Endurance Poems | Examples of Endurance Poetry

He was just a boy alone in journey of life Morals, high standards upon family name he walks No recollection to memory, just brief thought in mind Certain image portrayed, locked away in the depths A way of life's poverty, morning dose's of the syrup Just a toddler throwing sticks on tobacco, outhouse out back...

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The classroom is a quiet forge, and I, a blade in silent fire— shaped by care, tempered in calm, honed to serve a brighter purpose. But into this heatswept chamber she storms, a tempest cloaked in titles— her words the hammer’s fall, striking without measure, without proof. She holds a flame to my calm steel, asking why I do not sparkle like she: “Why do...

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I lace my shoes as morning breaks, The hush of dawn, the route I take. With every step, the world fades out , the sunrise is motivating, no room for doubt. The rhythm builds, my breath in sync, Pacing Past sleeping streets ,and my skin flushes pink. My thoughts untangle, calm and clear, Each footfalll is bliss , my heartbeat...

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We are spring plants Stretching towards the sunlight, There is no excuse for "I can't"s If we strive and don't lose sight We will bloom and produce fruit As long as the summer season permits, If we work with an earnest pursuit In autumn we can harvest the benefits....

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Only God and prayer can heal it: The dreadful wound your loss has made. Find thankfulness and never quit; Embrace what you have left today. When melancholy cords arise Cast dissonance far, far away Let gratefulness revive your eyes; Embrace what you have left today. If you still have someone to love And a place where a bed is made You have more than enough...

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Fragile ceiling of glass, growth can be slow progress. You feel like you’re burning alive. ...

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at one with nature the sun sets on the weary ~ reward for hard work...

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OF LIFE AND ROSES Life is like roses, our petals and thorns tested daily in our lives:- Keep bloosoming and blooming : enduring life’s naturing:- ...

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You’re tired, and you’re on your own. Stopping now won’t find you a home. Roaming the streets, searching for a safe place to sleep, Too scared of what strangers might think of you. Scared it’s always going to be this way. No one to turn to. No one to trust. The ones you called friends, the distant family— They betrayed you the...

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They told him, “Boys don’t cry or feel,” “Stand tall, be hard, and never kneel.” So he learned young to wear a mask, To fake the strength they dared to ask. He bit his tongue, he clenched his jaw, Afraid to show a single flaw. And every tear he held inside Just made him hollow, made him hide. They praised him when he...

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A seed is planted, a stem breaks forth Leaves appear and buds grow north. In time a blossom begins to form Until a beautiful flower is born. We celebrate the magnanimous bloom Forgetting the seasons from seed to tomb Know times of trial, built the bouquet The perianth and the vibrant display. If your season is barren, missing God’s presence He is pruning and...

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Who is disabled? Is it me, or is it you? Should disability be based On an anatomical stock-take, Or based on what you can do? For I can climb mountains, I can soar through the sky, And I can slay dragons, With just a blink of an eye, I can overcome barriers, Fight against impossible odds, Ignore patronising glances And condescending nods. So who is disabled? Is it me,...

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The tailor rests in her workshop alone. Grabbing the thread for the day's work ahead, she begins pushing needle through cloth. In exercise, she customizes garments, stitch by stitch, Though it's slow, her craftsmanship shows uniquely perfect alterations to all her customers' clothes. Free of charge she'll embroider! Weaving colorful flosses in and out, she's leaving shapes and symbols of brightness about. Now, next...

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I’ve knocked on every door of medicine men— doors painted with hope. Swallowed pills of every size and colour. Been told, “This one never fails.” Another promise— fulfilled only in disappointment. The body that once felt mine now feels like a stranger’s— still wearing my name tag. I sleep early, trying to rinse myself from pain, but wake up still dressed in it. The coat I wear? Pain-stitched— by a tailor...

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Like birds flying high over the world, Words of love never unheard. Loud voices echo through different phases, No mistakes.., Just choices in these mazes. Walking threads, edge tight like a judge, Told me, “Be strong. Don’t budge.” They speak of light at tunnel's end, But what about the road we defend? The morals we bend, The lives we...

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