Long Grind Poems
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It's Game Time!
A New Year, a new mind
Never rewind; fast forward to our grind time.
Our Shine illuminates the world with some simple rhymes but knowledge.
As we are attending college, pray for our profit.
Pray we stay honest in a barrel full of crabs.
This world is trying to grab our soul, eat us whole, sink us below, but we cannot go low.
The only way we know is home, heaven-sent.
We are Pitching to the kids because the grown mind is already corrupt.
Struck with illusions, pornographic confusion, we are living in ruins, building on top of death.
There could never be true peace until God sends back his seed, replant his garden.
Eden Reborn, it's more than a dream, but a vision that's has been created, outdated.
Walking by Faith, Pray we Graduate on our new start, never park
We going for it until we win it all
We are PoeticVibes
Flow River flow
Flow from the serene mountain tops
Amid the lush green trees or barren rocks
We know you will never stop
While grinding those stubborn rocks
Which always tries to hinder your flows
As obstacles like rocks tries to stop our life
But confidence and our faith breaks them and grinds them fast
Flow River flow
And never wait to grind them in pieces
Always continue your non stop watch
To provide us nectar like water and life
Not only to humans, but to the whole world lot
Including the fields, forests and plants
Without forgetting animals, birds and every single insects
Which are your darling children, you always give us a lesson
Not to get tired like a River and continue our strife
Till our journey ultimately get mingled and lost
In the vast sea of life
Ravindra
[email protected]
Entered for Flow River flow contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Kanpur India 6th January 2010
A weight that presses down, a burden to bear,
A life of struggle, with no escape to share.
It's not a choice, but a fate that's been cast,
A daily grind, with no respite to forecast.
The pain of not having, a gnawing, hollow ache,
More piercing than death, with no solace to partake.
No one hears our cries, no one lends a hand,
We're chased like dogs, with no place to stand.
Every morning dawns, with tears that won't dry,
Hoping for a change, that may never arrive.
We wish for someone, to share our plight,
A listening ear, a comforting sight.
But friends abandon us, with no explanation given,
Leaving us alone, with our struggles unspoken.
Our minds are restless, our thoughts a jumbled mess,
No peace, no calm, just a constant stress.
We beg for accommodation, with no place to call home,
People take advantage, and use us, all alone.
They exploit our vulnerability, with no regard for our pain,
Leaving us feeling used, and worthless, like a stain.
The world judges us, with a critical eye,
While others pray for our downfall, and whisper "good riddance" by.
We talk to the air, to trees and grass, in desperation,
Hoping someone, anyone, will hear our lamentation.
We pray for a miracle, a glimmer of hope,
But even our prayers, seem to fall on deaf ears, and slope.
Tears fall, and dry, as we struggle to cope,
Our self-worth dwindling, like a withering scope.
The pain of not having, a weight that's hard to bear,
Creates wounds in our heart, and problems beyond compare.
It eats away at us, like a slow-moving decay,
Leaving us feeling disillusioned, unwanted, and gray.
But still we hold on, to the hope that's within,
A spark that flickers, a light that shines from within.
For in the darkness, there's a glimmer of light,
A chance for change, a new dawn to take flight.
RECOGNITION
I wonder, is there an eternal truth
A concept ignored in busy youth
Yet some claim it is real, forsooth
But isn’t everything a mere fiction
All subject to subjective depiction
Or is it out there, for all to find
The comfort of loving brings relief
Yet the hoping for it requires belief
Or is it like an autumnal falling leaf
With something greater to discover
Rejecting a story to accept another
Maybe indecision of a different kind
Distractions require one not to waver
Personal sacrifice and strict behaviour
Giving recognition to the one saviour
For the few, commandments are law
Such a view is based on faith for sure
Rare, in a logic-driven scientific mind
For recognition, truth is in the name
Cognition is still thought all the same
But considering options is not a game
For many, it’s their chosen way of life
That seems to help with joy and strife
Offering a way through the daily grind
The Way of Time
Time is the essence of life; it’s the key ingredient
that lies in every heartbeat, an urgency that flows
With every breath we take.
This earthen body experiences life lessons, texting
Its limiting nature, while circulating its last breath.
Once the clock starts ticking, like a Rolex watch,
Any lost tempo in the timeline is a missed opportunity
made unregainable, altering the rhythm of life.
So utilize it wisely by turning mere existence into
A legacy left behind in time.
Take presence as your canvas and paint your
Rembrandt in self-command.
Its value is in its passion, conveying all of life's
colors, emotions, losses, hurts, and sufferings.
Then wrap them up in joyous expectation and
Share them with the world.
Get on the grind; waste no more energy on
Trivialities with no lasting gain.
Overcome obstacles to accomplishment.
Be inclined to make time for your
Prime time as you shine.
Before the curtain closes.
In divine creation:
God took His spirit (time) with the universe,
Man, in His image, used His presence as a gift
To astound the world with your masterpieces.
In an elaborate piece that leaves them all in
disbelief.
When profit guides the needs of man,
the wise withdraw to where they can
look closely at just what they need,
although it's true, you must succeed
in feeding family and provide
the things that keep us all alive.
When things look bleak and fall apart
look deep for what is in your heart,
don't let the bastards grind you down
or even let them see you frown.
Just bare your soul for all to see,
a winner you will always be.
But I don't care the deed is done
and I'll continue having fun
for when you've lived as long as me
important things have changed you see.
They're not the things that you can buy
but those you carry when you die.
Ivor G Davies
A leaf, I sail dream on your life, the stream,
till I reach the sea, your touch I’ll retain.
If you go feral in flood, drown my dream,
I’ll save my heart, won’t let it break in pain.
On flow of passion afloat I’ll remain,
for in your lapping arms I’ll sleep again.
A bird, I fly in your azure, the sky.
When summer storm rushes on charcoal cloud,
if you let it snap my wings, make me cry,
with dry tears my welled emotions I’ll shroud.
In frail nest my longing will stay avowed,
for in your horizon I’ll sing aloud.
A pebble, I toss in your swell, the sea.
When tempest strikes, waves go out of control,
if you crush me, fling in sands of debris,
I’ll search for your sapphire sheen in my soul.
In its splendor I’ll again become whole,
on the shore of your heart I want to roll.
If you grind my heart I’ll spring a surprise,
plucking love for you from the dust I’ll rise.
Posted : May 16, 2019
Contest : Urban Sonnet
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
Rhyme : checked on rhymezone.com
Syllable count : 10 each line
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
June 19, 2020
Contest : Write A Poem About Enthusiasm
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
What if color was but a tone and people called the world their home...?
Then life would be better than this, much better than this kindles', and tablets' and bits'.
What about giving and recieving gifts?
Throwing fits you are not going to get and do not you forget.
Stones break windows and lights signify night.
Sticks swing at people then hitch and then hike.
It is what it is but it may not be what it may.
Speak your free minds but beware of what it is you must say.
I need today every single last day.
When they're gone, we are far, far away.
Believe in yourself, stand up tall in your frame.
Reality bites so live life-like a likable game.
Secrets are whispers that pass among men.
Tell them wisely or keep them within.
Please say thank you whenever you say,
Something nice, doing a good deed everyday.
Money is the fine price we all must, we pay.
Buying happiness online at a high interest rate.
Inflation keeps rising and going up, up and away.
The cost of life is but a price check away from becoming your fate.
Today and tomorrow are equally great.
The end always begins with a brand new, a clean slate.
Wait in line for a really long time.
Buy a snack from that one guy floating a sign.
Wave these bygones be bye gone with the last hours, left behind song.
Buckle up for the bustle and get down with your hustle, just grind long.
Be your best, your very best, all through this day.
Only to believe today is being your day to be brave.
Asking everyone including us all, and you too,
What if color was but a tone and people called the world their home...?
Then life would be better than this, much better than this kindles', and tablets', and bits'.
Oh my!
10-16-17
Steel cuts flesh beneath a burning sky,
Men fall like cinders, yet leaders vie;
Their mouths speak honor, their hearts speak greed,
Feeding on death, sowing the seed.
Rivers run red where children played,
The cries of the innocent by egos betrayed;
Flags drip blood where no mercy stands,
A monument built with trembling hands.
The drum of boots drowns out despair,
While generals lounge in their gilded chair;
Each life lost is a number, a pawn,
Their selfish hunger stretches on and on.
Bones grind beneath the marching pride,
Mothers shatter, widows hide;
The world roars not for justice won,
But for the glory of a single sun.
Smoke curls over shattered towns,
Grief wears a crown, terror wears a gown;
All reason drowned in the thirst to rule,
War is ego, sharp and cruel.
Yet in the shadow of ruin’s wake,
A truth emerges, impossible to fake:
No throne, no medal, no battle scar
Can cleanse the sin of ego’s war.
It so happen,
The hungry whale in hearty amity,
with an invisible scowl and a dreadful leer.
Led him to the gallows.
blackened by whorish adventurous traverse on many beds,
with mascara concealed the treacherous venom of invading serpent,
Delilah dressed in the garbs of Deborah,
gives a Judas kiss to their prey,
and at the other counting house,
quarrying on the destinies of many,
insincerity, what evil stems from your whorish womb,
hunting for prey as missioners from hell.
Did they find a victim in you?
The gold is now dross,your eyes gauged and locks cut.
And You the victim, Sometimes in reminisce,
Your dreams revived,
Yet, trudging the barren hill down the desolate vales
The Burden of Dumah,
buried at the alter of Jezebel
And there he sleeps,
cowering in the ship to Tarshish,
Is this the place for rest?
Ah! Terror concealed with a kiss,
The timber soon are strained.
This sinkhole is a path to misery,
many men groan on that path.
Tales of woe unspoken.
A thousand beckoning subtle smiles, could be the doorway to death,
with wanton lust enticing men of big dreams from the pathways.
Hush!
Should These Despots succeed?
Buried destinies,
Murdered dreams,
Swapped mission,
Alas!
In that grave over there,
crammed with unfulfilled destinies.
buried between their thighs.
Oh Man! Guard Your unfulfilled mission,
Lest like Samson,
You grind in the Mill.