Durability Poems | Examples

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Premium Member VISIONS

VISIONS
influence 
  in
    retrospect

posterity 
  dilapidated
ambivalent 
with
  fascinations 
captivated
engraved
   inspired

graduated 
  collaborations 
  engaged
in
the
  prolific

durability 
  developed 
stylised
&
adapted 
distinct
&
  synonymous 
with
  tantalising
    symbols

Landscape of Hope

When is demage beautiful 
When it lies in ruins
When do we admire its history 
When we learn more about its architect 
When do we truly see the test of time
When it lies dormant 
How do we tell the strength of its foundations
When it stands tall in the shadow of the day
I've seen runs I've lived in their wonder
But if love is like the coliseum does it last beyond It's use
I believe yes 
I believe someday it will be there again
The memories will live on
The stories will be written
What we may see as ruins may just be what time cannot replace
We are suppose to admire its strength its durability 
We are suppose to remember what scars we have
What cuts still bleed
What dreams have yet to be lived
We are meant to carry on with history tell stories and remember all this life has given
Because in ruins the sun still shines bright on the landscape of hope for everyone of us

The Old Guys

Written By:  D. Collins 5/9/24



A triple-knee crack and a hip not ready to move.
Are signs an OG (old guy) should hand over his tools.
Don't push it to the limit trying to throw a football.
And, definitely refrain from shooting basketballs.


Watch your ass in the snow when walking the dog.
A wind-blown leaf could land you in E.R.
Don't get me wrong I really like being here.
It shows the durability of my wear and tear.



We may crack and pop every now and again.
It comes with the props of older echelon.
Somehow throughout it all, we are still upright.
Trying to pass on to Young'uns the last stage of life.


Premium Member FANTASTIC 4

Scientific mission into outer space, Reed Richards his best friend
Ben Grimm,
Susan "Sue" Storm and her brother Johnny Storm
Upon leaving the earth in a rocket ship
Got caught up in a violent cosmic space storm
Rays bombarded their bodies
They became cosmically transformed
Coming back to earth, begin genetically rebirth into
Mister Fantastic / Reed Richards who can stretch his body into incredible lengths and shapes;
Stretch-Stretch-Stretch-Stretch
A monstrous Thing Ben Grimm who possesses tremendous superhuman strength, durability and endurance due to his stone-like flesh
It's clobbering time
the Invisible Woman Susan Storm body turned into rendering herself you can't see me invisible invisible invisible
also able project powerful invisible force fields blast projectiles; 
the Human Torch Johnny Storm  who can generate flames, surround himself with them and fly; 
flame on- flame on-flame on

11/15/23
For  Fantastic Four Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori

Glass - a Clear Mystery

A symbol of vulnerability 
with implausible durability; 
master at misrepresentation, 
a bolster of modernization. 
 

Praised for its lucidity, 
nowise for its amorphicity; 
such is human disposition, 
seldom beholding composition. 
 

A motif of permanence, 
marking time’s impermanence. 
Encapsulating sand and time, 
an hourglass, marking life’s chime. 


Made to be admired, 
Only to be called 'uninspired’. 
Its perspicuity appreciated by the unaware; 
coloured, its vibrance ready to ensnare. 

 
Weened to be understood and known, 
yet, only misunderstood and unknown; 
for such is the mystery of glass, 
unable to be deciphered in a single pass. 


Shattered and broken oft, 
only to be restored aloft, 
never seeming to age; 
such is beauty when taken from an age-old page. 


Behind us, lay five millennia of innovation. 
Ahead, shall lie an eternity of appreciation; 
for it is important lessons that we learn, 
when observing Nature and her glassy urn.

Premium Member Consequences

Chest pain grips as anxiety fills the room 
Or cornered I grasp a resting broom
Neck pain lingers and feelings of doom 
Sadness at times fills the house with gloom 

Exercising left long ago, enter old age woes
Quadragenarian no more~ whoa!!
Upset stomach, feeling overwhelmed
Energetic no more at forced helmed
  
No motivation, they've cooked my goose
Change in every part of my body, thoughts abstruse
Emotions ready to explode, anger and irritability 
Social withdrawal on downhill side of durability

When a person goes their own way, the choices they make will always have consequences which can sometimes lead to stress with the end results of the above problems.


Premium Member Steven Rogers Aka Captain America

Steven Rogers was born in New York in nineteen twenty, a sweet boy. 
A comic book artist, born to poor Irish immigrants, their pride and joy.
Wanted to join the military and fight Nazis when he was twenty-one.
He was little, too scrawny, he lacked muscles. “Just hand me a gun!”

Comic book writers Jack Kirby and Joe Simon pondered what to do.
They wanted to make him a superhero, and they worked on it too.
They arranged for Army general Chester Phillips to make his day.
He enlisted Steven in the super soldier project, right away.

As Captain America, Steven would have super human strength too.
Terrific at martial arts and hand to hand combat, a durable guru.
He would have outstanding stamina, durability, intelligence and speed.
Kirby and Simon ran with their idea, creating a fine comic indeed.

Captain America faced enemies in Japan and Nazi Germany.
His sidekick Bucky was as proud of him as he could ever be.
The first Captain America comic came out in March of 1941.
Captain America punching Adolf Hitler sold a million copies, fun!

Written 5-19-2022
Contest: Captain America
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori

My Springbok

It's functionality,is to cover the boobs
Emphasizing the beauty of being an African woman
It is pride that shows its uniqueness 
Unveiling it's necessity of manhood 
Dance your heart out
It's not the pace that shows its form
Actually it is the components in the body
See how flexible it is
It's not the speed it possesses 
Actually it is the strength it accumulates 
See how incredible it is
It's not the endurance it has
Actually it is It's mind set
See how versatile it is
The writer never stops writing 
It's durability,is to adapt to unforeseen circumstances 
Emphasizing the reason of being born
It's importance,is an embarkment of endless dreams
Unveiling It's necessity of becoming what you meant to become
Now,live your life.

Life

Pay attention to the birth
The birth is the most perilous beginning of all
Now dangerous is just the thing
To get me wondering if the birth is precarious

Pay attention to the longevity
The longevity is the most durability oldness of all

I saw the wooly life form 
Of my generation destroyed
How I mourned the human

Why would you think the existence is big?
The existence is the most little natural object of all

Premium Member Stones

Stones...

Some are whole.
Some are broken.
Some are cut.
Some are rough.
Some are coloured.
Some are shaped.
Some are smooth.
Some are jaggered.
Some have patterns.
Some can skim.

But all will sink...

Stones...

When I see them,
I see beauty.
I see uniqueness
And character.

The human heart 
Has, at times, been 
Termed to be a stone.
More often than not
Expressed in a
Negative tone.

But some stones will
Put smiles on faces.
Stones are possessed
By all races.

When I see them
I see durability.

I see how
I could be
Like them.

For stones are not
Defined by their appearance
By their source.
They remain unjudged
If used as weapons
For a force.

Stones are what 
They are.
Admired by you 
And me.

And we value them
By what we see...

Stones.

Durability

The wood on the porch 
has weathered all the seasons 
over many years.

Fragile

Caught in a turmoil
difficult to decide
holding on tight the delicate threads
that bind us together.
Durability lost over the years
frayed ends have developed
need to handle with care
gently tend to it
these threads so fragile
can be easily broken
the way I handle things will decide the course
whether to stretch them beyond limit
or nurture them within the boundaries
faults, mistrust, blame will always exist
to preserve the things close to my heart is a balancing act

Sneakers

Sneakers are shoes primarily designed
For sports from one event to another; 
But which are now also widely used by
Many a person for everyday wear.

Sneakers are a footwear type, sort or kind
With a flexible sole made of rubber; 
And an upper part made of synthetic
Objects or animal skin or leather.

The rubber soles of sneakers truly make
Very little noise while one is walking; 
These comfortable shoes and fine footwear
Can also be used for joyful jogging.

Sneakers are versatile and perform well
In gym's each and every activity; 
They surely offer basic cushioning, 
Steadiness and firm durability.

They work with literally everything
In bright colors, neutral tones, jeans, trousers; 
The suit and any outfit look great with
A great pair of beautiful white sneakers.

Made of Finer Clay

There was a time
I saw my mother's hands and
noticed quite a difference
between hers and mine
hers were fine
soft and smooth
with lovely nails, refined

While mine-
so rough and dried
no lotion could soothe or hide
the blisters and the callouses
while hers were fit for palaces
mine were like a scullery maid's
accustomed to hard work

I often thought looking at her
that we must have been made
of different stuff
for even though
she was a simple woman
no frills or fluff
she seemed somehow
to be made of finer clay

Like porcelain-
delicately enchanting
but prone to chips and cracks
while I, more like a
sturdy stoneware
strength and durability
making up
for what I lacked

I never knew just how true
this was until she died
never realized just how fragile
she really was, because
she was the vessel
that originally
carried me

The Bumpy Road

The highway of life is full of potholes and bumpy pavement that at times seems to turn our lives into one major jar to our tailbones after another. We survive the constant pounding as best we can with a smile and a gritty determination to make it through to our final destination, wherever that may be. It seems we have little choice but to make the best of things as life comes at us and keeps coming at us time after time again testing our durability and stick-to-itiveness. Even as we age one might think life would ease up on its constant pounding but instead it just keeps right on with a new deluge of rights and lefts to the chin just to remind us that the bumpy road ain’t at its end until life says it’s at its end.  So life isn’t that “bowl of cherries” some would have us believe. It’s a hard road but it’s a road that we must all travel once thrust naked into a world where mysteries abound and beauty drenches the landscapes of this planet called Earth that we call home where time is the unrelenting master and the vastness of space becomes the next road we must seek to conquer as we return to the dust from which we came.

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