Best Strenuous Poems
You will find me fearless
I am master of my own strength
Shout out the word ; c o u r a g e
Always hardworking, not strenuous
a beacon of hope
Fearless heart, attitude bold
The vision of exploring
daring to move mountains
I
promise
you
Violent storms may attack
and untested strength may fail
Put the lessons on your soul
ignore the brake
Certain things capture my attention
The steadfast Edelweiss
drenched in dew
Breath of almighty
I
promise
you
Categories:
strenuous, courage,
Form:
Free verse
The “forthcoming” backtracks on dilly-dallied whispers.
They place verbal down payments on layaway,
Incomplete soul mates
Running on muted slow dances
Blanketing their pain
“Oh, how I always wished for your lips against my selfless animosity”, said Nobody.
Another decrepit smile
Pandering arrogant Bible verses,
They stroke heartbeats
Made of blood diamond fallacies
Reflecting upon misery with convex eyes,
Companionship denied,
“I’m so glad you stayed”, said Somebody.
Placating vehement touch,
They ache for petulant innocence
To rock them to sleep
Lullabies venture unto unknown certainties,
Lackadaisical clef sharpens ill-fated tomorrows
They make “love” to invisible yesterdays,
Feeding off strenuous caress
Torn, silky dress
Perpetuating restraining orders in duress
Bloodied retinas blink,
Vexed
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
strenuous, conflict, confusion, life, lost
Form:
Free verse
An odyssey through hurdles, yet a blessing it is to dwell on earth,
Aiming for destination beloved, chasing sweet dreams of mirth,
Through successes and failures, amid joys and woes, since birth,
Life can be hurricanes and storms, but living it justifies its worth.
Sometimes life beams with hope, sometimes despairs in throes,
Navigating peaks and troughs, undulating with highs and lows,
Yet, unyielding to reign of angst, life rejects doldrums of sorrow,
Aspiring boldly to sunny horizons, hosting endeavors of morrow.
Life, a realm of virtues divine, resounding endearment of love,
A benediction, an endowment, a gift from the heavens above;
Its paradigms and precepts reverberate from temple of soul,
Echoing sapience of enlightenment, teachings paramount toll.
On strength of sheer endurance, aspirations of dreamers soar,
Flexing willpower of ambitions, resolutely they bring to fore,
As life rewards strenuous efforts, striving for its worthy goal,
Fulfilling purpose of tomorrow, triumphs of achievers extol.
Life toddles, stumbles and falls, enduring as it learns to walk,
It stutters, it babbles thoughts, yet persists as it learns to talk,
Cognizant over time, sorting good from bad, right from wrong,
Obeying tenets of morals and values, guiding humanity lifelong.
Categories:
strenuous, life,
Form:
Rhyme
In a world where we are constantly told how we should do this and that,
we must learn to thank them for their opinions…but, to listen to our own
hearts and THINK for ourselves.
There is a difference between guidance & being told what to do; where
opinions are sometimes, sadly, just glorified pre-judgments in hiding. In this
world today, more than ever, we must stand our ground and water our seeds
with our own heartbeats.
Because in the time one could spend listening to loud/louder/loudest opinions
of why one should or shouldn’t do it someone else's way, one could have
already done it their own way. Always move in the direction of time:
Forward
...
Another herd of evaporated soliloquies
Flashing warning signs of good-will
Unto the lost
The deaf
The mute
The righteously blind
They simply ask for a sip of strenuous cognac
To lighten regurgitated burdens
Yet, throats become condensed with
Good intentions
Under a cratered moon, afflicted with two-faced vertigo
How can one stand in the face of adversity
When our legs are kicked from the same foundations
That opinion’s high court built
How can I be told to write with syllabic serenity
When a rambunctious rhyme
Would be the socialized death of me
“Guided” by educated parchments, recycled without signatures
…
If poetry is freedom,
Why do critics scream in beer-battered rings of opulent contradictions?
If poetry is freedom,
How is one frowned upon for speaking the word of Life, the word of God
The same God who told us to speak upon epiphanies’ climactic pain
Towards the same “heaven”,
They swear,
They’ll arrive at.
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
strenuous, how i feel, life,
Form:
Free verse
Walking forward but still in the same place.
Moving quickly but still stuck in a small space.
Success seems so close but something I never taste.
Time continues but all efforts go to waste.
Reaching for goals in this strenuous race.
Going on hopelessly in this never ending chase.
Moving faster trying desperately to pick up the pace.
The monotony of struggle slapping me in the face.
Thinking of my future but all I see is a lost case.
Categories:
strenuous, depression, education, how i
Form:
Rhyme
I'm polynonsensicalamorous;
For me,
Romance is calamitous,
I woo and charm,
And raise some alarm,
When I try to arouse,
... By flexing my arm!
Some days its almost ridiculous,
Whatever I do,
It's frivolous!
So I dress to impress,
But I'm always despairing,
When I walk through the door,
I hear: "What are you wearing?"
They told me love was fabulous,
If you want the truth:
It's strenuous!
When I try to hit,
I always miss,
That hug I got,
...Should've been a kiss!
But if all is fair in love and war,
I should keep trying until I score,
And maybe one day I will cease to fuss,
If only I wasn't...
Polynonsensicalamorous.
Categories:
strenuous, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, lovelove,
Form:
Lyric
Music to my ears, so mellifluous
is the nightingale's song, ambiguous,
Give ear to her notes, they float on the breeze,
swirling through the air, they're tuned to appease;
I dance to her song, so mellifluous,
She's sitting somewhere, inconspicuous,
Her aria drifts down and I’m entranced,
In the stillness, her whistling sounds enhanced;
I hear her melody, mellifluous,
and I forget all my cares, strenuous,
Lost in her lilt, feeling romantical,
All I needed was Nature's canticle;
Such mellifluous strains, simply classic,
I hear the voice of God in her music.
09.18.2021
For Constance La France's ""M" contest, new poems only"
Categories:
strenuous, bird, song,
Form:
Sonnet
Ambitions slide off the tongue as quick as they race through the mind
Ambitions of wealth, fame, health, and all that are sublime
But what is not perceive as recently is the will to actually achieve
The effort, dedication, and strenuous path one takes in order to succeed
Only you know what it really takes
To create, achieve and learn through your mistakes
Ambitions are great but don’t be naive
Proclaiming and having a desiring mind is a beautiful characteristic. However, when I hear
ambitions of some and see their actions taken to achieve goals, the term “you can talk the
talk but you cant walk the talk” comes to mind. That being said, as people we have to
obtain more drive and belief that we know we can achieve and then we have to take the
arduous path of actually obtaining it. For example, learning an instrument, second language,
defeating inner demons and addictions. Overall, I leave you with you with the saying “ you
just can talk the talk but you gotta walk the talk.” Not sure I explained what I really wanted
to say but I think you get the idea. lol love and peace
Categories:
strenuous,
Form:
When the pall of gloom overcasts my mind
And at cross roads bewildered as I stand
I tell myself
This shall pass
When my mind is full of fear
And I find no single soul to share
I tell myself
This too shall pass
When darkness invades my abode
And there is not even a ray of light inside
I tell myself
This too shall pass
When my burdens weigh heavier than I can bear
And when no one around seems to care
I tell myself
This too shall pass
When storm clouds gather in the sky
And my tensions rise high
I tell myself
This too shall pass
When the road ahead stretches strenuous
And the distance makes me nervous
I tell myself
This too shall pass
When those I love and trust let me down
And look upon me with scorn and frown
I tell myself
This too shall pass
When misfortunes flow in torrent
And am caught in the eddying current
I tell myself
This too shall pass
When the cycle of seasons keep changing
Life, from sorrows to joy will surely be shifting
Let us wait for the pendulum to have its full swing
And let our hopes heavenward steadily wing!
Love will again fill the air
Doves of peace will coo in pair
The wintry chill will lose its frosty bite
Spring will come on wings like a sprite
‘‘Nevertheless, the hilltop hour
Would not be half so wonderful
Were there no dark valleys to traverse”
Helen Keller’s words resonate in my ears
Placed Second
'Hope' Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mohan Cutani
Categories:
strenuous, inspirational, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
~Authors And Writers~
( The Bell)
Authors
Love to write
Writers authors work hard
Glad when finish great book
Both just love to write
They work lots of hours
Final product is their most joyful
Reward
Writers
Work so hard
Go through strenuous process
Books can take long time
Lots of hours editing reviewing
Many changes are often made
Authors writers editors are a great
Team
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
March.04.2019
'Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.'
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The "Bell" is a poetry style created by Dorian
Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000, on September,18,2010.
Categories:
strenuous, beautiful, books, love, writing,
Form:
Free verse
Note: Following a rash of local breakins, thieves murdered two people who happened to be
at home when they entered. This event produced a lot of anxiety for me and James was
kind enough to help divert my attention by joining in this write. Many thanks to James, Tim
and Dane Ann for their support during this difficult time. -- Carolyn
A hungry gray feline sees a mouse; quickly does she pounce
Instincts come into play as jungle creatures eye their prey
Natural selection rules the vast animal kingdom
By striking fast they earn the right to live another day
We read in the papers and we watch on the news
As I look out my window, and ponder man's thoughts
What do we see, through our eyes as we view
Our ability to kill and leave one's life nought
Complicated survival games play out each strenuous day
From the frigid Arctic tundra to torrid dark jungles
Beasts on the prowl are trekking nature's intended path
Another victim falls as distant thunder rumbles
Opportunists linger as the perpetrators dare
Man stalking down dark alleys and dimly-lit streets
Confronted, accosted in criminal stare
Where the innocents in danger, generally meet
Other members of the animal kingdom have no choice
They slay only to keep themselves and their families alive
But it's man who plays the most dangerous of games
Killing for thrill, politics or greed; how can man survive?
It's the evil of man who takes what he wants
With the blade of a knife, with his terror taunts
His escalation from flint to gun
This most wonderful world in masculine haunt
If man continues to develop harsh weapons
The skies may explode in carnivorous fashion
Consuming not just one animal species, but all
Leaving angels to mourn the death of God's creations
Categories:
strenuous, life, socialanimal, dark, animal,
Form:
Quatrain
The postcard reads"Wish You Were Here"
Then I see the sea of loves wave on how
We behave... The sea waves rush and
Your surfboard gets drenched. Is this a
Dream you wonder and nothing but gushes
Of extremely salty water gives water gives
Us both a potent pinch. Your surfboard stands
High nearly touching the clear blue sky. The sun
Of sweet love has us sweating from strenuous
Activity. Oh in glee we are both surfing in the
Sea of sweet love getting soaking wet from
Below and above. The postcard reads "Come
Join Me" Then us surfing in the sea of sweet
Love will no longer be fantasy but reality.
Surfing in the sea of love drenching the
Surfboard roughing the waves that won't
Behave and that's okay. One day the postcard
Will read "What a wonderful vacation1 Y'all come
Back to love nation." Surfing in the sea of sweet
Love is a vacation to savor on any board like
Surface. Surfing in the sea of sweet love is
A dream worth having to get pinched by the
Saline waves. Surfing in the sea of sweet love
Is what is by both of us craved. Come over
Here and ride the waves, the postcard says!
Categories:
strenuous, passionsweet, sea, water, love,
Form:
Rhyme
When we undertake strenuous physical activity
first we stretch; we move our limbs around
Intense mental activity receives far less regard
we just plunge right in; sometimes drown
Categories:
strenuous, irony, people, sometimes,
Form:
Epigram
Tonight a Buffalo Hunt dance is being performed with the utmost gravitas,
its February and food supplies are grievously low,
inside the massive hide lodge a fire more intense than a woman's fury
is burning like a waterfall pouring into the wound of heaven itself,
we've all smoked ourselves into stardom and have eaten of the sacred root,
the most precious maidens of the tribe stand against the circular walls
feathers and ritual paint on their naked treasures,
rattles begin the shake of spirit nerves, slowly, regularly, hissingly,
a child of 6 years starts to skip around the fire
left arm out towards the flames, laughing at the danger,
round he goes 12 times, tossing a raven's feather into the fire as he exits,
tambourines and drums thump and chime to the strenuous yet agile dance
of the most decorated warrior who has cut off all his hair
throwing it into the agitated flames
while seatd warriors throw pine cones into the fire,
the music beats up and down the spine, I feel it in my stomach,
now the maidens, one after another go round the hungry fire
one time each, they spill birthing blood onto the perimeter of the fire
as an offering and proceed to give themselves, completely, to a tribal Elder,
the buffalo must come near now,
J.A.B.
Categories:
strenuous, adventure,
Form:
Epic
~Authors And Writers~
( The Bell)
Authors
Love to write
Writers authors work hard
Glad when finish great book
Both just love to write
They work lots of hours
Final product is their most joyful
Reward
Writers
Work so hard
Go through strenuous process
Books can take long time
Lots of hours editing reviewing
Many changes are often made
Authors writers editors are a great
Team
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
June .05.2017
- “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~Author's Notes:
The "Bell" is a poetry form or style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000, on September.18.2010.
Categories:
strenuous, beautiful, books, love, writing,
Form:
Free verse