Courage Life Poems | Examples
These Courage Life poems are examples of Life poems about Courage. These are the best examples of Life Courage poems written by international poets.
On love’s straightforward way I slipped,
When careless, gone astray, I slipped.
When taking a shortcut in life,
Walking on feet of clay I slipped.
Spoiled a spotless pure persona,
When on a one night’s stay I slipped.
She’s not the same person since then,
Forgotten I’ve today, I’d slipped.
And still, courage the least I have
To confess it and say I’d slipped.
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Ghazal | 14.09.2025 | life, love,
A point of time alone I mark,
And shine it best I may,
And plant brave flowers upon the way,
Before I must embark.
If later in life you find regret for all that's done or not yet done, find the strength to realise, it took great courage to establish one, for not all things are human bound, some are holy like angels prayer, and when you go to cross on over, the rest in done, and waiting there.
Before each sunrise,
One must live through a whole night;
Be brave in between.
It softens the edges of cruelty,
makes judgment feel like care,
makes exile look like protection.
It wraps the blade in velvet and calls it mercy.
I have stood in rooms full of warmth
and felt nothing but frost inside my chest.
Because warmth without understanding is suffocation.
Because heat without truth is manipulation.
They smiled as they sentenced me.
They prayed as they cast me out.
They said it was for my own good.
But I saw the fire in their eyes,
and it was not holy.
It was hungry.
Heat demands conformity.
It melts difference.
It punishes the cold for daring to remain solid.
But I did not melt.
I did not bend.
I did not become what they needed me to be.
I am the frost.
I do not lie.
I do not soften.
I do not hide.
In the cold, everything is revealed.
The breath. The wound. The truth.
There is no illusion in frost.
Only clarity.
So let them burn.
Let them bask.
Let them believe their heat is holy.
I will remain.
Sharp.
Clear.
Unmelted.
Because heat is a lie.
And I am the truth it cannot touch.
silent wounds turn stubborn into strength,
over broken earth, courage takes slow root,
under each scar, light relearns the language of living.
A whimsical melody.
Or a ghostly one. It's always one.
On a hill. In the woodlands. Among
Oaks and birch trees wind
Twinkles in between layers of
The moment.
Moment - seems like something
Unequivocal
Yet the truth of it can never be fully
grasped. I get lost in the
Labirynths of understanding to find only
Misunderstandings. The rare clarity.
What makes a moment:
Colours, textures, scents, sounds
A world within or beyond
Me?
My mind. My past. My understanding of the past.
My sure
misunderstanding of the past. And the fact
That perhaps I just said 'I love you' or simply
'shall we grab a coffe'.
Or when I say nothing at all.
The Now
With infinite potentials.
Like a piece of clay I yet need to dare
To grasp. I think I need more courage.
Then I see that it comes to me
regardless.
30.08.25
#Life
Tour of trials and hostility, in this cave, life capture's my soul, hell prey's for my flesh, indoctrination waits in ambush for my mental GPS. With this God DIY tools, equiped to unearth parth's long consumed by creation and evolution...
from four cardinals of earth, horns of wisdom positions distressed and discareded abilities of mother nature. Waterfall's bearing rebirth, cleansing drained long extinct men conscience...
from under earth plates, smokes with insence, awakening purities long ingraved in packages of human descendency to life. Hijacked dreams and hopes of child's maps of earth, peals from bondages of captivity and brainwash...
The world, for the first time, wows and collides with rage, for denied and amputated abilities, that earth stole from genesis. Rise of greatness, beyond wisdom and intelligency, degenaration in every hole and pores of earth and men, here and there pillars of change, marking the begining of magnitude.
#Poetic_Ink
The first time we met was last night
Feelings flew like rockets in the sky
You were bashful and a little coy
Your cuteness I could never deny
We were all sitting around one table
Enjoying the company and our beer
More people showed up at the table
You set on my lap whispering in my ear
We were flirting with each other
Then planning out our future to be
It started out as fun but it got serious
Maneuvering life just to be with me
Throwing all caution to the wind
Together in life we took a chance
And we will ride this to the end
Our lives one as long as life grants
I was the house
At my window
There was a neon sign:
- Fixing broken things -
Every doorstep crossing
Took a piece of me and left
I became a house without the walls
without the curtains
without a table
A ruin
But
One morning
Standing across the mirror
I became a foundation
Troughing and cresting
Cresting and troughing
Going down a bit, to rise again
Feeling the jolt but not yielding to the strain
Riding through and roughing it
Steady on the board and rising through it
Not staying low for long
Just riding through, sturdy and strong
Gathering momentum to catch another crest,
Owning the board, rising no less
Not getting too comfortable while floating above
Steady on the board is key___
Owning it and riding free with love
Feeling the splash and the zeal
Embracing and embodying the thrill
Cresting and troughing
Troughing and cresting
With each wave, keep learning and besting
I thought to climb the mountain
then thought
why any need for atop?
Could just stay in a valley
where, less chance of a smashing
flop!
And if I flew, some aircraft of sort --
passenger, better chance I could safely
have same view --
Nah! What the heck!
Break-a-leg, as they say in the theater
The captain may down with his ship
trapeze artist, chance a deadly slip
I will perish someday, anyway~ if
not by faulty rope, a bad performance, a
capsizing storm, or poorly timed flip --
Shall we once more, in mountains of our thought,
Gaze down upon the vastness of our ground,
And know that for the meadows newly sought,
The flowering fields shall not by us be found?
Shall we recall that bronze took place of stone,
And then in turn to iron did yield its way;
That ships of sail no more the oceans own,
And brilliant sunlight lasts for but a day?
Shall we, in embers of the distant past,
Remember living forms that brought our dawn,
But, by that gift of birth, their fate was cast,
And we the reason that their time has gone?
O, things shall pass, and it were ever thus:
'Tis more bitter, though, now that it is us.
They said he couldn't the path was too steep,
But dreams don't belong to the ones who sleep.
With fire in his heart and a storm in his eyes,
He walked through the shadows, aiming for skies.
A man on a mission, his purpose was deep,
A promise to honor, a vow he would keep.
He stumbled and fell, time after time,
Yet rose ever stronger, with resolve sublime.
He faced the giants, the silence, the flame,
Each scar on his soul whispered his name.
Not driven by praise, nor tempted by gold,
But to honour a story that had to be told.
The spirit within him refused to comply,
It shattered all limits and learned how to fly.
No fear in his voice, no tear in his eye
For even the stars were born in the sky.
Pick-A-Title, Vol 54 Poetry Contest // Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
( 2nd Place )
Written: August 13, 2025
It stalks in silent corners of the mind.
A whisper, jagged, dark, and undefined.
Its claws creeps walls we dare not show,
eyes ecstatic where our hearts should glow.
It scoff on mistrust, on every hidden fear,
gnawing at the edges of what we hold dear,
A silent growl underneath the laughing sound.
A truth too fierce to face the day unbound.
Yet deep down inside the marrow of this fight.
A spark ignites a flutter of quiet light.
We don’t meet the beast with sword or shield
but with the quiet courage the heart alone can hold
It howls, it rampage, yet we will not fall,
it's shadow recoils before our inner call.
The beast is vicious, but we are more vicious still--
Adepts of the darkness by our iron will.