Long Stubbornly Poems
Long Stubbornly Poems. Below are the most popular long Stubbornly by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Stubbornly poems by poem length and keyword.
You are a mystery to me
so rigid, confining
yet setting me free-
so sure of yourself
but wholly without arrogance
holding your ground
no matter the circumstance
stubbornly constant
yourself unchanging
I find my life
you're incessantly
rearranging
Yet your radiant beauty
is splendid and fine
you need no dressing up
for you are naturally sublime
and you daily achieve
what I can only aspire
guiding, inspiring
others higher and higher
Your standards are demanding
attention commanding
you're unwavering
worth savoring
and constantly expanding
my hopes, my fears
my understanding
And although, at times
you wound me deeply
and sometimes
I treat you cheaply-
I feel that perhaps
you're the only friend
who will be here 'til the end
my oldest friend
from earliest youth
my rock, my counselor
my teacher-
Truth
I buried the past, yet flowers still rise from the soil of forgotten memories,
Roots tangled in dreams and longings that stubbornly refuse to die,
The earth retains traces of pain, transforming suffering into petals of grace,
Even shadows need light to dance at the edge of silent brilliance.
A silent reminder—not everything that disappears is lost, not everything that haunts comes to harm,
I step forward, but echoes follow me like footprints left in the sands of time past,
Proof that I was there, that I lived and felt, that I still am, still remain,
In a world where past and present weave an eternal dance, a song of what once was.
I wish to forget, but flowers grow, living memories that bloom in the soil of my heart,
Roots stretching, binding me to moments that refuse to be forgotten, refuse to fade,
Each step forward is accompanied by the shadows of footsteps left on paths of old,
A dance between what I was and what I am, between light and darkness, between yesterday and today.
the firmament
generously bled violet
at the moment of truth;
our love-light,
a diamond
brightly sparkling in the dark.
granted we've tasted both
the nectar and bitterness of a world
that tried to obliterate
the steadfast foundation we built,
yet, we stubbornly grasped...
onto the rope of endurance;
your knuckles white
and bleeding into mine,
w i t h s t a n d i n g
the sinews of the passing years,
where weaker threads
would snap and fray apart.
we learned
to map and anchor
the rhythm of our trepidations
deep within the soul...
it's a bond time can't erase.
we are but two travelers
on life's serpentine road.
now look where...
the lilac blossoms glow...
a promise
sealed by everything
we survived;
no longer merely a ghost-light,
or a dream,
but a ribbon tied...
around a jacaranda tree.
Buoyant ship built to remain afloat through voyages of my life
As she navigates the stormiest of seas. An unsinkable ship with
Loyal hands at the helm. The ship's keel averts her from toppling.
Look at her forge ahead! Weather-beaten, yet stubbornly endures
Against furious, rising tides; defying all odds against her as she
Sets sail on her perilous, tempestuous odyssey. Indestructible,
This mother ship reaches all harbors intact, for she is, my faith.
Date written and posted: 06/10/2018
I close my eyes and dream of a space,
To call my own, my own personal place,
I hear voices around me, so muffled and contrived,
Do they not see me standing here, Am I still alive?
The air that fills my lungs, isnt it in yours as well?
And before you knew Salvation didnt you taste of a charring hell?
Ready to point fingers, ready to lay blame,
Do you know how I got here, from whence I came?
When did you earn the right to stand in judgement of me?
Have you blown the breath of life into another entity?
I am not above you nor do I claim to be,
I will not hide below you for the sake of my sanity,
I will stand stubbornly rooted and look unflinchingly upon your face,
And when you are ashamed enough, kindly step out of my personal space.
There's a storm raging inside of me
Tearing me apart I rarely allow images from the past to haunt me
But as of this moment
I can not stop the influx of pictures that are marching behind my eyes
We have both changed
Been down so many roads
Sometimes together
So often apart
As I sit here reading past poetry slowly arriving at the present
I realize it's an anthology of us
Eighteen is when I wrote my last poem
Forty-one was the age I began again
The year I believed I had lost you
I had no need of poetry while we were together
Rhythm balance and beauty was written into the fabric of our lives
A harmony few ever achieve
But even those whose stories are written in the stars
Can come crashing down to earth
We have tenaciously clung one to the other
Even as we slice each other to pieces
I have always looked to the future
Seeing the better people we could become
You cling to past images
Not allowing yourself to let go of the perfection we had once achieved
Both of us stubbornly refusing to live in the present
And though I finally saw the error of our ways
I fear it may be too late
I have always been strong enough for the both of us
But as I look at you now
You've become everything I knew you could be
I feel the boot prints on my back
You have no need of me anymore
Is it time to forge my own path
Will I allow myself to let go
As a child, darkness
Stirred my heart, fear
Walked stubbornly
Across my thoughts, silencing
The tenderness that was
My mother’s love, the safety
Found in her heart, shelter
From harm, from the dark
As a woman, insecurity
Had a free rein in my thoughts,
Silencing the confidence, the faith
That might have encouraged
My belief in myself, my belief
In everyone else – but the fear
Haunted my feelings, my sensitivity
With its raging panic, it’s worry
The anxiety that brought such shame
As I grew older, the fear of
Losing – plagued me
I couldn’t let go of them,
The ones I love, the family
Who gave me so much joy
Love that will always be a light
Shining through the dark,
Whispering faith into my heart,
Erasing the loneliness, the doubt
That darkens my hopes,
Colors my prayers in shadows
But when death came, despite the fears
Grief accompanying the depths of pain…
I knew that the only fear that remained
Was the fear of never seeing them again
That is the reason I always pray
For Jesus to save those who remain
Because, above all else – whatever fears
Have darkened my thoughts – the only
Fear that is worthwhile…
Is the fear of God who I seek day and night
Matthew 10:28 (KJV) - And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.
Americans have overcome many great trials,
But harbor too some persistent denials.
Stubbornly clutching long-held positions,
Over time have become national traditions.
Pride in the sanctity of individualism,
Elevates in stature, creating a schism.
Unresolved core beliefs, rationalization,
Test the thinking of this citizen nation.
Answer Me This:
Why do so many use the credo that "the ends justify the means"?
Knowing that this is not always true is not a revelation.
Similarly, two wrongs do not make a right.
Provisional right and wrong are practically necessary.
Short-term gain cannot be exchanged sacrificing long-term integrity.
Answer Me This:
Why can't we resolve gender, race, religious, age and sexual orientation biases and discrimination?
Most of the world understands, we lag behind.
Nearly 7 billion people think of us as one human family.
Much of America still does not agree.
Answer Me this:
Why can't we balance individual self interest and collective interest equitably?
When individual interest substantially effects the health and safety of the collective, it must give way.
Answer Me This:
Why does our foreign policy say "my enemy's enemy is my friend"?
This faulty logic does not allow that the enemy's enemy may be another enemy.
This can lead to dire diplomatic consequences.
All these basic questions are easy to dismiss,
Eventually representing an intellectual abyss.
Our people have shown courage under duress,
Demonstrating kindness to others and selflessness.
Our ability to think, innovate, create,
Is really no matter for international debate.
The world sees our achievements one must confess,
Over centuries no other rivals America's progress.
So why, after all, can't you answer me this,
These things that we do and continually miss?
Under the dark blue sky
A pavilion drenched in morning dew
Lighted brightly by the saddened Moon
revealing truth
Drenched in dazzling, tempting lies
In the courtyard are lazing men
Blinded to tomorrow's looming fate
Gambling with broken dreams
And thoughts ,that have started to rot
Blossoming flowers have began to wilt
Her petals dried, littering the yard
Fading fast, blending with the earth
With every passing Minute
Rumbling thunder, frightening flashes
Doomsday looming, apocalyptic scenes
Men stubbornly lingering on to faith
That save none from his fate
Clinging to fairy tales of better ‘morrow
When time is just a counter for the next sorrow
Pilfering deep into their marrow
Till their yesterday, becomes a better Tomorrow
The dark night persisted
It wanted to stay
It stubbornly insisted and noone could get in its way
It had prevailed
The moon was veiled
Looking like it shivered at the edges
It was a night in which the only master was sadness
Amidst this stood a fortress
It ws undeniably a hut
But to the one inside
In presence of scorpions and mud
It looked like the dungeons of palaces
The hut was supposed prettily situated at the bay of the vast sea
Where the sun never waited
A shadow is always seen pacing
Much like the Walk of someone waiting
She fills the isolation
Spending the night in vast contemplation
But sometimes there is a memory
Snaking itself
To the front once in a day
A sensation of a small hand slipping
In the concealed lightness of the day
Her face etched with sorrows unknown
Never mundane enough
But an eternity slips in the labyrinth
Something congruent to the verses
Usurping every pain
Without any known gain
She is the glory of night
She paces to the sound of the sea
Ignoring every sight
In hopes
That she will feel the hand again
And perhaps this time it may be able to make it ashore