Fight Poems - Poems about Fight

We abuse, pollute and poison to help us free our minds pushing our bodies beyond all reason a starvation of kind the brain the all important I the housing just a host so when the self gives up on life the spirit becomes a ghost. Our buildings far from temples though we think we are gods the message sent is mental our roles reversed for dogs trying...

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Let my heart flood thee with my words I can’t fight the war of love But i can search your soul for romantic moments I know no words of sincerity but over the years lovers have turned fouls I am yet see you waiting for me with coffee But let that day be tonight Let us...

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The culture of death has made us weak. Like the death of the sick and meek. Death to the unborn, by failing to make life a right. Making us have little fight or fighters for times of fight. Death to history by failing to teach it with respect and love and right. Making us learn that we are less...

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In an endless loop of arguments A game that neither of us ever win A house built on a sandy foundation Loose lies must come out in the end. Knuckles and bloody knuckles Tears in muddy puddles Smiling to our friends and showing each other our teeth I am sick of the battles. The war the we won’t ever win Land that we still...

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Pug-nosed pugnacious Polly loved to fight She started brawls every Saturday night Snapping, snarling, punching, sneak pinching too I don’t want to go to bars with her. Do you?...

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I will constantly try to raise the bar. Strive for greatness; that's certainly in me. Destined to be a noble superstar. Break through rusted chains that will set me free. My gateway is Christ, it's all biblical. Feelings trap me within endless struggles. All the pain I've endured is minimal. He gives me my strength, all of my muscles. Dispense my hope...

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If you're sad Eat something delicious You may not smile right away At least your belly is full You may wander many thought provoking Thinking of what happen to your life Just drink something cool and sweet At least you find something fulfilling I know you're still emotional a bit Or you're still hungry then At least you can't be sad anymore....

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Life changes You lose love You lose friends You lose part of yourself But in time New love finds you Better friends came along And the person looking back in the mirror Is getting wiser Getting more stronger And more resilient than before....

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Let them fight with each other Let them kill and be killed Let them release themselves Let them die or mayhem Fighting as they're fond of hunting As they're boxing and wrestling Being their forte and their habits no one can actually stop them As killing or being killed, Their heroes worth worshiping - Or be mayhem or be a survivor, Their...

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Wind, winds—why do I feel this way? The connection in me feels the disconnection of leaves Fleeting, hoping, embracing the feel of nostalgia. But, should I call it loneliness? Why do leaves let go? Is it really a painful metamorphosis, or just a transformation of seasons? Why do my feelings go with wind, is it the part of me I’ve been...

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Alone looking at the wall, I sit depressed. With the burns of despair in my heart suppressed. The canvas of life is as blank and lifeless as the wall....

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Parasites there is a tiny mite that lives on our face but does not bite it is a species of arachnid that’s so small it’s outta’ sight it bores in to our pores and only comes out at night it dines on our sebaceous oil and ear wax and on dead skin, for dessert, it does delight they are with us from birth to death so,...

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My battle to keep you is over. A checkmate, without any closure. My skin is bruised and beaten and battered and scarred and weakened. I can't shake the guilt or the images of the life we built in the days before the war, before we weren't us anymore. The world turned to ashes. Memories of the past left like open gashes from before the sky...

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For What Is Right We Fight - The Great USA Long ago a memory and today now a song playing triumphant through the valley where a battle of victory stands Proud of strength we walked the plank for what we knew was right we fought a battle through tear and trial to rise with all our might Victorious...

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I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jest Still, a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest Nor is it strange After changes upon changes We are more or less the same After changes we are more or less the same In the...

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