Courage Resilience Poems | Examples
These Courage Resilience poems are examples of Resilience poems about Courage. These are the best examples of Resilience Courage poems written by international poets.
Yesterday, her words were stolen,
carried off by a world that would not see.
No ear to listen,
no place her voice could root,
a voice borrowed by shadows.
They took her courage,
the freedom to move unafraid,
to let her voice soar.
She spoke.
The world twisted her words
laughter shattering over her
like shards of glass.
She learned to watch their eyes,
to shield herself from sharpness,
from the ever-turning circle of judgment.
So she poured her truth into her pen…
it alone could carry it.
No hand could seize it;
her pen held her truth,
where reality breathed.
She is imperfect, simply a woman.
Yet she pardons those who hurt her,
and cherishes those who stayed,
however briefly.
Time passed and her pen became her fire
not simply refuge but a clarion call
rising bold unafraid completely hers.
Her words live on, unbound, indestructible…
bright as sunlight breaking glass.
You tried, tried
And you cried
You never gave up
You found hope
As a last resort
Because you fought
Until the last drop of blood
Until the last shade of mud.
You are my angel, my hero
You refused to fall and to go
You cried, cried
And tried, tried
To succeed against all odds
You were strong and you wore pads
You tried, tried
And you cried.
Heroes cry too
And Angels cry too
You are a model to me
I respect your bravery
You are my inspiration
And my endearing passion
You tried and cried
And I too tried and cried.
Copyright © September 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
silent wounds turn stubborn into strength,
over broken earth, courage takes slow root,
under each scar, light relearns the language of living.
I woke each break with cast a shadow on my chest,
a nameless weight that stole my needed rest.
It spoke in lies I dared not try to fight,
and turned the morning darker than the night.
I laughed in rooms so no one saw the ache,
while every smile felt brittle, thin, and fake.
It fed on doubt, on all I held in fear,
until my hope grew faint then disappeared.
And saw not ruin but a quiet resurrection.
A spark within me, stubborn, fierce, and small,
whispered, rise now…you will not fall.
I never struck it down with a conqueror's sword—
I just smply prevented confiding the fibs it made.
I stood unarmored yet would not yield—
my heart-- the only weapon I could wield.
It roared, it clawed, but I refused to bend;
its reign of silence met a sudden end.
And in that breath, my life was rearranged—
The day the beast cut down, was the day I changed.
Pick-A-Title, Vol 54 Poetry Contest // Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Contest Judged: 9/5/2025 5:24:00 PM
( 2nd Place )
Written: August 13, 2025
It stalks in silent corners of the mind.
A whisper, jagged, dark, and undefined.
Its claws creeps walls we dare not show,
eyes ecstatic where our hearts should glow.
It scoff on mistrust, on every hidden fear,
gnawing at the edges of what we hold dear,
A silent growl underneath the laughing sound.
A truth too fierce to face the day unbound.
Yet deep down inside the marrow of this fight.
A spark ignites a flutter of quiet light.
We don’t meet the beast with sword or shield
but with the quiet courage the heart alone can hold
It howls, it rampage, yet we will not fall,
it's shadow recoils before our inner call.
The beast is vicious, but we are more vicious still--
Adepts of the darkness by our iron will.
I was destroyed by life's rough edges, ruthless stones,
Shattered pieces lost in silent tones.
But from the cracks, a fierce new flame was born—
A strength that rose through every ache and scorn.
Each fragment became a ground edge,
the story of struggles fought and led.
Steady, resilient and standing tall.
I rise untouched-- stronger after all.
The marks I wear are maps of where I’ve been--
proof of the strength growing from within.
From fractured , I found my spirit whole,
broken but bold, I rise and take my soul.
I was born in the smoke of silence,
where names were weapons,
and love came laced with barbed wire.
They said I was too much,
too loud, too raw,
a wildfire in a world of trimmed hedges.
But I learned to speak in embers,
to write with the heat of survival,
to stitch my wounds with verses
that refused to bleed quietly.
From the ashes of hate,
I rose—not polished,
but blazing.
Resilience isn’t soft.
It’s the roar beneath the whisper,
the spine forged in fire,
the poem that dares to exist
when the world says “don’t.”
The ink returns—not to defend,
nor chase the ghosts I used to fend.
Not to explain the aching past,
but breathe through wounds that couldn’t last.
It does not rise with pointed proof,
nor beg for silence turned to truth.
It flows because the heart now dares
to speak in lines what once hid there.
Where words once cost too much to say,
a softer voice now finds its way.
No longer chained by fear or flame—
the ink returns, and I remain.
Each letter born from quiet grace,
a tender reclaiming of space.
No longer lost in fear’s dark night,
but glowing now with steady light.
The pages hold what heart has learned—
a story told, a life returned.
In every stroke, a soul set free,
the courage found inside of me.
Like birds flying high over the world,
Words of love never unheard.
Loud voices echo through different phases,
No mistakes.., Just choices in these mazes.
Walking threads, edge tight like a judge,
Told me, “Be strong. Don’t budge.”
They speak of light at tunnel's end,
But what about the road we defend?
The morals we bend,
The lives we represent,
With no one to depend on.
I lost myself, long gone.
Why do we have to hide, only to blend?
To live up to the lies we pretend?
For a day? A week? A month? Just like a trend?
Got slapped twice, felt the sting,
Still piecing life from shattered things.
Stay down?
Nah. I rise high, up in the sky.
Just like a broken wing…
It can only fly with the help of some strings.
to be of use
without abuse
there’s no excuse
a bit obtuse?
well-cooked my goose?
slide on the noose?
that I refuse!
slip on my shoes
spread the news
do not confuse
it’s not a ruse
but what I choose
I’ve paid my dues
If you must have my head, show it to the ones I’ve led,
Leave them restless in their bed, even still our young will remain fed.
Reinforced by our past in chains once bound,
With the reins in our hands, now you will hear our sound.
You’ve erased our names, only known in lies,
A stink so foul, the ignorance a given
We fight the flies, but in the end we’ll have risen
Their will won’t break, There's a truth you can’t shake.
Forced to watch our mothers and fathers on stakes,
Left to rot, discarded in lakes.
Unable to block us out, with talent we’ll earn our spot.
From dirty dusty droughts, to streets that scream with grace,
Through art, love, and hate we will claim our place.
"To make pearls out of grit
is to make sorrow and hardship a thing of beauty"
A strength lies buried,
hidden until needed.
Not a superpower,
not a weapon,
hidden it remains.
Resilience is its name.
A refusal to break,
the pledge it makes.
Gifting one the ability:
rising through the flames,
reborn like a phoenix,
never-ending fighting,
crawling for air, for survival,
to live.
My Strength.
I feel, I feel a little bit more
Deafening silences of stories untold
Wrenching hearts, welled-up eyes
Suppressed screams weaving loving lullabies
I feel, I feel a little bit more
Breezes disguised as tornadoes
Wreckage, havoc, “it’s dark inside”
Cluttered confusion showing the ‘light’
I feel, I feel a little bit more
In a circus, on a tightrope
Smirks, grins, mocking eyes
Free falling to see if it’s alright
Tell me, tell me if you know
To keep these secrets, box of lies
Chest of unconsoled cries
Buried beyond land, seas and skies
Never unravelled, but felt, kept and hidden again
By souls destined to have the sweetest of smiles.
Daughter of Africa,
Set that fire ablaze within you,
The one they tried to douse with doubt,
The one buried beneath years of silence.
Set it roaring, let it speak for your ancestors,
Who built kingdoms with their bare hands,
Who sang freedom songs under the weight of chains.
Their courage flows in your veins,
Their strength is your inheritance.
Set that fire,
And light up the world with your brilliance.
For every flame you ignite,
You remind them: Africa never dims.