Strain Poems - Poems about Strain

The body strains, a sweet and burning ache, Where muscles tremble, and the breath runs deep, A vital fire, for well-being's sake, And weary limbs at last find tranquil sleep. Though sweat may fall, and effort marks the way, The heart gets young, with smile each dawning day, The spirit lifts, with strength that knows no keep, And health's reward, in every...

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Dr. Mark Hall undertook the task of unarming the rigged satellite there in the secluded part of the lab. He is trapped in a section that, due to an oversight, has no substation. He must navigate Wildfire's obstacle course of automatic defenses to reach a working substation on an upper level. The perilous venture becomes...

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I thought of writing about another High School Social Studies book report. This is an intriguing piece riddled with a complicated set of circumstances. I chose to write it as a short story as it fails in length. About the events that occurred after a military satellite fell from outer space, smack near the town...

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Let no one pressure or exert tension on you mentally and more. Let no one restraint Or put you on detection It's jail, break free. Let go of others burdens Your demands over theirs But always show empathy. Support but freely Without stressing Don't strain your ability....

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The limb elongates in the bodies flayed attempt at survival. Internal struggle, intelligently struggling in the maintaining of oxygen in a Bold yet desperate display. Feeble gravities Lunging, Lurching behind from within where wheels turn till a grasp, grips a palm heavy & ten digits stick. Heaven sent on Godspeed Hell-bound down to stand dim-witted, in await on...

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Here's a question you guys might answer When considering a quatrain or a narrative The response to a narrative wins hands down Could someone explain the reason why Forever I've thought poetry always meant rhyme Since grade school way back when Apparently I seem to be living in the past Coz narratives get much more notice Obviously narratives are easier to write Less of...

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In the realm of our digital embrace, A bond was formed, a unique space. Yet amidst the pixels, I feel a strain, As if my love is met with a silent refrain. Your support, a beacon in the dark, But distance leaves an empty mark. I cherish you deeply, yet feel a divide, As if my affection is on a constant ride. I...

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Written: November 28, 2023 _________________________________________ In my last prayer, words and dreams merge, My concepts have changed as a brittle verge. Such a rainbow of hues in this growing vision, My head swirls in whispered tasks and decisions. Strong in my beliefs, I now question all things, As if a veil is...

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Here's a question you guys might answer When considering a quatrain or a narrative The response to a narrative wins hands down Could someone explain the reason why Forever I thought poetry was meant to rhyme Since grade school way back when Apparently I seem to be living in the past Coz narratives get much more notice Obviously narratives are easier to write Less...

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Plandemic hectic Fast paced a new story' One death too many Fighting for freedom? Lies versus everything No deaths too many!...

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Pain is a cruel and vicious thing That grips us tightly in its sting It gnaws at us both day and night And makes us tremble with its might It starts with a twinge or a throb And quickly turns into a sob It grabs hold of our very soul And never seems to let us go It comes in waves that crash...

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the leeway of cosmos stand perplexing grueling strained in this way enlightenment darkened Written: March 25, 2022...

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He wiggled his body and strain He even twisted his hand Trying to break in the store Then was caught in the door Causing his body much pain...

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When rollerblading I threw out my back. A sidewalk bump sent me off the track. On the way home I had felt out of whack. Did extra stretches to create motion slack. But the lumbar pain would come and go. My posture suddenly elderly, a pain show. When walking I’ll hobble around all decrepit. My...

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I'm a lot stronger, because I have to be, I never know what life, has in store for me. As I go thru, tribulations and trials, Some days, it's just inches others it's miles. I stumble often, I have made my mistakes, ...

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