Best Triumph Poems

As I wandered alone without a task
All around me wild flowers sprang forth
My face a sad contorted mask

Of emotionless strife since birth
My eyelids closed against the day
Enjoying the fall of darkness on my Earth

The sun tried to spread its ray
The sweet smelling fruit kissed my...

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As darkness covers moonlit night
stubbornness of will tracks the light-- 
and climbs upon iced mountain top, 
so near to fall, so quick flakes drop. 
 
This sense of pride now goes astray
while new lunar moon guides the way;
and as stars circle winter- air, 
I choose...

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He is her knight in shining armor in all angles and sight…

He has all the courage to go and ask her hand,
From the woman’s father who’s well-known as a noble man;
Words of humiliations, he...

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Triumph of God’s love* gripped me amidst apathy’s attack

Reigning over guilt, it loosened my distress-burdened back

Incredibly conquering my heart with peace-pardon pack…

Upon His mercy’s throne, He offered me His grace of no lack

Meeting so divine when I trusted Him along faith-track

Propped by His great compassion,...

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Bouncing up with gratitude
my heart leaps midst jubilant beat
rising to praise God* for His blessings
overtaking me this New Year.

Propelled by the Holy Ghost
my faith strides steadfastly
ascending along trust’s push
to triumph midst obstacles.

Advancing the Saviour’s kingdom
my spirit promotes righteousness
surmounting hatred with His forgiveness
gripped by love’s transforming...

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Sitting in the waiting room in pre-op,
weight and height taken,
filling out a two-page form,
your hand trembling with age.

A history of a long life,
the body betraying the best years—
the Golden Years, where time moves slower.

The neck that needs physio,
the knee throbbing after hours on your feet,
the...

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Into my general path with a low voice.
Included are profound love and rejoice.
There will certainly be no lyrical illusion.
Simply a breathtaking, supple inclusion.

In the same vein as a delectable sweet.
She brings joy and a soft, cherished beet.
This involvement encapsulates her well.
In the bliss of my...

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In an era long since passed, an Oriental carpet adorning the 
floor from far off lands seems to object to the
leopard skin beneath a fair maiden’s feet, yet this English lass 
seems oblivious as she stares blankly at the floor 
in deep contemplation of her...

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BLACK: A TRIUMPH WITHOUT FEAR

Black is beautiful but being black: somewhat painful...
Teased and excluded by a state of mind from some fools
Tattered roads are the ways our forefathers trod
as before, skin color other than white isn't cool.

Black for some is a sewn gown that women...

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A minor setback 
Can either bury your dreams
Or bring light to them...

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The drum is sounding
From Queens in New York
Stretching to the horns of America
And the horns of Africa
Hear them applause
They call it the Trump drum of triumph
I sat on my chair of reeds
And looked towards north America
O, Horns of America!
Send your messengers across the pacific and...

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Love is blind in the most peculiar way
Since some cannot see the obvious in front of them
 And they often stay.
Or the anguish of a torn soul; existing in a shell 
Beat down to the core, though most couldn’t tell.
The invisible shards of a heart,...

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No
Succumb
To adverse 
Events that teach
To be more wise and selective in life











Example For Victim Or Victor Contest
September 10, 2016...

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At last, by night, that tarries late,
they hurry home, to Father's rage,
without a chance to plot their way.
The floodgates fail, as the young miss cries.

A handsome lad, pleads with his eyes,
while telling tales, of how and why
their carriage failed, with strokes of luck
which stuck them...

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The Monsters Come


Every morn, the monsters come.
They come to attack my day.
Every morn it’s the same,
and every day, they strive away.

The skeletons from closets scream,
while vampires claw from crypts.
They draw and draw until I am spent.
Every day they come. The Monsters come.

Ghosts of words unsaid,
and...

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