Endurance Poems | Examples of Endurance Poetry

I hear the sound of a truth train now coming.' Then I notice many people running.' Why are they going back uphill.? In the wrong direction.? Into the darrkness lurking and still.' Also back into treacherous times.? Must be they are bad..?At reading the signs.? I thought that they were all on board.' Within the Mind. ? Have i been over...

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She gave her word and I just believed, was the best thing that happened to me, but, before long, on camera I see her sneaking with a man who lives up the street. Probed her for truth, but, oh, she just lie, never had a hint of guilt in her eyes, how can someone feel that justified, even showed her the tape,...

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The Painted Smile The Painted Smile on her face spoke louder than any word could ever be spoken. As she watched the world revolve around her as if she was not even there. Spinning as if a tornado threatened to whisp her away into a dark starless night. The Painted Smile placed on her face by the...

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My past My mistakes The right and wrong choices My failures and successes My hopes and dreams The man looking at me in the mirror The man you see with your eyes All my physical homeliness and imperfections All the words said behind my back The good and the bad The rumors and the gossip The facts and the fiction The lies...

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There is no shame in lingering where possibility lives.” I tarrow at the edge of becoming, half-ghost, half-girl, unsure which silence to trust. My fingers hover over doors I built, but never dared to open. Not fully. There’s a name I no longer say in the voice I used to have. There’s a love pressed between two lifetimes— not gone, just folded. I tarrow, not out of fear, but reverence. Not everything must...

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I wake to the desert, talking to the wind; its voice is dry and muffled. Sand cuts my skin as I walk; nowhere feels like a place I belong to. The seeming figs glow like a distant fire. My feet are melting with every step I take. I lose my balance when I stride; I am surprised as the light darkens me. Flames...

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Dumb bell to Barbell Where to start Creating the shapely body institution Full length mirror observation Turning weak muscle into a sensation Planning in goal, focus, conditioning and transformation Lift in concentrate Pain and gain Muscle tone No longer weak Becoming strong to seek Theory of Nutrition Eat to feed Objective in deed Barrier in passing defeat Results that come out Being confident as you move about Own transformation story Compliments to except The...

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The tingling sweet sensation As he grabbed my hand I dared betray my emotion This path I chose to stand Side by side in lovers strand Woven tight by fate’s hand His stare of phony devotion How can I question? The beautiful morning ray, I hoped he not stray An empty echo as I turned, dared not say Our journey, the dark lair still lay Maidan...

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Battle scarred but unbroken I was captive in a silent war. My body, the battlefield. A quiet siege waged beneath my skin, where cells divided and uncertainty grew. This body, once solely mine, reduced to flesh, marked like a map, etched by others’ plans, endlessly examined, poked and prodded. An invisible war raging on, masked as protocol, disguised in scans and tests,biopsy reports, surgical cuts and stitches. Each treatment discussed...

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Of all the world the many seams no wonder at times divided Of all we know of right, and every right’s been wronged Yet we try to mend and forgive -- Despite the glory of heaven, and the devil we know his domain Yet we try to live!...

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if I could describe your soul it would be clear mirror shattering forevermore where pieces are jigsaw puzzles not fitting, falling under oak table stuck on persian carpet existing upside down on another planet soul shadows broken spiderwebs hanging on ceilings not existing another calls himself father holding elbow skin blowing in a wind...

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TO THE VINING CHILDREN…VIBING… (Apropos Of A Scriptural Inspiration) Let us be as the Vines Of The Gardener; Let us who have been pruned With love and awareness, Have branches sharing fruits Of Truth, Peace, and Love:- Indeed, may our branches Never ever be void Of His divine wisdom’s guidance; For we are poets of the tree of life: Rooted, trunked, branched, leaved, And fruited with the...

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In the mere blink of a nightmare, I found myself rechained and trapped where my peace of mind had once before collapsed. The die has been cast, an old challenge from the past, one I thought long ago smashed, has incited another battle and painfully thrashed my peace of mind like collateral damage to aloofly leave behind. It’s...

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Pain holds its insistence pressed against me I dream of a misty selfless new morn soft as maternal skin easing me free with a true smile to greet a sweet day born!...

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My demons know me, they know where to hurt. They quietly tighten their grip on the soul of the man under my shirt. They think that this evil is something I fear. They think that it’s easy to create and control my tears. But age makes a difference between a boy and a man. Age creates...

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