Have A Go At It Poems - Poems about Have A Go At It

Rise and Go

When morning softly calls your name,
Yet body begs for sleep’s embrace,
Remember, dreams still burn their flame,
And only you can set their pace.

When obstacles block every view,
And others claim, “It’s not for you,”
Stand firm and say, “I’ll see this through,
My steps will break these walls in two.”

When hope feels lost and skies are grey,
Let heart become

The Traffic Moves On, So Do I

The Traffic Moves On, So Do I

I
Stuck on the road full of a heavy traffic
Inch by inch , no movements are automatic
Drivers do rant, shouting their personal tactic
Someone says “hey, go ahead.. damn pathetic”

II
That loud voices echoed in my ears
Recognize voices who caused my unstoppable tears
The pain of betrayal that brings back my fears
And carry

It Just Won't Let Me Go

       Something’s rumbling inside me
        pushing, kicking
        shoving, shouting 
     And it won’t let me go, oh no
     It just won’t let me go… 

  

Letting Go Of Past Mistakes

Pictures there upon the wall, each person once held me dear.
At times we were living together, now not one lives near.
Each has a life they must live and thoughts on which to ponder.
My life goes on, I grow old and still I can’t but wonder,
How different things could have been, if love we didn’t squander.

It’s

Just two ways to go

Pray, what use vouching witless words so vain?
For men to trail, only two trails seem sane: 
Youthful beauty’s well-bestowed a bosom,
Retire or else to woods, make ho nor hum.  
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Translation | 21.08.2025 | beauty, men, romance, women, forest, world
Note: Here is

Let me go

Let me go

Why am I left sad

When you were nothing bad

Why am I left writing

So you can go carrying on living

I am fulled with nothing but rage 

Because you left me in a cage

Had me smothered in your sage

All at such a young age 

I am left with nothing but pieces of my childhood 

With

Go Grandma

Isn’t that my grandma standing right there in that queue
Where that queue is heading to I do not have a clue
So I don’t know why Grandma’s there or what she plans to do
But I do know, if I don’t know, then frankly… nor do you

The queue is moving slowly, just one step now and again
But

SLOW MURMUR

SLOW MURMUR 
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there’s a kind of
                 s a d n e s s
that seeps into your skin;
          it lets you breathe
         

When Summer Lets Go

Quote:  
“Nature's first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leaf's a flower; 
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf, 
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day 
Nothing gold can stay” 
... Robert Frost 

[Verse] 
It’s the hour of summer’s last breath, 
Golden days

I Go To Seek A Great Perhaps, as That Is What I Was After Too

The days crack like porcelain
under the heel of my wanting.
I am a spine of restless birds,
feathers slick with salt and early light—
my mouth tasting the metal
of doors I have not opened.

They ask me why.
Why walk without a destination?
Why carry a compass
if you don’t believe in north?

I tell them—
the road does not need an ending
to be

Learn To Let Go

You cannot make work everything as per your plans
As there is already a roadmap 

You cannot fix all the misunderstandings
As there is already a home built for trust issues

Don't put efforts to make undesired connections 
As connections are not for long lasting 

Follow mindfulness 
As karma is real which hits in its way

Make a habit

Dad

Even though fathers might all seem similar in some ways
They are actually all different as are cats and bears
Or even pirates and trees regardless of hidden fees

When working in the woods
Dad was a bear and a force to be reckoned with
But like a famous man, “he preferred it nice and peaceful”

 He liked to be

BABY YOU GO CHOP-

Baby you go chop no bodi knew its glory;
You go starve for affection
Hungry you de going to sidon
Go shion darling
You’re Jimgru
U de going to sidon
Go shion darling
You’re hungry later on top
Baby love me feed me
Honey you no get be hungry
Wetins go on
Baby you go chop
Baby you go chop
Baby you go chop
Baby you go chop





8/4/25
Written words

Go Fish The Big One

Remember as a child playing cards,
Go Fish?
A child's life and fishing go together,
dreaming about catching the big one.
How big is the big one?
At what age will they catch it?
Will it be from land or from a boat?
Yes a child will dream about the big one,
the big one being on the end of their fishing line.
One

Letting Go

Like sand held in my hand,
I know I squeezed too tight,
Grain by grain you will drift away,
And with wind take flight.

I'll keep my hands wide open,
I'm stepping to the side,
So when you look about you,
Your space is open wide.

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