Invictus Poems - Poems about Invictus

In a forest dim with paths untold, "The Road Not Taken" did unfold. Robert Frost, with gentle prose, Asked which path a traveler chose. William Henley's "Invictus" pride, In darkness, strength will never hide. "Unconquerable," his soul's refrain, Through trials, resilience does sustain. Max Ehrmann's "Desiderata" gleams, With timeless wisdom, guiding dreams. In silence, peace we often find, In storms, seek calm within the mind. José Rizal's...

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Beneath the stars' unyielding light, I tread the path, this waking dream. Through tempests fierce, through ether mist, Her echo whispers: 'This too shall pass.' Not heaven's wrath nor fortune's past Can quench the fire within my breast. Though wounds may carve their lasting art, Red traced the map of my loving heart. My chains are forged of night and day, And time chall...

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*Inspired By Nelson Mandela Out of the Pitts of Darkness, In the Absence Of Light where even the faintest smile Glistens, In Spite there I give thanks to the Higher Power Abode That I, have Inherited this INVICTUS Soul Despite the Heavy and Unjust hand that's dealt I, have not Give In amongst this...

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Esoteric enchantress mellifluously serenades Abattoir hymn of threnody in this boudoir Quintessential embodiment of thanatopsis Quixotic dreamscape’s lachrymose fountain Melody of scarlet puppetry in a masquerade Grandiloquent gaiety phantasmagoric vitae...

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In the darkest depths, without my sight, A soul unyielding, endless is the night. Through trials fierce, I stand, I stand alone, With spirit unwavering, when free I roam. No matter storms that fiercely rage, I find solace within, a hole unfilled. In the clutch of fate's unyielding grip, My spirit soars, my soul, my ship. Beyond the shadows that cast doubt and...

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Hollow odes lament where waves crash depthless Oh! How ocean lacking light spills woe so! Lackluster grays wail unkempt longingness Lone stander bleeds the dreams of times ago O'er the screaming wind, a seagull's bleak cries weeps of cloudiness usurping the day Heaven's warmth obscured, and now coldness vies, overwhelming where vast emptiness slays Left purposeless, wavering...

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After all the arrows and spears that has been pointed to us, We have been immortal, we have been invincible... We have been undisputed, thus, Together we proved to be– inevitable. With the help of the great sire We have crossed each and every fire. Enduring with our father's name, We have not been singed...

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In the beginning, the Word stood alone, A solitary witness to creation. Its single nascent syllable was pleasant in tone, But found itself in need of conversation. In the beginning, the Word harnessed time, Till language lit the darkness of existence. It wove an epic narrative of meter and rhyme For Echo to get jiggy with Narcissus. In the beginning, the Word could...

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None of this so new to touch these many things View an evening hue and know what joy it brings Inhaled with nostrils flared aroma sweetly drifting From furnaces aflame with bread as breath of life. We have walked before the color of these steps, With lips pursed as if to whistle, fingers poised to Pluck each thistle; sacrificing moments thick With...

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I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul, Shackled and bound naught pensive mood, Errant thy mind unique ahold, Gift naught against ...

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Invictus The stories that shows the resilient spirit, against all odds and rationally is empiric. It is not where the hero is seeking attention, it’s the nameless person providing redemption. The living urge in purity of spirit, without we could not exist, only by lost egos continuously resists. Walking on dreams, prayers and whispers clearly spoken, solitary spirits changing everything what is...

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Invictus The stories that shows the resilient spirit, against all odds and rationally is empiric. It is not where the hero is seeking attention, it’s the nameless person providing redemption. The living urge in purity of spirit, without we could not exist, only by lost egos continuously resists. Walking on dreams, prayers and whispers clearly spoken, solitary spirits changing everything what is...

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Here in my head, the chaos whirls - Thoughtful impulse rips and swirls, Black and white, from grays to red, The chaos swirls, here in my head. ...

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Bind my hands Shackle my feet Rain lashes on my body Prick, prod, impale and crucify You can impound my freedom You can bludgeon me bloody... Still, I stand tall Proud, unbowed, My spirit is yet free I am yet, the master of my soul! (Inspired by W.E. Henley's Invictus) ~Contest: A Freed Verse ~Sponsor: Brian Strand. ~"I Stand Here" contest Sponsor: craig cornish...

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It can feel like 'Fox' News is invincible foe, Loves to salt news with pyrite to trick you, although Like a thief that's just dumb, at the crime scene too long, Greed can make them quite careless and mangle their song. 'No lunch ever is free,' keep this lesson in mind, But the ax that Fox grinds, to the poor...

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