Brace Up Poems | Examples

That Is How Small The Mind Could Be To Beat

Soft heart can tell the silent dark sky's heat,
Red eyes might grow tough to handle mettle...
That Is how small the mind could be to beat.

Finger might flip up hints to pure deceit,
Somewhat so close to Cain's stunt on Abel;
Soft heart can tell the silent dark sky's heat.

Alcohol could have actualised such treat,
Upon rage within, ever unsettle...
That Is how small the mind could be to beat.

Lust to blood; love to ruin, brace up stunt's cheat-
Cain focused off change, hope cares to settle...
Soft heart can tell the silent dark sky's heat.

Now, regret locks up an endless defeat...
Upon bloody sin, Cain-Abel nettle;
Soft heart can tell the silent dark sky's heat,
That Is how small the mind could be to beat.

Elegantly Taken

With simplicity, he executes
His services as due and suits.

To promote cordial relationship;
An artisan cum craftsmanship.

For proper growth to taking its place...
Which character brace up cum grace.

Even on a bad day, NAH ME serves
Equal what smiling face deserves.

Now gone; off stress of what to become
Or how to become what please Mum.

Wishes unspoken; all now are nights
Hoping to see the break of lights.

Dreams he had lived, flied with his soul;
Deeply end with breaths, his sighs roll...

Laid down his sword, gun and kits on earth;
Taken away through grave time's dearth.

ASEESE went rowdy  peacefully.
Whose car hit accidentally?


No one knows; driver speed off in haste,
To prevent his flesh unto baste*

Why such speed on ONE-LANE to beat time?
While others keep calm; traffic's crime!

Last last, most blame it on timing fate,
But not this, his destiny bait.

Bolaji elegantly left us
And the Akinronbis to fuss.

Rest on dear brother, though you left soon;
Crying fortitude to sing boon!

Mark My Mind, Waiting Words Work

To my confidence, I salute the courage to woo
Waiting to patiently act if she won't boo

The peace of nature that define man a fool
Running to woman in sigh of her taken rule

After he has poured out the rehearsed flow
And the shy eyes maintain contact to forcefully glow

Up within the heart, beats fastened mind to wallow
If only but truly the morning would fly grace to follow

And brace up the reviewing night wool
Feeding young and hungry afternoon blood pudding to the full

Till time will have its chance to propose arid knee goes low
Of how it doesn't matter to define MARLIAN: a wolf
Just a switch in time has tagged it "the way we roll"
May be not true that I am one of his kins; ancient Woolf
Meanwhile, the low knee doesn't guarantee a lasting soul

Especially when traveling through the wood
Tough and hungry afternoon won't only boo the hood

But also cheer the hero up to summon the terror
Till every flaw experienced is free of its initial error.

When It Rains

When it rains


When the first rain hits the earth..

Sultry heat waves gives up to the cool gust..

 

Thirst of the land is quenched by the scotch mist..

Farmers scatter the grains with hope of abundance in their fist..

 

A loner longs for love and lovers heart sores..

Along the coast the swelled sea roars..

 

Fisherman hang their boots with onset of the monsoon..

Giving the aquatic chances to procreate and boom..

 

Forlorn the lily bushes brace up to bloom…

Apprehensive the little seed peeps out of the womb..

 

Creepers competes with the meandering brooks…

Cracks in the ground heal to wear a green look..

 

Silver drops from heaven fall…

To cleanse the souls of one and all…

God Be Praised For His Grace, Love and Might

God be praised and thanked for His wondrous grace
Surely awesome with His marvelous love
Always available to match His might.

Upon Him do I brace up my work’s might
While excelling as steward of His grace
Faithful in sharing His Gospel of love.

Always, I beseech His unfailing love 
To strengthen my faith against weary might
For empowered service with fruits of grace.

Triumphant, I yield to God by His grace, love and might*! 

*1Timothy 1:14 “…The grace of our Lord was exceeding abundant with faith and love which is in Christ Jesus.”

February 16, 2019
3rd place, "A Tritina for Messina" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 2/24/2019."

Dare To Love

Shall I say I care 
    yet not dare show I do?  
    Your looks lock onto my eyes:  
    the charm, the shine spells 
         me pale. 

I try to brace up flickering courage, 
    but fumble——fear pecks at my heart; 
    alone, I'm lost hugging 
    a dumb hearth all night, 
         weeping. 

My eyes redden at dawn...bulge 
    at the budding white rose 
    drooping in glistening dew. 
    I can't just bear the flare  
         in my heart. 

Oh...
    I dare not!
      
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi

All Gain No Loss

Hold the head from hanging low,
On your face, let a light snow. 
You fought and prayed, had a say; 
Answering, God had His way. 

We trust for the best and fain 
To take His answer as gain. 
What we mourn, eternal loss, 
Brought Him glory on the cross.

Tears may roll, groaning tends to grow; 
Faith may pale, yet upward flow, 
Your beloved's beyond the gloom,
Nestled in heaven, safe from doom.

You should not weep or sorrow. 
A pearl's gone, next a hollow, 
She shall be found, when time's set,
Ensconced in Christ, free from fret.

Brace up in the storm, brother;
Only the living bother. 
Your dear's won the precious peace 
For which we strive, dare not cease. 

In the pain, let your faith hone.
Cheer up, my friend! Grace isn't gone.

© 2015

Hard Winer

On a cold frosty December morning snow has already visited the land so bare so dreary,
With its mighty sword it has cut down dahlias and made us look after any tender plants,
In the north sky the aurora borealis, flashed, a winter tale says it is a sign of cold,
So once more we prepare for hoary frost and snows, a sharp slap from an evil east wind.

Those who wrap up in warm cloaks, coats, and fine furs they will bare the bitter chill,
For those fortunate people, a fire blazes in their homes, a table well spread are glad,
But put you hand on your heart and tell, how many will miss these things in the winter,
The many with the huge burden of suffering and freezing how they must yearn for spring.

For those who can we must lend a hand to lighten distress that will certainly prevail,
We must brace up our hearts, forget our own troubles to assist others when called upon,
We must rouse all the slumbering humanity in our nature and collect warm coats not warn,
How much better will they be on the backs and beds of our suffering in the cold winter.

It Is My Tutelage

Sorry,if I looked ungrateful
And my attitude makes friendship stinks like rotten eggs; 
Sorry if I am afar from our poetic accord,
It is not just me, it is my tutelage.

All a while I am a pupil
In another Land and different tongue
The Land I must know,the tongue I must speak;
I am a man-baby learning to walk
Pardon my fall when my feet slip.

Upon my shoulders lies now a new task
That promises to give me wings and takes me beyond the sky
Yet my elevator speaks in tongue and gives me rules:
Brace up or bolt out; the choice is yours.

So when I fail to pat your back for your crowing quil
Or congratulate you on the medal we jointly treasure
Worse still, acknowledge not  your warming greetings
Remember this and pardon my fall when my feet slip:
It is not just me,it is my tutelage.

Our Decision Our Destiny

We decide how we will die 
by how we live,
we can only achieve what 
we can concieve,
what we will recieve lies in 
what we believe,
what we get are the grain 
of what we give.

Nothing works by itself, 
someone is working it
small seeds grows to 
become tall tree bit by bit,
life is a fight, won by those 
who refuse to quit,
winners are not always 
those who looks fit.

Blame game is nothing but 
a big lame game,
the future belongs to those 
who do no blame...
Knowing that, errors like 
fire becomes flame
and things will not always 
remain the same.

When troubles thrives, men 
tends to give up
knowing not that pains are 
needed to grow up,
life is a beautiful battle for 
those who brace up,
steping up requires major 
or minor set ups.

We were given our life 
without any bargain,
we decide how to live, in 
pride or pit of pain.
Life sometimes toss us to 
troubled terrain,
be we decide to give in or 
harvest golden grain.

A Hard Winter

On a cold frosty December morning snow has already visited the land so bare so dreary,
With its mighty sword it has cut down dahlias and made us look after any tender plants,
In the north sky the aurora borealis, flashed, a winter tale says it is a sign of cold,
So once more we prepare for hoary frost and snows, a sharp slap from an evil east wind.

Those who wrap up in warm cloaks, coats, and fine furs they will bare the bitter chill,
For those fortunate people, a fire blazes in their homes, a table well spread are glad,
But put you hand on your heart and tell, how many will miss these things in the winter,
The many with the huge burden of suffering and freezing how they must yearn for spring.

For those who can we must lend a hand to lighten distress that will certainly prevail,
We must brace up our hearts, forget our own troubles to assist others when called upon,
We must rouse all the slumbering humanity in our nature and collect warm coats not warn,
How much better will they be on the backs and beds of our suffering in the cold winter.

A Hard Winter

On a cold frosty December morning snow has already visited the land so bare so dreary,
With its mighty sword it has cut down dahlias and made us look after any tender plants,
In the north sky the aurora borealis, flashed, a winter tale says it is a sign of cold,
So once more we prepare for hoary frost and snows, a sharp slap from an evil east wind.

Those who wrap up in warm cloaks, coats, and fine furs they will bare the bitter chill,
For those fortunate people, a fire blazes in their homes, a table well spread are glad,
But put you hand on your heart and tell, how many will miss these things in the winter,
The many with the huge burden of suffering and freezing how they must yearn for spring.

For those who can we must lend a hand to lighten distress that will certainly prevail,
We must brace up our hearts, forget our own troubles to assist others when called upon,
We must rouse all the slumbering humanity in our nature and collect warm coats not warn,
How much better will they be on the backs and beds of our suffering in the cold winter.

Too Much Pain

Too Much Pain

My heart is confounded.
My mind was astounded.
Compassion grew thick.
When someone was sick.

I used my best judgment.
To help with the ailment
My kindness backfired.
Now, my head is in mire.

I hope that my God will
Send comfort from His hill.
And brace up my hurt heart.
As living now seems tart--

I learned a hard lesson.
So, now I am regressing.
Back to my sheltered place
That is lost behind...my face.

Until never—

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 16, 2010
Poetic form: Rhyme

Mind and Body... I Need Sleep.

Alone on the painted precipice
bending the clouds to be weaved
I sink to one knee in a solemn reprieve
as the sky holds back words which would break me, bereave
Inside the four walls of my countenance
slipping down thoughts to be thought
I clip off the clouds and surrender my shroud
to the battle that's left to be fought
I'm tired and ragged with bones
I'm loosened in lips and I need to go home
The wires are crossed and my heart must defrost
to prepare me for being alone
I'm stuck with my head in the sky
I'm peppermint breathing to the infinite "I"
The heavy hung hope which I tethered with rope
has decided to stretch out and fly
Grappling to find my footing
somewhere between the braided cloud air
I fall through my thoughts like a slim chance not caught
to the brilliant white skull sunk somewhere
Be glad that your brain lets you rest
That it shuts down your stars in good night
Mine is elaborate and demands to be tended to
 I brace up my soul for the infinite fight...

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