Courage Poems | Examples of Courage Poetry

Redemption untold Lies are never far from fallacy Secrets are never far from power If the soil is polluted The root can’t bring no good tree Their must be a truth untold In a dying world In a world full of wars In a world of turmoil In a land of needs and wants I...

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What was that one line story? That my parents told me, What was that one line story? I believe it said, “it’s important to be clean” Stir away your soul, Make your world all your own Serve yourself away, Wipe away the stains from the corner Keep your soul strong And get your in order! Then you are, All baked, All better Then you are, All baked,...

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Sian, she sits in a lonely room, Hugging at her knees Should she go to London Town, Or stay where her roads are clean? Sian, she sits on a wooden chair, She falls onto her knees She longs to be in London Town, Where her words aren’t clean She’s let her head go wild, and ride Off into the sun She shakes the dignity from...

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Should I fight or should I yield... ...

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Do you still love me Jehovah. If you do, why are my troblems so many. Why are my enemies like the grains of the sand. Why is calamity my predator. I am afraid to chose, to talk, and to act because the repocussion is like an untimely bomb. I chose to serve you, and yet...

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Staring at my reflection, In a future projection, Standing at the intersection, Where I change my perception, I see the correction, As I choose my direction, My reflection changes , Their reality rearranges, Only I see the strange synchronicity, Showing me the future that will be. It's fun to secretly see me...

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There are things I seek that seem out of my reach But maybe if I take a different path, It would bring me closer to filling the void that I feel in my heart. Sometimes, though, through the deafening noise, I listen to my inner voice that guides me to an untrodden hike… World probably trained me to...

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Do not mistake silence for peace, nor obedience for order. A chained heart can smile, but it does not sing. There is a flame born in every soul— not to burn, but to become a lantern. To lead. To warm. To remember the path home. Freedom is not permission. It is not granted by paper or throne. It is the breath between thoughts, the courage to speak when...

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At this very moment I realize how much I love you, how amazing you truly are, That you don't want to just say what you mean, That you bleed what you believe, That your heart can't even reach that deep what you feel, You try so hard to show the real, This piece of my heart that never leaves, Because I...

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It seems so long since I've seen his face, This is no longer a home, it's just a place. If you could catch it, share it, This one's inner light, it might light the sky On Earth's darkest of nights. It might save all of us, I believe this will happen, And lighten and brighten, God's beautiful canvas. It may be a...

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You can't hold it both ways, In meaning.' You Are either direct.' Or directionless..And thus In a mess.' No less-en-ing, yet less kenning will ensue.' Though You deny..Its more obvious..Showing through' True.' Reality denying.? I find it at best tedious' Not to mention trying.! And now cov-idiocy is Really dying.' Symtoms seen, idio-tantric bouts And much de-crying..Tantrum-atic antic's its Virtuless incandesacnt-cy...

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Oh, Wounded Warrior. Battle lines and battle scars hidden in plain sight. Many of us now asking was it really worth the fight? Some of us wear uniforms. Some of us wear shame. It doesn’t really matter. The outcome’s still the same. Missing limbs, missing minds. Broken, tossed about. Whipped by winds of chaos. So often left in doubt. It’s in the heart, it’s in the eyes. You’ll...

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Don’t raise the white flag when sly boots ennui sneaks in stoic mould is key life is that intriguing quest a conjugated footpath...

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When my body is sculpted to perfection, When my beauty gleams without a flaw, You may whisper that I’m artificial— But I am not. I am the raw, Unyielding truth of perseverance, The echo of battles I’ve won alone. You question me with narrowed eyes, Raise suspicions like...

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Every time I try to make things right, Something breaks or slips from sight. I hold on tight, but still it’s gone — Just like the end of a breakup song. Deadlines chase me through the night, Redemption’s path fades out of light. I try to lift the weight I bear, But it gets heavier in the midnight air. I hope one day...

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