Hard Fought Poems - Poems about Hard Fought

...WRITTEN IN PSYCHEDELIC INK Wrongly chosen words convey naught Creating impressions of the wrong sort Even when inspiring lines deny empathy Especially showing contempt for simile Causing bloo......Read the rest...

...Quote: A man can fail many times, but he isn’t a failure until he begins to blame somebody else. John Burroughs ________________________________________ Inspired by life’s goals, winners are int......Read the rest...

...The shape of the world is not a man standing on a globe, or a man dressed in white robe, it is the shape of the heart that leaves you scrambling in the dark. It resonates through the machines and di......Read the rest...

...Haiti rhymes with LIBERTY Ayiti rhymes with DIGNITY Haiti rhymes with BEAUTY Ayiti rhymes with DECENCY Which is the first step to proudly Hoist the slippery hills or climb the rocky Mountains o......Read the rest...

...(1.) A Dark Curse She Still Comes To Torture Me O' my darling, why do you look like so ghostlike Your creamy skin looks like burnt-over ash Hole in chest, were you stabbed with a spike But a......Read the rest...

...Morning Sun calls from behind the occasional cloud above seeking those willing to rise and face the drudgery of yet another day’s fruitless effort. Uninvited rays of warmth intrude upon my slothful d......Read the rest...

...So, what is Beauty? One may say it is the rose another, perhaps, would say luscious lips, and a cute ski nose a loving mother would say definitely her children a proud father would say......Read the rest...

...Sharpened pens were brutal swords; a war was forged Blow after blow was struck, with blood rage engorged Not one single word between them had been spoken No flag of truce waved, or fri......Read the rest...

... one slowly adds, hard fought with persistence until much feels like naught ---------- A Sept, a seven line poem with syllable counts of 1/2/3/4/3/2/1......Read the rest...

...PRELUDE. When the sky and world are dark no sounds are heard in the woods. Perhaps the scrabbling of night creatures on the hunt fo food. But no sound of woodpeckers ra ta tatting, bird song is dimi......Read the rest...

...Strange how we accept the lies. Strange how we ignore the cries. It’s strange watching fascists claim their pride for soldiers who died fighting for what they now justify. It’s strange how we al......Read the rest...

...No deeply rooted history, nor implied ordered liberty, abortion, gutted like a trout, dismembered, lies there, bleeding out. Hyperbole is through the roof, a million times more fun than truth,......Read the rest...

...Refusing Diligence, To Do Even Basic Math Why do we too oft blindly walk a deep, darken path Through the volleys of arrows shot by Fate's mighty wrath When in this wicked world, we could accept ......Read the rest...

...I will leave this world kicking – (the Reaper would have it easier elsewhere); I will not leave without sticking~like glue, to the places I love and to those for whom I care – believing that on......Read the rest...

... A question I have asked myself of late: what essence does this poetry possess which differentiates it from mere prose, and gives distinction to its 'poemness'? Sometimes, at least to ......Read the rest...