Best Uphill Battle Poems
She is a loving mother,
her pain is like no other.
Kids taken all at once away.
A price too steep to have to pay.
Holds her head up high,
when all she wants to do is die.
She thinks her pain is masked,
but as you see, its no easy task.
She's strong and still fights,
even when they say she has no rights.
She dreams of seeing her kids,
trying hard to keep the pain hid.
She goes to court and really fights,
only to come home alone and cry at night.
Still, she continues this uphill battle.
Her confidence, they constantly rattle.
Goes to work and tries to smile,
as her heart is breaking all the while.
Wish I was a much better sister,
who called and let her know I missed her.
I had my own tumultuous issues,
it was she who really needed the tissues.
I just had a crappy, low life man.
By her side her family should stand.
Instead they all give her grief.
Do they not see her pain will never be brief?
No, they all say they are sorry, but they're full of lies.
Didn't they know it was her LIFE in demise?
A better sister, I'll try to be.
Her back she never turned to me.
I hope she knows she's loved and cared for.
Her smile I'd like to see more.
I know that's no easy task.
But that I will still ask.
As they push her to the brink,
She's stronger than she ever thinks.
A combined effort for Kristy.....
Success is counted sweetest by those
Who never tasted victory's rose
For they know the struggle and the pain
The uphill battle they fought in vain..
They strive and strive with all their might
But somehow always miss the sight
Of the finish line, of the prize
Leaving them with tears in their eyes,
Yet still they try, again and again
Hoping that someday they'll attain
The glory that the winners boast
And the satisfaction they cherish most
But in their hearts they know the truth
That success is sweeter to those who lose
For they understand the cost it takes
To achieve what everyone else makes
So let them hold on to their dreams
And cherish the struggle, so it seems
For in the end, they'll realize
That it's the journey that makes it all worthwhile..
Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change
People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.
People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names
The list could go on
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou,
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew
George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise
Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X,
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle,
But obviously greatness can be done.
We can rise above this stigma
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine
Take life for an escalator
Go both through its ups
and downs
Ride it like on an elevator
Expect both smiles and
frowns.
Take life for a suspense
novel
you and I unaware what
the next day will hold
Meditate and muse, or
this book of life just
peruse
Pore over it to watch
life's mysteries unfold.
Take life for the open sea
But pray drown not
yourself in it
lest you lose sight of
God's shore
and thereby lose all
spiritual wit.
Take life for a candle,
let its glow illumine
others too
and in each and every of
its flicker
Try finding a hint or clue
Each soul's life unique as
mazes of one's
thumbprint
And usually for many
life's quite an uphill battle
At times sweet as
molasses, at times bitter
as mint
and life's roller coaster
shakes you like a rattle.
If you let yourself be intoxicated by life
Be prepared for the hangovers
Better taste of the goblet of life
making right choices like wine conneisseurs
Life tis like the rise and
fall of notes
Consoling to find people
in the same boats
Ah on life you can find a
zillion quotes.
Thus ponder over your
life and reflect
how good you've been
to it
and not just how it's
been treating you
Veer around the pit, and
keep your path lit
for darkness of the soul
is for you unfit.
Navigate life's seas with trust in God's plan
Without trust you'll be stuck
too long in earthly ties and clan...
"You can never cross the ocean until you have
the courage to lose sight of the shore." ~ Christopher Columbus
My life as I see it wasn’t easy, but I didn’t have it that rough,
I got my share of breaks, but it was virtually an uphill fight,
There were nights when the moon shirked its duties and the stars, too afraid to shine, left me in frightening solitude,
Days where life was so grand, I walked with the magnanimous rays of the sun on my right shoulder, and with the girl of my every dream and fantasy’s head on the other,
I lost many races taking shortcuts that took me the long way, but illustrated scenery that taught me the true essence of beauty and enriched my life,
I gained lifelong priceless friendships over the years that cost me nearly everything, some of those relationships, in the end, did in fact revealed their worth,
My heart chased women too fast for it, which made it strong and healthy to love the woman it was meant for –but in the end that too failed…..
I missed out on life changing chances which set the conditions for opportunities that changed my life, though a couple I should have left knocking,
Nine out of ten times I chose righteousness over evil, even when that decision hurt, cost, or made me uncomfortable or unpopular…
The tenth time was usually exciting and fun, but made me a loser in the end
I found joy in some of the weirdest places to include travail and sorrow, but managed to rescue both anguish and tribulation from the clutches of the most perfect situation,
I never loved out of convenience, hated because it was expected, or inspired others to do either
I’ve had some amazing victories that were miracles, but I’ve also squandered away huge leads in heart breaking defeats…
Not to mention times I’ve managed to limp away from draws with feelings of both relief and bitterness
I’ve fought an uphill battle, but I caught some breaks,
I didn’t have it too tough, but my life as I see it –it wasn’t too easy either
Written in Afghanistan -4 AUG 2013
Living Life Day by Day
I tend to live life day by day,
I always have it's just my way.
Things have been rough for many years,
along the way I've shed many tears.
My life has always been an uphill battle,
it makes it hard to stay in the saddle.
My MOM and best friend passed away in 2002,
since she's been gone I'm not sure what to do.
Friends from poetry soup have gone out of their way,
if it wasn't for their help I might not be here today.
Now all I can do is live life day by day,
like I said it's just my way.
COLLEEN MARIE BONO
Each day I spend a little time with my friend Sisyphus in the morning,
He tries his best to give me advice or at least to offer up a warning.
He can tell by the way I work that sometimes I spin my wheels,
Trying hard to get somewhere and he knows exactly how it feels.
The harder you push to get something done the bigger the task becomes,
Until it’s nearly impossible to get it right and you feel like you’re all thumbs.
He tells me just to do my best and to keep my nose pressed to the stone,
And try to remember that there’re others in the race and I am not alone.
Then he wishes me well and tells me he has an uphill battle to fight,
And as long as he isn’t flattened by the rock he thinks he’ll be alright.
Sometimes I listen to him and to the things that he has to say,
But other times I stop to think that there must be a better way.
Because if all there is to living is to go to work and each day grow a little older,
Then you’ve missed the point and you’ve already been flattened by the boulder.
So I look for things that bring me joy and add them to my day,
And eventually those little bits of color block out the shades of gray.
East St. Louis, IL
City of Champs
A city with untapped potential and mountains of hope,
A people with great dreams, reaching forward
Looking for ways to manage and cope.
From the outside looking in, it doesn’t appear to be much
Enduring and standing through a lifetime of corruption,
Protected and sustained by God’s merciful & everlasting touch.
Stricken by drugs, crime, violence, and generational poverty,
Financial, social, mental, emotional, circumstantial,
Those are the outcomes that we see.
A lost cause to most, a scapegoat for many, overlooked by some
Except those who live and walk the streets
Experience success and proud to proclaim where they are from!
Each new generation fighting to overcome the mistakes of the last,
Losing an uphill battle, yet we manage to survive,
Eager to provide hope for the future and honor the warriors of the past.
-Poetic Love 10/8/10
My heart is pounding in my chest real loud
The moment we met eye to eye in a crowd
Expressing myself in bizarre ways you don't understand
Obsessing with the past and I've lost my head in a long lost land
Mere frustration,
Taking advantage of me
Kill lamentation...
Rubble of trouble
Is what I tread on these days
I'm a grief puddle
Try to change me
Be careful, I might bite
I wanna be a part of your nightmares and haunt you with spooky glee
I might explode
Don't try my patience
Fighting an uphill battle
Racing with a thousand cattle
I'm not a good blood anymore
You are the mysterious island I explore
Speechless all the time
It's distressing honestly
Collecting gross grime
Forgiveness I need
I pray for humility
To get rid of greed
I cross my heart and I pray to God I'll be with you as long as I live
You keep telling me your insecurities and downfalls...and I'm submissive
I wear you in my memory like a tattoo on rough skin
Stay with me forever, I don't want this night to end - you're my friend and kin
I died a thousand times, trying to figure out my purpose in life
Tragedy in reverse cuts me like a jagged knife...tearing me into pieces of misery and strife
I need your sympathy and your inspiration right now
Life ain't easy, I get it, but I'm falling apart somehow
I look at you and you are the desire fire that begins to burn
Forgiveness is what you give me in return...I watch my oceans of tears churn
Is it my turn to be by your side when you're fading away?
You and I are drifting into our mindless fantasy
Faith and praise I owe
To God Most High, my Father
Who has gracious glow
Neglecting His Word -
I'm sorry I was in vain
I'm a caged-up bird
Diligence in prayer -
Haven't accomplished it yet
Angry...in error...
You walked away
You vanished suddenly
I lost the race today
Slowly, recharging my bravery
I didn't mean to start a riot
Compared to you, I'm nothing special
You were the warrior that was fought
While you're on your journey, I'll be standing tall
Pound to the rhythm of my heart
Pound to the rhythm
Pound to the rhythm of my heart
Trying to forget the shadows of you,
Deeling with fealings out of the blue
Deeling with fealings that are revealing my true colors...
My wild, reckless natures...it's hard to find emotional cures
Today, I am starting anew
Yesterday was an uphill battle
But it build my character
Yesterday, I cried
But I also had time to smile
with the knowledge that my tears
Were not in vain
I released my fear
I also released my dependence
Today might be an ordinary day
But I thank God for the tears I cried, yesterday...
Judgments of deception plagued my mind,
Following an artificial shadow with no hope.
Having problems from cognitive growth,
Learning was considered a form of witchcraft.
No intentions of committing remorseful acts,
Yet sinned horribly with clouded viewpoints.
Jinxed by the demons of mental illnesses,
Leading to the wicked curse of addiction.
Due to the unpreparedness at the legal age,
The real world ate me alive during adulthood.
Climbing an uphill battle to conquer problems,
The first step needed to start with exploration.
Reaching the highest mountains to find potential,
Recognizing my personality through discovery.
Acceptance from pure identity led to happiness,
Now traveling a path of my own choosing.
Life is an uphill battle
No credit only blame
You play the cards they hand you
But there’s no meaning to the game
The rock rolls down upon you
And you try and you try again
As you justify existence
To live in the world of men
Oh, Krakatoa
Raining down on me
Oh, Krakatoa
You size up situations
Dig your trenches and hunker in
Wear your machine gun bullet halo
As if you had a chance to win
But in the country of your spirit,
You’re awaiting deportation
Still, your wet eyes greet the morning light
In stagnant celebration
The anvil of your calling
Keeps pressing for response
As the blacksmith strikes the molten mash
Amid your veil of sparks
And it seems like you’ve been bent this way
For a hundred-thousand years
With the peoples of antiquity
Who learned to explain their fears –
Oh, Krakatoa
Raining down on me
Oh, Krakatoa
It's when aristocracy begins to feel like a mid-uphill battle
It's when the armageddon features evil on both sides
and,
the good are speculating from the auditorium
It's when a 10year old is ducking depleted uranium in Benghazi
It's the bicentennial brainwash that is rapidly depopulating the black community,
It's the fake pastors leading the blind
It's the bloodshed in Raqqa that features berserk jihadists
It's the human traffickings increasing the traffic on the offramp to hell
It's that uno blunder that results in millions bearing a thunder
It's the bogeyman in a tuxedo you voted for stealing away dreams that he sold you.
It's when your future is decided in a one page boustrophedon
It's the bushveld your forefathers were massacred for that you don't have the papers to occupy that continues enriching the man you're working for
Another piece of land sold!
It can't be a rainbow nation with a camouflaged sincerity shaking hands with the devil that's pleading for your votes momentarily
It's another puppet in the whitehouse raising hell and forfeiting heaven.
I had to analyze it properly to see who the "holy bible" really benefits
It's the difference between a peacekeeper and a peacemaker,
It takes peace being present to keep it but little children are starving and homeless because of an American airstrike claiming to fight terrorism that they birthed
It's being an illegal human being because that's the true definition of an African American,
It's the young teenager popping xanax for a deadbeat euphoria
It's the disintegrated city of Mosul and obliterated future for millions of infants
When evil is an obligation they program your mind into denying intuition
It's all about control!
It's an Mk ultra anniversary
It's the disinclination to grant you freedom
Because you can't be free if you aren't a free thinker
It's the trend they sponsor that further demoralizes the black youth that you see your idols promoting
It's the creative freedom you lose once you become a marketing plan.
It's the literature they don't promote the reason you think this is too long to read that actually educates you
I'm offering you this disillusion to share with those in the same dungeon of thought you just escaped from after reading this.
Peace!
Girl child born post WWII,
always an uphill battle
killed a Barbie doll or 2!
Tried to show them I was as good as a BOY!
Stars and Stripes in their eyes
Worked for peace but war brought what they prized?
For war you need boy toys.
Civil rights YES, you bet, all God’s children should be free.
Worked all my life to help others,
hopefully it also helped me.
*If You’re Not Part of the Solution You’re Part of the Problem”
Eldridge Cleaver /Soul on Ice
It All Started May 2, 1975
The Day This Man
Took This Woman
To Be His Lawfully Wedded Wife
They Saw Their Share Of Struggles,Grief, Hardships,and Strife
But Hand In Hand
They Faced The World
Together
This Man And His Wife
The Cards Were Stacked Against Them
An Uphill Battle It Often Seemed
They Did Not Have A Fairytale
But In The End
Love Would Prevail
Between This Woman And This Man
Thirty Years They Shared Together
For Richer Or For Poorer
In Sickness And In Health
In Good Times And In Bad
Before This Man Would Pass Away
Right In Front Of His Wife
How Would This Woman Go On
Not Knowing What To Do
How To Make A Single Cup Of Coffee
Or Just One Plate Of Food
How Could She Bare Waking Up To An Empty Room
She Grieved Tirelessly
She Often Questioned Why
Why She Had Been Left Behind
This Woman Who For Thirty Years
Had Been This Man's Wife
She Had To Find Her Strength Within
And Her Will To Go On
She Had To Comfort Her Children
And Learn To Lean On God
Although She Never Stopped Loving This Man
Eventually
She Would Find Peace
Though It Was Not Easy
She Learned To Live Life Without Him
Though It Was Never Part Of The Plan
On That Day In Early May of 1975
When These Two Were Wed
This Man And His Wife
Sometimes Things Will Happen
Even Though We Did Not Plan
Things We Can Not Fathom
Things We Will Never Understand
The Time Came
Two Short Years Later
When The Doctors Came
And Told This Woman
We Are Sorry
It Is CANCER
Now The Children
Of This Man And His Wife
Would Have To Find Their Own Answers
With No Parents Their To Guide Them
Give Them Comfort
Or Advice
They Would Be Left With Their Own Questions
Of How...
And WHY...
In Loving Memory of My Mom and Dad- Tiffany Abbott