Push Poems - Poems about Push

Things are changing, Maybe for the worst or best, Hope it's for the best, Just going with the flow. Things are going to get hard, The pressure is upon us, Yet here we are, Standing to finish strong. It's here. It's time, It's upon us to decide— To finish fast, Or to finish strong. ...

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A foot forward one at a time. With each step comes the courage to take one more....

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Strive to climb up Though the rock is steepy Use rope and safety. Going up is hard When you have all your baggage In body and soul. Fear below, look up For your help comes from above Push yourself upward. Up there is glory When your goodness is constant Ground your humbleness....

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Only a few days are left, But no seriousness is felt. I don’t want to cry, I don’t want to regret, Need to study each chapter, each alphabet. I need to work hard, With determination, not just a façade. I want to score better, That’s what truly matters. Managing my time, Is harder to define. Working with a strict schedule, Feels far from cool. How foolish I...

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Give me a push the faerie said The lion laughed He remembered the last time he had pushed her She had fallen out and her wings had torn off I do not have a light touch, he told her Pump your feet! She smiled, now remembering. She pumped her feet until she was up really high Wasn’t that better? Asked the lion The faerie...

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[I entered this in "Choose a 2025 posted poem" by Brian Strand which was judged on 1/11/2025 at 10:45am. Thank you!] [ “Everybody deserves a second chance!” ] Within my existence, I’ve been burdened with low esteem I was entangled within the ‘unconditional forgiveness’ cycle To know my worth seemed like a mere dream My forgiving being? My confidence...

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Dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer I was dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer when a young woman stopped me, and said, “Madame, you are superbe.” She told me twice, Madame you are superbe But I didn’t feel superb. Hadn’t for a long time, if ever at all. How is superb supposed to feel when you're dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer? Later I visited my doctor to ask if...

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Push- by Dominique Smith Push through they say, keep pushing my way, dark cold wet sorrows and woes, spring comes for flowers and pressed for beauty. Hold on not yet, push down and keep it there. Others aren't watching no one cares. That's not true or fair enough to get yourself near some warmth. So many...

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I empty my treasure caskets. Allured by Renunciation Pearls and gems yet fill my baskets. I gather each new temptation. ...

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When you could have remained Always with me You got lost in the winds then. Thought you would return When the winds will cede. But lost hope When you didn't come. Years have passed Those wounds just don't heal They have got a way to push me back To the past....

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It's a beginning of a new season the beginning of a new session For the student, after last session The season for promotion to the next At Sapele Technical College, Sapele College of creativity and insights A prominent school near by, good in craft Construction, catering, business admin and more They return happy, healthy and ready Ready? to study ahead for...

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When you do push up Your body is more define Calories burn up....

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You first I offered. The rugged two-hundred-and-sixty-pound guide stared at me. You are kidding, right? We had stopped in front of a cave opening. It’s spring. Bears would not be in there now, right? He glared at me. Are you a chicken? I asked nicely. He pushed me into the dark cave. I fought him with claws and teeth. When we met the other...

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It’s easy to do nothing – Sit at home and park your tush, But sometimes you must give yourself A not-so-gentle push. And so, on this delightful day With sunshine in the sky, I took the subway to a store With things I like to buy. The streets were filled with tourists And the shops festooned with lights. I stopped to see the Christmas...

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light body turns in my sleep—clean through sheets, ghost whimpers ...

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