Short Roughest Poems
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I'm trying to be okay
Even on the roughest days
It's hard but I've come so far
I just got to survive this life
I just got to thrive
Horrific attributes
Calamities all around
Skid row broken dreams
Roughest atmosphere
A distorted ambiance
Hear the jeers of morbid souls
Haemorrhoids hurt they are not fun
They have a cream to make them numb
From the finest lady to the roughest sailor
They will pop out without failure
They are quite literally a pain in the bum.
An ocean so big and waves so high
Tears falling down , voices whispering
as i am watched by the eye
the sorrow and the pain can't be taken away
not even by the perfect storm
not even in its roughest form
May you be blessed to live your life like the ocean”
You hope your days will be calm…
still some days huge waves wash over you
but even in the roughest times…
like the ocean…
may the beauty you possess shine through.
Flowing waterfalls of this journey;
Along the way
encountering villains and would be knights;
Maybe I am writing my own fairytale;
In the roughest currents
I am what my inner damsel seeks;
I am the one who will save me.
Your kisses are like explosions
for my lips,
Your touches are electric shocks
for my skin,
Your smile is like chamomile to
my spirit,
Your embrace is my safe haven
in the roughest of storms,
Your voice is my addiction and
Your love will be my complete
destruction.
Life with the boys
Is chaotic at best
Organized destruction
Challenges continue
The roughest I've met
Except maybe dad
A boy for all boys
Fearless if that
A world of teaching
And learning
Yearning to explore
To be their own
Individual voices
Imaginative minds
Sensitive souls
Polite as their mom
Author Dana Redricks
February 21, 2018
As I sit here reminiscing
about all God has done for me
Joy floods my soul
He has brought me through
the roughest storms
and the darkest nights
He has comforted when
my heart was broken
and he has done
so much more
I have known many
people in my life,
but none compares to him
Silence lingers above my head
The man that's lost at sea; afloat
And underneath are fish not fed
All staring at my makeshift boat
I never knew exactly how
A piece of wood could feel so safe
For not even the toughest bow
Has saved me from this constant strafe
I guess I must be grateful, then
For still to live is such a gift
Yet Sea has claimed the roughest men
And I'm a weak one set adrift
I have traversed through the thickest jungles
Fought off exotic bees
Searched aperch the highest mountains and sailed the roughest seas
Tried medicines from tribal men
Sled the North Pole in the coldest degrees
Looked inside of Lions Mouths and picked them of their fleas
My Search goes on and on and on
Quite indefinitely
All I need is for you to do as I like
And put my mind at ease
Form:
There is silence in this grief
There is friction in the heart
There's a mountain filled with sorrows
That tears the joys apart.
On this woesome road of life
Kissed by the fumes of pain
When not a shed or an open cover
To shelter from the rain.
But beyond a moment of grind
Is the gleaming light of hope
But its hard to see the rainbow
Beyond the roughest slope.
Woesome seas of anguish
Drifting through the wind
Crashing on the seashores
Of a life ablazed in rend.
IF LIFE’S UNFAIR
If ‘twas my lot to carry heavy loads,
I’m afraid, however, I will not refuse
to tread on to the roughest of roads,
and test the limits of my sinews.
If you can just choose, will you transit
only the roads straight and smooth?
Or will you brave the long winding route
that grants wisdom and strength of spirit?
If life’s unfair to you and me,
unfair to them and to many,
then life is fair, fair share of sore.
To life we must complain no more.
Used to call him ‘half-pint’
He was a sawed-off runt
He’d down his drink in seconds
Then he’d burp and grunt
Manners had he zero
He’d grown up down and out
Roughest patch was X-mas Time
All alone, he’d bawl and pout
But then came New Year’s Day
when this runt became a king
He’d toast the Strumpet, Fortune
removing her g-string…
In the morning he’d awaken
and reach for his good luck
But he’d clutch an empty pillow
~ back seat of a pick-up truck