Best Willpower Poems
My voice is weak, my hand falters
as I attempt to speak of my Father.
Each night sleep takes me,
then truth awakes me –
my Dad is gone, now dead.
My heart hears this from my head.
Wrapped in numbness, walking in nothingness,
I search for his presence.
The chain’s now broken, its brightest link gone.
My Dad was security and so mentally strong.
His mind quick, his wit sharp,
he always inspired my young heart.
Pleasing my Father was to lasso the sun.
In him my pride was first begun.
I picture his hands, legs and arms –
my protector from harm;
wisdom was his voice,
comforting his every choice,
willpower his motto, sureness his step.
He was a man of incredible depth.
Knowing I am my Father’s daughter
is a thought to be tenderly kept.
His final, “I love you” words,
the most emotion I’ve heard yet.
I will miss you, Daddy.
Now and forever, naught will I forget.
I’ll see you each sunrise,
mourn you each sunset.
Images crash around me,
I’d have it no other way
Than your memory with
me each and every day.
I Want, But Don't Need
Yes, "I Want, But Don't Need" is my waistwatcher creed
as I walk by each vending machine.
All those chocolate chips calling out to my hips,
colored Reese's in pieces - obscene!
Will willpower surmount the cholesterol count
of PayDays or some Rice Krispie Treats?
Can I even forsake the caloric intake
of LifeSavers, the smallest of sweets?
Yummy Snickers and Kit-Kats, peanut M&Ms,
with three flavors of Hostess fruit pie,
I am hoping my brain simply vetoes
the Cheetos, Doritos, and Fritos, oh my!
Dare I ponder the truth of the harm Baby Ruth
will inflict on my belly's increase?
Soon my sweet tooth will bargain with riveting jargon,
"Please buy it, I'll just eat a piece!
Then there's Hershey's and Twix, and six kinds of trail mix.
And the drinks! Pepsi, Root beer, and Coke,
Dr. Pepper, YooHoo, Orange Crush, Mt. Dew
render new resolutions a joke.
Then two hours post-lunch, there's that nice Nestle Crunch
overwhelming my stoic resolve,
And the Heath bars and Dove bars and Clark bars and Mars bars
enticing my will to dissolve.
I am one of those hoarders of nickels and quarters -
should ever the munchies catch fire.
Self-control starts to fail when those Oreos hail,
calling out to my carnal desire.
In a fog, I hear clinking of coins, with lights blinking
then eating and drinking. No sorrow!
For I just HAD to buy it, the heck with my diet -
"Whole 30" can just start tomorrow!
What's the hardest thing to do?
It all comes down to life and you.
Lest you find your self controlled,
Learn to harness will, behold.
Power to choose within your soul,
Overcome and destroy control.
With your mind you can achieve,
Endure through, you must believe.
Resist temptation, prepare celebration.
will is broken down
by stray sneaky give-in sways
tighten the bylines
Cast me down, obstruct my ways.
Throw me down, into a maze.
Supress my ideas and my notions,
Let it be a complete commotion.
Dissuade me from trying!
Still baby, you can’t stop me from flying!
Just know that!
I’ll will, I’ll win, I’ll win….
Yeah…. I know I’ll win, i'll win, i'll win!
Look into my eyes, the spark is so bright.
My commitment and dedication,
My work is characterized by precision,
And a sedulous attention.
Hey, I don’t give up baby, I don’t quit!
For, I am a ball of fire!
I know, I am a survivor!
So, don’t just think, you’ll see me retire.
Coz I know! Yes, I know that,
I am born to win.
No matter what, how fast is the spin.
Get it to your head that,
I’ll win, I’ll win, I’ll win
Yeah, I’ll win, I’ll win, I’ll win.
Leftover Willpower
David J Walker
I know
I know
What I said last night
After the last bite of
Turkey and dressing and
Cranberry sauce and
Pumpkin pie
That I
Would never eat again
At least, not this much
So much
That it stretched my belly to
New dimensions forcing me to
Unbutton the waistband of my
Khaki dress slacks
I know
I know
How good it all was
and yet how
Bad for me at the same time
And how I fell asleep in the
Recliner watching reruns of
“It’s a Wonderful Life”
And the morning after
When I cannot think of putting
Any more food in my mouth
Somewhere in the back of my head
Hatches a plan for later
Sliders
Maybe one
Reheated roll with
Turkey and dressing and
Cranberry sauce
Small Sliders
Maybe two
Just two
No more
But surely not three
Would you think it profane to
Curse the names of every Pilgrim
Who landed on Plymouth Rock?
The bane of my weakening
Leftover willpower
IT’s ALL THEIR FAULT!
This has to be one of the most common queries:
Why does food that tastes good have too many calories?
Just about anything that has a pleasant taste
adds additional centimeters to my waist.
No matter what the time of the hour,
I become a victim of diminished willpower.
Before I know it, I am opening my refrigerator.
I look for any kind of hunger eliminator.
Have you ever seen them throw trash into an incinerator?
I consume many more calories than I can burn.
This appears to be a lesson I am too incorrigible to learn.
Inspired by another members poem.
Those who will
won't say won't
They will say will
won't they
Those who won't
won't say will
They will say won't
won't they
The cheesecake in the bakery I want to devour,
dag-gone my crumbling willpower!
It's cherry topping so high,
makes me want to cry.
I walk on past the candy aisle,
and gaze at the cereal shelves awhile.
Euell Gibbon's "sticks and pebbles"
Grape Nuts brand-
that kind of breakfast I cannot stand.
Give me a cupcake piled with frosting,
never mind, the "guilt calisthenics"
afterwards would be exhausting!
Stepping on the scale I hate,
I'd much prefer Kit Harington was my date,
yes, that's quite a fantasy,
so bugger off- I'm in my sixties!
My slim grandchildren eat like lumberjacks,
I gain easily, my metabolism is wack,
their ice cream consumption is legendary,
as I scowl eating yogurt and boysenberries.
If there is a monument somewhere for us
who try to lose weight,
before they engrave my name on, do hesitate,
as I'm hiding in my room and munching
in the dark,
peanut butter patties Girl Scout cookies-
but don't give me any snark!
My willpower took a leap
Way down low and very deep
And stayed there refusing to
Come out when I'm close to you
My dark side has taken over
As you slide in really closer
Causing goosebumps on my skin
I need my power back again
But its letting you do what
You want to as it is shut
So far sown inside of me
I have given up the plea
Not to let my heart get stolen
It's to late and now its swollen
With each touch and kiss you share
It is more than I can bear
Now I melt like heated butter
Cause I wouldn't want no other
Lover to make me feel
This alive and help e heal
With seven words to get me through
"I'll always be here for you"
In his hey days of youth
defying all obstacles
fiercely independent
reaping honors
medals and awards
he went beyond
further than most men
with sheer willpower
determination
till suddenly...
stealth and unforeseen
crept in time
the twilight
of bygone days
like a veil dropping
a hush circling
a mist rolling in
a fog growing denser
around his world
discreetly hovering
slowly closing in
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
In this journey called life, heed my plea,
And guard against this demon of misery
Beware of its insidious touch, subtle and sly,
For it steals the fire that makes our spirits fly.
A false sense of comfort, safe and securely rest,
Bombarded by routines, a false sense of what's best.
Yet in this state, dreams begin to fade,
Passion dwindles like a broken blade.
So easily it will creep and quickly sneaks in,
And quietly settling like whispers of the wind.
It will dull our minds and numb our hearts,
Leaving us adrift and devoid of various parts.
But it's only in striving and pushing beyond,
That we will find the melody of a beautiful song.
As it will shackle our minds until limits we reach,
While ambition dwindles and ignites souls to breach.
Let us now battle this foe with fierce desire,
And rekindle our spirit, setting it on fire.
Embrace the challenges that lie so purposefully ahead,
And with each step forward, let our passion be fed.
For we must fight against this common foe's hold,
As our potential blossoms and our stories unfold.
We must become warriors fierce, bold and strong,
Embracing our growth forever and dare to move along.
So guard against complacency every creed and age,
And let not its grasp heap fire on your soul in a rage.
Seek out the unknown and find every uncharted terrain,
And watch your dreams come alive as your spirit rise from the stain.
binary self-will
I could never quite do it
leaving escape clause
in analogue equation
go with 1, just once, all-in
I ask for all the pain,
My potential is bound in the chain,
I ask for all the struggle,
My wings caught in rubble.
I ask for all the tears,
More than my eyes bears,
I ask for all the challenges,
In silence my mind plunges.
I ask you to break my will,
At the bottom of the hill I lay still,
But I will make sure to rise,
For my dreams, I want to realise.
IN AND OF WILLPOWER
Yes, strong willpower
Is a great thing;
But what is willed,
Requires much work
In order to be attained:-
And such work demands creativity,
And truth of the heart and the brain:-
Finally, if such is truly to be fulfilled,
It must indeed be, of God’s holy will:-