Best Work Through Poems
The Need for Practice (Revised-Ha!)
Loving yourself is the birth of romance,
Dancing alone is still dance,
Practicing augments one’s courage to try
Failure at worst brings a sigh!
Athletes learn early the secret of gain,
Find they can work through most pain,
Who cares in time they will likely get beat,
Masters of neighborhood's street!
Victory - Good friend (of those who don’t quit),
Ludicrous (plans to outwit),
Golden ideas are flags you’ve unfurled
Practice your gifts for the world.
Digging deep, failures uncover your gold,
Teachers are rarely so bold,
No one can ever say what you should do...
Treasure's what's buried in you!
Long Tooth
August 9, 2016
Categories:
work through, journey, life,
Form:
Rhyme
You are what you do
What you do becomes you
When you think you can't do it
Work through it; you'll do it
Then your confidence grows
The path of doing you chose
Your 'You's' in new clothes
Categories:
work through, confidence, identity, motivation,
Form:
Couplet
If I say I love you today
It doesn't mean I will love you
A little less
If you falter tomorrow
Don't hide behind the truth you think I can handle
Trust me enough to know I can handle your worst
Even if I can't;
Give me the chance to decide for myself
I might find a way to work through it
Instead of you being the primary decision maker
When we started this voyage
There were no guarantees
No signs that indicated
Smooth sailing
Every moment in our lives
Are painted with curves
The crooked lines can make you stronger
Or it can show you what to work on
Just don't pretend everything is perfect
One day the art of pretence
Will fight with reality
And that battle might in the end
Break everything you tried to keep together
©135714052015
Categories:
work through, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
We’ve had our differences in the past,
But I always tried to work through them.
We’ve had our little fights before,
But I always said sorry.
We’ve had our disagreements previously,
But I always saw your side.
Well I’m done!
I’m done working through them.
I’m done saying sorry!
I’m done seeing your side.
I’m done with all of your negativity.
I’ve tried to be friends,
On more then one occasion.
I’ve tried to nice,
But now I don’t have the patience.
I’ve tried to just let things go,
And just have fun.
I’ve tried to ignore it,
But now I’m done!
I’m done working through them.
I’m done saying sorry!
I’m done seeing your side.
I’m done with all of your negativity.
Now that I’ve cut you loose,
I feel free.
Now that I’m through,
I feel happy .
Now that I’m done with you,
I feel like me.
I’m done working through them.
I’m done saying sorry!
I’m done seeing your side.
I’m done with all of your negativity.
When you regret your choices,
I want you to remember this.
I’m done with you,
And there is nothing I’m going to miss.
I’m done trusting you,
Cause I always get screwed.
I’m done believing you,
Cause it always ends in a feud.
I’m simply just done,
With you!
I’m done working through them.
I’m done saying sorry!
I’m done seeing your side.
I’m done with all of your negativity.
Just thought I would let you know,
I’m done!
Categories:
work through, confusion, friendship, loss, teen
Form:
Rhyme
A tradesman’s son and temple secrets die
in sixty nine years, never knowing why.
Contempt delivered their first child perfect,
your childhood gauntlet galvanized neglect.
A mother’s son and her abuse still lie
in sixty nine years, never knowing why.
Too something when her final moments came.
Without confession laid to rest the same.
So was it from the bosom or the flame
the day you heard her call your name?
Consistent honor you bestowed on them,
corollas shredded by thorns on the stem.
Forgiveness took away the rage and strife.
I saw in you, The Way, The Truth, The Life.
With mind and humor, your genetic gifts.
Denatured strands surrendered protein fifths.
All needs provider who was always there.
Divine command parental judgement fair.
Devout corrections laid by word or hand
within a dying culture’s screams withstand.
Alone in Scripture’s cords you did demand
of God’s own virtue, I was taught to stand.
Around your house, collect and to revive
those things of a past that keep you alive.
In every dream that keeps you coming back,
contorts the dawn and colors out from black.
For just a moment, it’s time they defy,
recasts the morning of our last goodbye.
To take a final look and to work through
regrets till each tear welcomes a thank you
When given no tomorrow to be sown,
has sin become the marrow of the bone?
Eternal light now nothing left unknown,
divergent gateways from the triune throne.
The flesh, the bone, to bits, to grit, to ash.
The fires refine the gold and purge the trash.
A common trust in blood for us he died,
to keep our spirits, Hell to be denied.
Forgotten wages slowly turn a knife,
see you again, The Way, The Truth, The Life.
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Form: Iambic Pentameter
Written: 06.13.19 – 06.14.19
Contest: Move Me
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Categories:
work through, bible, childhood, christian, faith,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Yo, how long has it been since you quit trying?
Or perhaps your your self-assurance is cooled and drying.
Maybe it is your arrogance that's fortifying
Your state of mind that's forever verifying.
Self-reliance and discretion in latitude,
Confidential secrets kept in gratitude.
Our laziness is a companion to platitude;
Of course we all know it's really an attitude.
So where do you go from here to appreciate
Lessons of objective differentiate?
Making the changes to complete your self-portrait,
Faith and belief reconstruct, reconciliate.
Temerity must fall by the wayside while you persue
Those things given to provide discression to you.
Tact, talent, trust, and truth are the tools we use to work through
Order and procedures that program anew.
Seeing the bigger picture creates flexibility
Thinking carefully opens avenues of discernability.
Your new state of mind, simply served with humility
Shows what fun life can be when you re-think your ability.
Categories:
work through, friendship, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form:
April 15 Scripture Meditations Based on Nehemiah 9-11
Key Verse – Nehemiah 9:7 Thou art the LORD the God, who didst choose Abram, and broughtest him forth out of Ur of the Chaldees, and gavest him the name of Abraham.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR CHOOSING ME
Thank You for choosing me toward sin-separation
Allowing me to admit my iniquities before You with sincere consecration
Letting Your forgiveness work through my repentant confession
So I can forsake abomination-corruption’s transgression.
Thank You for choosing me toward law-book reading
Allowing me to seek Your will with Your leading
Letting Your Spirit enlighten my understanding
So I can vanquish allurements that cause my backsliding.
Thank You for choosing me toward praise-worship
Allowing me to delight in Your warm fellowship
Letting Your presence revive my prayer-relationship
So I can progress in Your entrusted stewardship.
Thank You for choosing me toward covenant-faithfulness
Allowing me to exercise diligence within Your pledged goodness
Letting Your promises uphold my vow-fulfillment’s steadfastness
So I can continue in doing Your assigned tasks with my joyful willingness.
Thank You for choosing me toward service-performance
Allowing me to sacrifice by Your gracious guidance
Letting Your power move my labour of patient endurance
So I can bear fruits by Your productiveness-assurance.
Thank You for choosing me toward kingdom-advancement
Allowing me to show Your ready pardon and merciful ways’ involvement
Letting Your kindness inspire my testimony’s commitment
So I can minister well while obeying Your commandment.
April 14, 2022
Categories:
work through, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
We started having so much fun together.
Being side by side all the time is not always better.
All these different issues I have leave me edgy.
With so many thoughts and feelings, I might not be ready.
No matter how hard you try, you can't change me.
This is something I must do myself, I hope you will agree.
Hoping you will always have the patience to be by my side
Cuz the road I must travel is going to be a bumpy ride.
Many life changing things I have in my past.
Happened one after another and all fast.
I never had a chance to work through the hardest one.
I gave up trying when my world no longer spun.
Maybe that's what brought all this evilness my way.
Attracting so much wrong doing in my life to stay.
Someday it will change, I will have my moods in control.
Be patient, all I need is time to soothe my soul.
Categories:
work through, anger, anxiety, depression, grief,
Form:
Rhyme
I dreamt a dream of dreamy flight
A dream that swept me with delight
Dreaming inside a dream just might
Allow dreams to succumb their height
Dear dream maker keep off the light
I hate to wake from dreams at night
Sandman comes to tire my sight
Nourish foreboding dreams so right
Subconscious dreams work through life's plight~
Categories:
work through, happiness, imagination, peace, upliftingdream,
Form:
Rhyme
Love is the commitment based on respect
To forge an alliance in ways abstract
When two hearts unite as life's architect
Their souls intertwine by a karmic pact
Knitting the fabric of their daily life
Blissful togetherness its foundation
Nurturing exchanges devoid of strife
Each other the object of affection
Unblemished trust is the almighty glue
The strength to surmount any obstacle
Promise to be loyal faithful and true
Protecting fiercely our inner circle
Sometimes we're needing to work through baggage
To heal within a small child with damage
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on March 2, 2019 for contest WHAT IS LOVE sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
Categories:
work through, devotion, faith, integrity, marriage,
Form:
Sonnet
When we find love broken spinning out of control
Effecting our minds and taking its toll
It's a clear sign our tank is too full
Knowing yourself well enough to make it rule
To fix the problem because we have the only tool
This leaves no chance that later we will feel like a fool
Realizing that something is broken before it becomes cruel
When we share an amazing love with another
It can have a lasting effect on what we discover
When it involves your friend and lover
Take your time to work through it as you hover
Because true love never takes time to recover
It just exists in our lives day after day by sharing
When we show one another what we are like caring
It's important to always keep our focus bearing
When we are not in the right place swearing
Then it's impossible to look back to erase
The look on your partners face
When you no longer feel their loving embrace
Knowing how our feelings work inside
Can have a lasting effect on whom we confide
If we are not willing to address them they will collide
Causing our feelings and emotions to want to hide
Taking the powerful things about love's high
That gets us up each day wanting to kiss the sky
Knowing we have a love that floats like a butterfly
Not memories of one that makes you want to cry
As you find yourself looking back saying goodbye
To the love that once filled your eyes
Categories:
work through, dedication, deep, devotion, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
Buffed out as though with emery;
Alzheimer's stole your memory.
And you sit in your chair and gaze;
lost in a perpetual haze.
You aren't in pain, but don't look well:
for you're, little more than a shell.
And when I touch you, you pull back;
as if fending off an attack.
How horrible to be confined;
essentially trapped in one's mind.
And although I wish it weren't so:
love only adds to my sorrow.
Dementia's something we'll work through,
for I'll never abandon you.
And when you breathe your final breath:
my tears will pierce the heart of Death.
Categories:
work through, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
I walked on stones
I could feel them beneath my feet
The present moment slipped away
As if nothing is concrete
I felt I was in a daze
Caught in a trap time created
Where were the answers?
In all that has been slated?
So much work through the years
A goal not many understood
Filters slowly through my mind
If I could explain, I would
The complexity of life has no limits
Puzzles, many puzzles left incomplete
Memories pass by in many pieces
Scattered like stones, on the side of the street
Heidi Sands
6/5/18
Categories:
work through, introspection, life, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
Goodbye to Sunday, Today is Monday
So I switch to auto-drive.
It’s a cold, grey steel-edged dawn
And I curse the fates that I was ever born
As I head off to work with my face down-drawn
And shout a goodbye to my wife.
It’s a cold grey, spitting day.
So I stay on auto-drive
I check my watch at the factory gate.
It tells me I’m ten minutes late.
There’s no time to even contemplate
That someone’s having the time of my life.
Every day goes this way
So I stay on auto-drive
I clock in and clock out. I’m left in no doubt
Someone’s having the time of my life.
I work through the days in a robotic daze.
How else am I supposed to survive
When from Monday to Friday, no day is my day?
I’m just the boss’ from nine-to-five.
Then at night the television shows me a vision
Of a world that’s been so contrived
That I know when I own all the things I’ve been shown
I finally will have arrived.
I live for the weekends when being with my friends
Is the only time I feel alive.
I’ll give up one day but it’s once again Monday
So I’m back on to auto-drive.
There’s no use moaning; It’s just Monday morning
And the cold dawn cuts like a knife.
© Barry Freeman - January 2003
Categories:
work through, work,
Form:
Verse
Your governments throw your money to war,
But they have yet to even feed our poor.
Our roads are going to rack and ruin
But politicians cannot see what needs doing
They jump to fight the crimes of foreign states,
Whilst the crime at home reaches dire straits
They fly to fight for oils and earthly wealth,
While their own brothers wither through poor health.
Bureaucrats work through tall paper piles,
Bleeding your taxes with their slimy smiles,
Causing scandals and shocking news,
But the public is the one who’ll lose.
Now they nanny our very existence,
To which we are offering no resistance,
This is good for you and this is not,
Because our freedom we have forgot.
I distant memory it has now become,
A forgotten privilege forefathers won,
The right to choose our life and daily path,
With out the fear of high mighty wrath.
What will become of your children’s fruit?
When no longer they posses the choice of route,
Will they even have any choice at all?
Or will to the state all their choices fall?
Categories:
work through, social,
Form:
Rhyme