Climbing(A) Poems | Examples

Strength of the Will

The Strength of the Will

Deep within every soul lay the strength of the will
All the temperance and fortitude that it can instill
When seeking for some answers and confusion is the host
Is when your inner strength of the will is needed the most 

There are constant tests for this strength of the will
Willpower becoming a saviour, a time tested skill
Right and wrong deeply inwoven within your mind
Thoughts, feelings and confusion all intertwined

Temptations will constantly test your strength of the will
Be it of the body, the mind, or some extreme test of skill
Though you may stumble and fall prey to some ordeal
Only strengthens your resolve to everything that is real

The strength of the will can be different to everyone 
For it may be a solemn promise that must be done
Or a silent understanding of what you’ve become 
Perhaps lessons learned that you have overcome 

When you feel conquered by some kind of strife
When you question your destiny within your life
When you feel simple tasks are like climbing a hill
Is when you pray to find your strength of the will

Love and Life

Life throws so many curves at you sometimes you don't know where to turn you don't know what to do it seems that you are climbing a mountain that seems to keep going.

Working your fingers to the bone just to have barely nothing at all the sacrifices you make daily are stretching you thin to the point where you are mentally drained.

There is nothing else to give there's only a crumb left of your sanity.

Love can bring joy it can smell of the fragrance of roses and a variety of flowers.

It can burn like fire it can rain down many blessings like a family you never expected to have but it can bring many trials and tribulations like frustration, Anxiety and many others things

But this is apart of what makes life what it is all we can do is go step by step.

Take it day by day in order to survive to be strengthened 

Love and Life go hand in hand

Solitude 4

olitude 4…..

Incessant rain and the solitude:

You, rain and the solitude 
A trilogy 
Things beyond reach, always loveable!

A sort of old habit!
Always I try to find the common thread!
Even if I know!
Every side of the trilogy 
Same as climbing a hill!

Worst even!

The rain brings both , you and the solitude!
Helpless as before,  I know it pinches!
Solitude draped with leftover memories!

Purity

Charming cut flower in a crystal vase of gilded gold
Displayed on an oak table with lace montage
Splicing and cutting a stunning debut
As life becomes a movie on the stage of attributes 

Gorgeous, striking, splendid and pure
Climbing a velvet rope..I reach out to you
Alluring,  captivating, enchanting in dream
A shower of light in radiant beams

Go Tell It

In a space reserved for not thinking
a TV blames itself for telling lies to you.

It's another fake cathartic moment.
A wall clock coughs into its hands,

Mouthing a bullet proof prayer -
I waggle limbs into more natural shapes.
Avoid mirrors for a while
until my face settles.

Stamp petulantly
over a not-welcome mat.

The sun has got itself snagged
in shadowy thickets,
a wind sharpens itself
on my nose
perseverance snaps at my heels.

“Go tell it on the mountain”
I speak this uplifting line
while grimacing through a snarl.

Shouldering an invisible load,
climbing a medium-sized mediocre hill.

It takes a whole metaphorical day
just to climb it halfway.

Pause, take a breath.

Try to remember, try to forget,
Try walking backwards for a while.

The Remains of the Fog

Amid the haze, where mist is not sky but mourning,
a stone tower leans like the last pillar of a vanished world.
Roots coil, climbing a ruin’s leg—ivy’s frail revenge—
as nature attempts a kindness for the ghosts left behind.
Beneath, the earth spills out its dust and half-lit secrets;
a whisper, faint, rises from the ground’s brittle breath,
tracing the empty arches of forgotten passage.

No flesh remains to tread the bridge of old sorrows,
no murmur to echo within these ashen halls—
only the weight of silence, wrapped in fog’s dim cloth.
Columns bend like tall specters in their grief,
each shadow-shape a slow and solemn sigh.
The trees, too, weep in their stillness, their limbs raised
as though to hold up a heaven too cold for hope.

It is a place for the unseen, for the waning hour’s chill.
Here, where all is but trace and fading—
a world paused, or passed,
its ancient song withering on the air like a regret
unspoken for centuries,
its only language now
the echoes that linger when nothing else will.

Stairway To The Abyss

Climbing a stairway into the mind without
steps
In a room with no windows only doors
without keys
Just silence on deaf ears so it's as quiet as 
kept 
It's dark like a dead sleep with no life to
it's dreams
Visions so lucid & liquid like as if from eyes
that just wept
Sometimes you can see things with eyes
that don't see
Oceans of worlds exist right before you but
your eyes don't detect
It's so deep that you're surrounded by the abyss
but unaware of the sea

HER WANDERLUST

Oh how she loves to journey…in her life travel is a must.
It’s one of life’s beautiful added bonuses…being born with wanderlust.

So they plan these awesome trips…and together they travel far and wide…
happily touring the country…hand-in-hand and side-by-side.

Yes, she was born with a lust for adventure…in her this need is strong
He was not born with her wanderlust…but he loves to go along.

One day she asked him…”You know how much I love to travel…
to experience all I can experience…to see all that I can see…
I don’t think I’ve ever asked you…do you love to travel as much as me….

“I look at every day as a new adventure.” He told her.  
“It has never mattered what we do or where we travel to.”

“Whether we’re in the car, climbing a mountain or standing by the sea.”
Whether on a morning walk 
listening to the birds
watching a butterfly or a bee….

Then he smiled…took her hands in his and said,
“All these years we’ve been together I guess I thought you knew…
“It has never mattered where we go…
as long as I’m with you.”

A well

So few have ever understood me on a level well; so deep
Even less have I let witness my tears as they seep
They come forth in the darkness while others sleep;
Thoughts of you can be so elating when they creep
Finding the way out of them, climbing a chasm so steep
The glory amongst them is the harvesting I shall reap.
For the memory of that golden gaze, it is the one I shall forever keep.
It's within this lifetime; to love you is my most daring leap.
She takes hold, and then my strongest feelings sweep
To find a way to support her love, a life's goal, I must upkeep
Failing you is not an option, for if I did, filling a sorrowful well, I would forever weep.

A gem worthy of a crown

Happiness is easily found in a multitude of the sweetest components 
Grateful for you, often swept from the feats, of our hours, sharring meaningful moments 
Your citrines comprised burning bright; scorching everywhere
As an orbited sphere; willed they are a perfect solar flare
Climbing a summit inside my thoughts; that is all you
Beside me, you wrap me up while we both enjoy the view
One could mine for eternity; excavating nothing valued; seeking a gem worthy of a crown
But, I would stop digging at the surface of the earth; if it matched your eyes, superfluous shade of brown

Winter's Perils

Ponds shiver beneath the ice,
whispers of frozen paradise.
Oh, so daring, with much vigilance,
he crawls on the ice with a frozen dance.

From climbing a slippery slide,
to surfing down a mountainous tide.
Ice protests, in bumps on his ride,
as he fumbles forward, in frosty freight.

Caught in the pond's icy grip,
where he thought the ice was firm, no slip,
but with a quiet scream, a gentle slash,
SPLASH.

In the wrath of chill,
he had thought,
ever so shaken, ever so still:
“Oh, how terribly fun this had been.”

Disorientation

darkness plummets on twilight’s peak
cascading like a gentle creek
veiled by the night, I must confess
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress

at times, confusion stills my hope
like climbing a slippery slope
fetches doubts that bring nervous stress
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress

perplexed by the depth of my fears
feels like I’m lost when the smoke clears
drowning in the black, such a mess
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress

uncertainty silences dreams
the thief, worry, goes to extremes
dimming beauty, bringing distress
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress

baffled by the seas of dismay
turmoil that leads feelings astray
sometimes in life, more peace is less
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress

The Trials of Thought

The trials of thought.

Up you get !  and down you go,
turn on, turn up, and !
Ingest the ingreidients
of the set menu show
 
Sit sat there ! You belive that your free!
Is that an Elephant ?
That im expected to swallow,
Climbing a very tall Tree  

That thought, has sunk in,
Fully Excepted , without question! !
Any susspcion of truth
disapears to the delete bin

Cancel and Click ! Lies are power 
presenters are party to this !
Removing key blocks
from your heads jenga tower


So, up you get,  down you go !
lifes tower, now collapsing,
brain and mouth firmly stiched,
words of truth banned, in a  show.

Football Enmity Between Argentina and Nigeria

The World Cup went to Argentina.
Those who like it still drink Maltina:
In Nigeria, few, for love of France;
If France had won would have done some dance.

I guess Maradona had caused it;
Would have Super Eagles trounced and throat slit:
He was talking about some Six - Nil,
Sure he would not be climbing a hill...

And, since, it's been Football Enmity
One wouldn't guess its enormity
'Twixt Argentina and Nigeria,
Where Football Loss worsens Malaria.

That's Maradona as Muhammad Ali,
Hypes trying and seeking Staunch Ally.

Always Count Your Money

The money given to you, please, count,
Even if the giver were a fount
And his trusted Nice Nickname "Money,"
For if you got shortchanged 'Not funny!'
He'd waited for you to cash count
And you hadn't thought a cheat A fount...

To lost money raised challenges mount,
Not unlike climbing a once climbed mount.
Always count money released to you 
Or cascading tears would be soon due,
The missing sum from it not a clue:
What is left the rest of what you blew!

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