Endurance Poems | Examples of Endurance Poetry

As tattered night surrenders to the morning amidst a bruised and beaten sky. The hazy heavens weep their misty warning of love’s intent to pass me by. The rain, symbolic of my sorrow, defeats today and steals tomorrow. Unyielding dreams assault my weary mind with visions of my deep regret. I’d reached accord but never...

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I can't forget the night we met, beneath the crystal skies. I saw the stars, the Moon and Mars reflected in your eyes. In light of dawn, we shared a yawn as darkness fizzled out. How sweet and light, our love took flight, defying any doubt. With all your charm, you held my arm and then you won my heart. Of this I'm sure, we...

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The horse whinnied, are you alone? He ran off into the light, afraid of the night. Boy what are you doing here? You're far off trail arent you? All the posse is up there, I know all these mountains. He was the lead horse in a wagon train, It was a lot of mountain. He could not climb, his major wanted him to master it. A peak...

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I think about my life Trying to understand it’s means When I fall asleep, will it untangle in my dreams? I look out of the window And it’s all a bit surreal, I’m not sure what I’m looking for or how it is I feel If I hadn’t lived my life this way, What would I have become? If it hadn’t blocked out...

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Paul Hogan now..A battler thats true' tall tails and long days, The crocks could tell you.. Also' painter on the bridge Over Sydney town, tested and tried.' Yet still not bested.' The taxman wanted to make him Pay up' yet in the end?? Houges; just shot 'em down.'!...

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He walks the dark alley's, unforeseen roaming His life finds worthless circumstances to nature existence Belly rumbles hunger, need a dying sleepless thirst Once on a path to something before nothing Stricken from life the dignity must swallow He crumbles in streets, his pain felt deep What am I but a man of worldly demise...

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Pain refines, but grace restores. This is the whisper of strength. There are days when the world feels heavy, when the echoes of yesterday press against the walls of today. You walk forward, yet the past lingers like a shadow . . . a silent presence reminding you where you’ve been. But hear this: You are not bound by...

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So, what, we choose, inflated child's balloon Right now, so aggravated, someone got my dad's phone number and the pay back will be soon. By all means, attack the guy in a saloon not some old guy of peace, and laying most days in slumber, Not wishing can excuse your greens. How dare and I speak figuratively, red are my eyes and sinfully, I have you and...

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Oh, I ask, is it my appearance or rather to say my looks, Or is it my stature that has gone according to the book. ...

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Wind chill ice pick flails “perma” stone, rough storm weatherer’s bleak graveside moan!...

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The scenes from Teheran and Tel Aviv do in these blood-soaked knees May this new war end as fast as ‘twas begun ...

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What's life's offer, forgotten innocent hunger feeds Thirst within the soul questioning existing What is a man except all that he is His fight insane, death a reflected memory The struggle for hope and dreams fade Reality of life we pay our freedom Never free, just drama of societies killing Is every not suppose be...

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Peace is a word that mankind likes to throw around, but since the beginning of creation man has always had a warring spirit, always trying to conquer their fellow human beings. Traveling Worldwide to do it, this elusive dream of peace from the powerful is a false representation to the people, while the mighty plunder...

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She rose at dawn and laid the mat, not from longing, but from old habit. She bowed, then sat, hands curled in form, but the heart lagged— a breath behind. Whispers once lush now stumbled dry— echoes of names once called with fire. The tasbih clinked without intent, rolling bead by bead without a soul. She used to plead, soaking her sleeves, but now she blinked and called it done. Ameen, she mouthed— not out of...

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When handsome and shouting cowboys flirt with gorgeous gals galloping on wild horses, they won't catch up despite their manliness: women know what they are after and resist. The mid-August sun is scorching, and dust rises amid rust canyons, making trails of their escape; youth is precious to them, and these girls seek romance, not marriage to bear many children and feed...

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