Perseverance Poems - Poems about Perseverance

“With patience and perseverance We can win the hardiest race.”- By author ************************************************************** Patience and Perseverance ...

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What’s the point? she asked. It could be a simple solution, he quipped. With much to do and little to gain, The effort remained unattainable rain. So onward she strove Observed by those who stood beyond the boundaries Doing much and yet ignoring them She left having been a bothersome chagrin. ...

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Steadily swimming She flashes a grin Doc in a boat Take's a note she won't surrender. She wants to win finds strength within. Worriedly Waiting, friend wishes she'd ask herself "why" and paces the French side. Hastily helping, she rises a moment to wave, before waves re-hide He feels pride inside Stand by the starlight, The watch boat is tossed Pain...

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“The power of the will is a fire That lies not outside, but within oneself.” By author **************************************************************** ...

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“As we tread along the journey of life We need to strive and strive just to survive.”- By author ************************************************************** ...

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A radiant star was born one day, Amidst salary challenges, hardship's sway, Her parents toiled, their sweat and tears, To forge a brighter future, calm all fears. Like phoenix rising, she emerged anew, Her choices bold, as if the world pursued, Her watchword, determination, shone so bright, Guiding her through life's turbulent, darkest night. Risk-taking's lessons, though bitter, she did learn, And from each...

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the s e a remembers the taste of cinnamon sunsets~ the essence of emerald embers and resonances of petrichor when the tides tremble in turquoise delight, amidst the marine snakes slithering through oceanic echoes, mirroring Medusa melodies in envious tones. and as the morning stars nestle in the wildflower warmth of the honeyed sun, wine-red ink flows within midnight vines in vain, aching to be heard, while the jealous jasmines jinx the sanguine spirit of January garnets I...

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She didn’t deserve it Yet death never ceases. She was the brightest girl in the room Despite injuries blocking her passion. She conjured smiles and laughter and eye rolls With everything she did. Then she experienced her first loss And the candle flickered if only for a moment. Then she was back to herself For even death could not stop her. Until it tried...

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Running out of steam. Running low on fuel. Got to feed the fire Before the engines cool. There’s no slowing down. It’s not time to brake. Got to forge ahead. There’s too much at stake. Ever on and up. Staying on the track. There’s no giving up and I am never going back. Chugging like that train struggling up the hill. Trying hard to change from...

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The hours lean heavy, laid like bricks with no mortar, a survival gripped together by determination. You are half truth, half courage, escape before they bring the cracks to the surface, before it shows, before the weight. It’s not the clapping that stirs you, not the glow of some imagined end, but the quiet conviction to bear it all, to ensure no one else has...

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Your fingers have bled for this, skin smoothed from the jagged climb. Every load you carried, every silent shout— they brought you here, to be sure? You occasionally think about the fall, its quiet promise of relief. But then you recall how you yelled back at the universe when it tried to bury you. Let go? Not today....

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I wake up, still tangled in yesterday’s shadows. The world presses in too hard, but I’m already used to that weight. I don’t fight it anymore. I just exist - drifting through the cracks of my mind, sitting between memories and uncertainty. There’s a storm inside me, but it’s the quiet kind. The kind that doesn’t shout, just moves, leaves scars that never heal, yet somehow, they...

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as I was nearly sixty, my life would change once more I was made redundant from my job, this had happened once before the chance of finding new work, was down to zero, nada, nil the jobs I did apply for, I didn't quite fit the bill the length of time I'd worked there was nigh on twenty years the...

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One day, you’ll wake And find the answers To all your burning questions Neatly placed at the foot of your bed. A weight will lift from your shoulders Like scales scraped from a fish’s skin. You’ll feel light, alive Like a bird freed from a cage. One day, you'll wake...

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