Endurance Poems | Examples of Endurance Poetry

They smile leniently don’t be silly Nowadays you can’t be apolitical ‘But I don’t believe them initially’, I smile back – hope it’s not hypercritical Combinations of incongruous lines Like the ones you remember from The early cubist paintings, they shine But not blindingly, this turns me on Ambiguous light, dimmed hues And those crazy lines, that’s my politics No one’s deprived or abused...

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-In the dead of night, when the world is silent, her whispers haunt the shadows of my mind. “Daddy, I’m so tired… I don’t want to be here anymore.” Her small voice, trembling like a ghost, echoes in my heart — a chilling reminder of the fragile life we’re trying to hold together. Late at night, when silence drapes...

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Arms like tiny windmills spin through morning air. Aiming, she builds pathways?deep within her mind. Another swing flows onward like waves upon the shore. Awakening intention burns?as neural roads unwind. Reaching past reflexes like butterflies from cocoons. Rhythmic movements carve?the skills she'll always find. Object permanence sparkles bright like diamonds in her sight. Orchestrating muscles smooth,?her future self designed. Hand-eye coordination weaves like...

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Drink deep the wine of the waking sun— Its golden breath spills over trembling hills, And morning, that fragile and flaring drum, Beats wild against time’s shrinking quills. The hour is ripe with unsung fire, A tapestry woven from wind and flame. Step out — no fear, no false desire — The world does not wait, nor call your name. The robin’s hymn...

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Break free from the hell around you And expel the darkness within you Break free from the chords of time And get in touch with your creative mind empty the sorrows within you and remove the clouds from around ambition is the string that tied you to the unrealistic dream, you just have one more month to go before destiny unveil them...

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In lifestyle—I choose life. In religious life—I choose life. In social life—I choose life. In fake life—I choose life. Choice is ours to make, But better a living ass than a dead emperor. For all you know, this choice is preconditioned on life. Choose life and the fullness thereof....

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They don't know my name. I keep it hidden between the folds of my skirt. They told me I had to wear it but they don't like that they can't see my legs anymore. I keep it hidden in the bows holding my pigtails together. They don't know my name. I'm my father's daughter, my brother's...

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So, in so many ways past and present mesh, it's reminiscence of everything I have been through. I thought, I thought I had bid adieu. And then a poem from 2020. A soft laughter fill with tears, a glance A view from 2025 hello !! goodbye, hello ! again. I feel like I've met my long lost friend (...

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There's a storm that we can't weather There's a war that we can't win But as long as we're together We're together thick and thin I know that you said things I didn't like or understand Then my reply would surely sting Hot and dry like desert sand So, I'll lay aside my pride, As you reach to hold my hand Using love...

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Staring at the mirror’s image, I see what others see; but can they see the need for love so deep inside of me? I hear my laughter just as loudly as those who see my smile; but can they hear the tinge of sadness that lingers for awhile? My posture mocks a stately stance, my gait is smooth and free; but can they see the...

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Enemies Of My Breath. Like a purple dragon of doom, I breathe fire behind your knecks! With the quake of the earth, I ensue your essence to the ends of the realms. Like a volcano I erupt with the rage of gia the mother of storms, As my wings flap upon your backs, I enact the four winds upon...

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My mind racing behind a cloud of smoke. The systematic deterioration of my life's work. yet most of the time I sit smiling, open minded to the possibility's, and to the actions that require an opposite and equal reaction to the options that lay dormant . Nothing came to mind. Rather id...

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I’ve moved out (of school), I’m moving in (to school). My joke is that I’m having a ‘moving experience.’ Graduating college (3 days ago) was a dream come true I’m starting a master’s degree in 7 days. You have to admire the efficiency. Do I have your permission to bear my soul? I might have imposter syndrome. I’m a harsh critic—of everything—but mostly...

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Dear God, Let me run on Until my work is done For every mountain in my path Give me the strength to climb Let me run on Until my work is done For every river that is before me Give me the ability to swim and cross Let me run on Until my work is done For every thunderstorm that may appear Give me the wisdom to...

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