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.
Life be uncivilized
Some days,
No heads-up-
Still we walk onward like fire
Won't fold us.
Pain
Runs late,
Lurking,
Long- winded existing
But we keep living like loss
Can't lock our light.
Hope
Hits hard,
Lifting
Low Spirits-
Letting lost legends lean
Back into their vigor.
Silence originated a scent-
But it fades up-tempo
When real strength walks in.
One move like victory in rise and fall
Steps thumping the ground like a warning,
Revising the mandates with every swagger.
One spray courage like a crown-
Radiant, lucid powerful enough to shift the
Leeway.
Every inhale is affirming space, crisp enough
To make the horizon rise with one.
Silence be funky sporadically-
Truth incarcerated too long in the lightness,
Soone step in, unshaken, untwisted,
Unequivocal.
One deodorize the Silence with one's voice-
Velvet thunder, golden fragments and
Triumphant enough to change the gust of air.
HEAVENLY KISSES XL1sonnet 41
HEAVENLY KISSES a sonnet
(a changing life)
At NIGHT, fog, frost, Torment&Worry
Next DAY, snow, lightning, Fire &Distress
From GRIEF, angst, sorrow, Disgrace,Ridicule
With JOY, ease, wins, Constant Day
The MOON, smoke, flame, Ox and Wagon
Love's LIGHT, floods,field, Knowledge is Sustenanced
Our OBJECTIVE human,travail, Faith and God
PURPOSED, prize,promise, &Thankfulness
What is GOOD,right,positive,do Mention
CULTIVATE,earth, floods, to AVOID
Sans COURAGE, praise, soul, be APART
With FEAR, lies, strife, soon Reigns
Everything changes:Everyone loves:We, all ,incline to hate;
We ,who meditate these Words,understand the human state
Dust gathers
on the sleeves of morning,
while sunlight hides
inside tired hands.
The city wakes slowly...
steel shutters,
factory smoke,
a kettle singing
in a worker's kitchen.
Someone walks toward another day,
carrying yesterday's exhaustion
like an invisible country
upon their back.
Yet dawn persists,
breaking through cracked pavements
and the stubborn courage
of ordinary people.
Flags rise like restless birds.
Voices gather
like rain before the storm.
Even silence
learns a different breath.
For every road,
every tower,
every window lit after dark
has passed through
the hands of someone unseen.
And somewhere
beneath the noise of the world,
a quiet truth endures:
No life is ever small.
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A life without love
is like a ship without seas,
like a night without stars,
like a forest without trees,
dark without light,
wrong without right.
A life without love
is no life.
While we must define,
what is it we seek,
commitment or courage,
resolve is so weak.
But there is one question
we dare not to speak,
why does true love
all too often grow bleak.
The answer's not simple,
it's somewhere inside,
life is so complex
like the ebbing of tide.
We know not tomorrow
what fate may decide;
life is but a battle
it won't be denied.
So, know now my friend,
all is not lost,
just live for today
and fear not the cost.
You're stronger than anything thrown at you
Life comes at you fast.
Take the helm and ride the storm.
AP: 1st place 2026
This urge to exhale without restraint
into the hardness of days heightens;
my own center accepting those lapses
when my frail body readily perishes
amidst dreary seasons :
yes, I am weary;
How mournful the thieving of dear life rips,
as I blame the ticks which pluck hours
from rails of courage, from immense grit...
am I simply existing or prevailing?
Yet, precious moments past relieve time's woe,
that a fullness of seasons once held
me beyond earthly limitations...
now, the purpose of existence
eludes my soul ...where uncertainty
becomes part of tested faith.
He died on the field, to live in the heart,
Lifted are nations by heroes that fall;
Never we’ll know on which ground he took part;
But then, the truth is, he died on them all.
He held, on that day, “No evil shall pass!
No, not today, though I die at my post!”
Courage is not just a word by the crass,
But rises with flames, when duty calls most.
What shall we think of a life cut so short?
There once died a rose, that others might bloom;
What shall that death to the living report?
There once rose a call, that lives past the Tomb:
To face every danger, never to lag,
And to embody what’s meant by the flag.
Rather than deep dives into the daily news
I’ve been taking deep dives off cliffs with views
For the news only makes me more and more pissed
Though after my latest dive off a cliff, ~ I no longer exist
This life, a boon unasked,
Though with eddies and sudden twists.
Even at dead ends, a passage opens.
Move forward without dread
Our task here is to ‘seek and find’.
I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
~ Emily Dickinson, 1855
What will I find beyond the lantern’s light,
what dwells in shadows along the path~
will it cause fright to invade my timid soul,
or will it ignite an ember of courage,
and will I allow the ember to flare into a fierce fire
to burn away dross and purify my spirit?
Mysteries of Life
Treading these roads of Mysteries
Experiences, Turning of chapters of
Plots and twist of Life.
What are the mysteries of Life?
Riddles, Secrecies, Perceptions.
Follow one's intuition and lucidity not a
Hindrance to be unraveled.
A basis of one's longing to overstand.
Embrace one's mysteries, No amount
Of self-disgust can rectify one's past.
And no volume of anxiety can change
One's future.
Continue to maintain your mystery of
One's life.
Out of the brokenness
Comes beauty
Something once hidden
Is now free
Free to be seen
Free to fly
Free to live
Before it was bound
Strangled
Barely hanging on
Desperate
Sometimes it begins with a small crack
Then
There are times
A sudden bursting
Regardless of how
Regardless of when
Regardless of why
Out of the brokenness
Deliverance
A bursting forth in a brilliance of light
Live
Fly
Freedom is yours.
©Deborah Seale 2026
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Rugged
Kansas prairie
Her hands rough with dawn tasks
His fingers trace Braille on table
Austere
Schoolhouse
ink and sweat smell
of small hands learning Braille~
a language pressed on waiting skin.
Alive.
Fifteen
Scrappy children
Clarabel, Dulce, John~
syllables hauled up* from the well
sweat, tears
Drought years
Calluses, sweat,
Stiff-backed, and obstinate
Heavy with weight of wheat and words
Courage.
At dusk,
they counted heads
and sang hymns of harvest~
Only thirteen grew tall as wheat.
Strength, faith
*hauled up from the well refers to both a physical action of rescue as well a metaphorical expression of support or accountability.