Fighting Poems - Poems about Fighting

Being a mother to adult sons is wonderful and hard and everything in between I am a hard praying, hard fighting, mama when I need to be, but I am also a soft spoken, sweet encourager when it warrants Mental Illness and Substance use have made my role harder and more needed than many moms of grown men, but I am just...

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Morey was thrilled because the cheese spa was coming. The refrigerator made happy sounds, it was fairly humming. The cheese was melting ahead of time in the microwave. Morey was the first family member in; he is extremely brave. This is not only comfortable, but tasty too he told the rest. There was cheddar, provolone, but he liked the blue...

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Looking in the mirror I saw an image it was clear. I told my reflection you are loved and shed tear No longer prisoner to shame, I watched my shoulders slowly rise. The person that I dared to name Now gazed back with gentler eyes. In that moment of pure grace, The walls I'd built began to fall. Years of doubt...

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When oppressed by a cruel and merciless government, when we no longer feel free there are some things we need to do to fight this tyranny: First we need to think of all our ancestors and relatives who fought in all our wars… Who fought and died so tyranny would never reach our shores. But now that it has...

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The summer breeze lapped at my hair Firmly yet gently lifting each strand The warm caress of the sun Brought happiness to my weeping skin My lips parted as laughter Freely trickled down my chin My eyes lit a beaming path for my feet As I began my evening walk Abruptly I tripped and fell Soberly I looked around For the object of my humility And...

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a menacing fog hangs low serpenting and infiltrating nooks and crannies while the news continues to spew its ugliness and venom resistance may be futile but i fiercely refuse to stop defending the last little corner of my brain that remains unblemished by this mile high pile of appalling bile that's vile AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on March 29, 2025...

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Little leprechaun is fighting mad Irish of course, so big and bad Someone tooted in his beer Swung around and used their rear He’s determined to make others sad...

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In the Cape flats the bullets are flying Today people are dying The gangs are killing To them it is fulfilling It is a deed so sad It can only be done by the bad The gangs don’t feel a thing They love the sting. The gangs are like wild animals Like real damn cannibals Running in the street Wanting...

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Ink Drops Like Rain The Devil tried to take a bite of me. I watched his ringlets twirl. I've finally reached the spot where I knew I was going to be. It's a lose lose, to hell and back to tell all that I see. I asked for pens from the devil's guard. He thinks he knows...

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[“Without love, what is there to fight for?”] … Death, abandonment, and suffering; all these, while tragic, are inevitable. A thought has perpetually lingered within my mind; if such events are so tragic, why do people move forward? Why do they possess such motivation in the sense that they will move on, even in the event of...

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I fight sleep like Muhammad Ali As melodic moon gently glows Rather dance than chance sleepwalking Music on the radio inspires tapping toes Somehow my muse has been set loose Not sure how long she will purple parade She’ll always inspire my writing blue truths Despite sleepless night or fiesta less day I hear the whiz of emerald electricity It’s so quiet I’d...

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verse 1 Mr Nice Man nice disguise at the front just like your own paintings blur the edges just like Salvador. verse 2 Promising prizes not like the wisest dont act like you care Predator. Chorus your floating in the wrong seas your fighting me for what for your hunting for the wrong things all like Salvador. Chorus 2 Your fighting in the wrong seas hunting for the wrong things up side down, wrong...

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( from my work in progress' Dance of the Seas' ) Draft 1 verse 1 Step into the water going under searching further left or right verse 2 Holding my own deep in the Ocean spend time following your both alike chorus mimic the rules language toys left or right conditions of the night verse 3 Holding their own, here we go again taking my hand and following orders its just language toys we're both...

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Needles on the dresser, pipes in your hands, Chaos as the soundtrack to a childhood undone. Screams that hurt my ears, objects thrown and broken, tears on faces. When I think of my childhood, instead of being greeted by the warm and the good, though there was plenty. These are the memories that my brain...

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Pitbull Boxing the rules have changed/ It's a little different in this pitbull Boxing ring/ We fight till the death, nothing more or less/ There's no time to think, no time to catch your breath/ Put your paws up, I'll make you suck a knuckle/ Step into the ring, I'll beat you to the buckle/ Once I lock on you, there's...

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