Siegel
August, 2015
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What if we did have an authority of our own?
All across America and our native lands,
Were we choose to place our hats and call home,
Nine-eleven brought us tears to my and your lands.
We all cried as smoke rose up from the towers,
This nation watched as the ash and smoke rose up,
Taking dreams away in a wink of a few hours,
It was time for our own country to wake-up.
On this sad day, we felt we stood all alone.
In one day we stood arm too arm as brothers,
Ready to fight for our nation's own birthstone.
Now we'll get to see if this be our own luster.
Because, I'm staying till the fight has been won!