Strife Poems

Seasons of Strife

In the springtime of my life,
I hear the birds, singing delight
Crooning the hope through my worst strife,
Silencing shadows with sweetest insight

In the summertime of my life,
I hear the whisper of leaves, alive
Telling a story of when I’m filled with strife
Pouring out hope, assured I’ll survive

In the autumn of my life,
I hear the music of stars

Journey of Life

So Let it Be

Inspired by The Beatles song “Let It be” 
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Compassion's Rage

Your name leaves a bruise on my lips,
like a ghost that lingers, life to strip,
with eyes that threaten as they smile
and a voice that cuts, low and vile.
My heart cries out in silence dark,
which you incinerate with careless spark.
Your compassion's rage rules my life,
twisting love into chains, sharpening strife.
I speak my truth and ask for

An Era of Strife

Look around, an era of strife,
Yet God still plans to bless our life.
This season brings abundant grace,
As trials and changes, we continue to embrace.

Progress on, define the way,
For needs unmet, let not your heart dismay.
Watch for signs, see ahead the story unfold,
Let the Spirit decree, make new things bold.

Towards fruitfulness, we now move ahead,
Seeking faith,

Our Time

It is just another day
To be used as we like
To choose joy as our companion
Or embolden friction and strife

It is just another hour
To spend as we desire
To embrace love as a mentor
Or wallow in customized mire

It is just another minute
To be valued as a prize
To caress truth as life’s foreplay
Or nestle with deception and lies

It

Loyal Love

Dedicated to My Blessing, Timothy Lee, with Endless Love
Loving me includes a two-for-one, challenging package
because I love and care for my grown, special-needs son.
He said his love’s sincerity held my son in its reality.
Loving him revealed my heart’s innate, soulmate measure,
and the tenderness two honed hearts can lovingly render.
Happiness surged and rose through my flesh,

It's Worth Your Strife

Your work not seen
By mere eye sight
It's others eyes.

Your worth not seen
By your eye sight
It's others sight.

Your cause not felt
By your own heart
It's others heart.

Your joy not seen
The way you laugh
It's how you cry.

Nothing But Darkness

so think about the things
that we will have to struggle through
darkness
nothing but darkness
no sun to gaze no painted hue
so many people are sure to falter
at this most treacherous of plights
those who are the stronger
will see the dawn of a new light
for those not strong enough
there is mercy
And there is life
someone will pick them up
and carry

Where Did I Go Wrong?

I was young, bright full of promise, full of light.
High school passed in a blur,
a victory too soon, too fast.
They cheered, they clapped,
Mom wept with pride,
but I barely had time to feel it.

Then the world changed.
Tertiary welcomed me,
but fate had other plans.
A silent storm stole my path,
cutting dreams before they could bloom.
I searched, I fought,

It is strife that life is rife

From scorching heat come if cool spells of rain, 
Lotus allures, let it from mud arise, 
If joy gets born from deepest pits of pain, 
Sorrows are sent to size us, make us wise. 
It’s strange if pleasure comes shorn of challenge, 
If road ahead is straight and smoothly laid, 
If life always shows bright

Do You Know What To Do?

Do you know what to do
Can you stay true
When your life’s falling apart
And yet I try to open my heart

Wishes are fading
I always seem to be waiting
And even after ranting
Do I know what to do?

Does this answer your question,
Because every time someone seems to mention,
Legends always seem to make a mark,
But last time I checked

A mother's strife

And yet I see within those eyes,
Not a beast in disguise,
But prey with unheard cries,
To it's faith it'll never know,
That whimpers and hinders,
Heady flame sunk in snow,
One that had not yet roared in anger,
One that had not yet learnt to bite,
As hard and harsh,
And filled with spite,

To darken misty air,
A growing girl,
Who sang with flair,
Who

would that be life without strife

her cheerful sign said live your best life
would that be a life without any strife?
Not necessarily said the negative window peeper
Just try to stay away from the ugly grim reaper

A Time to Heal

A Time to Heal

The time has come to move on in life
Leaving behind the tears and strife
The time has come to start to feel
And let all the old wounds heal
Put away those fears and lonesome thoughts
Or your life will come to nought
Learn all over again to sing in your heart
So everything will become bright
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