Struggle Poems - Poems about Struggle

Dreams, new and old dreams, we all dream We all dream of chocolate and ice cream We all dream of monsters, bandits and angels We all dream of good, bad guys and devils That’s where nightmare comes into play We all dreams of better days in May When the temperature is cool, welcoming and warm Spring fever brings hope, something new and...

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I dwelt within a house of shade, By silent hand and sorrow made. Each brick I laid with trembling care— Of shame, of guilt, of cold despair. No hearth did warm, no lamp did gleam, But dimness thick as haunted dream. No welcome waits behind the door, Only the hush of evermore. The days are long, yet never bright, And stretch like wounds into...

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Presence of you ignites my heart with joy, If you go out of sight it makes me sad. This bond between us always brings me joy, The world will try to break our steadfast bond By phone we share some talks of daily life, And they do keep a watch on all our deeds, To save...

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The feeling of your mind loosing itself... Victimized by the power of others ... Thinking how you even aloud yourself to allow others to dictate your mind.... MANIPULATION.... What's real, what's reality, what's possible, what's impossible...... Racing thoughts,mind control,fear of loosing thy self..... Coping with all the words and actions,determining what the is really going on... Your beliefs,questioned by your...

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Her silence spoke louder than words Her eyes A window to her hurt Begging to be heard She thought that was something she deserved So why had she been ignored She roamed the earth like a ghost A lost soul hoping for more Hoping someone will help her Someone would see how hard she tries To not cry Despite her watery eyes She...

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anxiety eats me alive right down to the core where my soul and mind meet it’s always at war it’s rotten, decaying losing worth like a dime 10 cents to a nickel a penny, with time the gut wrenching feeling won’t go away for better or for worse push though day by day but how can i live with this knife in my chest it’s...

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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 ...

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In a world where whispers strike like stones, Where unseen eyes cast chilling tones, Where silent shadows weave their thread, The Lord walks close beside my tread. When hearts grow cold and hands withhold, And greed’s sharp edge is bright and bold, A hidden grace begins to rise, A light unseen beneath dark skies. Rivers of words like secrets flow, Ominous winds begin to...

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The struggle for America’s soul now almost 250 years old Shoulder-to-shoulder at her border freedom contends with law’n’order From ‘Give me liberty or give me death’ ...

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Some individuals wage wars within themselves, battles they rarely vocalize. Not from a desire to conceal, but from a profound understanding of silent resilience. They appear composed, manage their daily lives, tackle responsibilities, and extend care to others—all while wrestling with a deep, internal exhaustion. This weariness stems from an endless cycle of being the strong...

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sharp, serrated scissor snips jagged little feather clips bold blue and gold fold to the floor more & more wings strive to grow torn & shorn, uneven flow flap & flap, too trapped to fly upon a dusty floor, they lie another's scraps, perhaps planned crafts by crisp snips, my self I deny...

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Steel bars whisper cold truths at night, A jungle of killers, no room for fright. Survival ain't luck, it's blood and bone, Earn your name or die unknown. Respect ain't given, it's taken in war, A blade in the dark, a fist to the jaw. Weakness is death, don’t...

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Anmweyyy, anmweyyy Everybody is destroying Haiti Please stop, stop, quit. At last, give the country A break, a rich season. There are too many bandits, vandals Too many lootings, thefts, too many crises and scandals On this impoverished and exploited island Give Hayti a chance to live better. Give our land A break with too much violence and injustice Ayiti needs peace, love...

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Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud Date: June 3, 2025 Contest Title: Spin A Shadorma Poetry Contest Burning wild, chaos grips my bones, grinding sharp, breaking free— shards of dreams ignite the dark, I rise through the storm....

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Shadows are flying in my head. Emotions are lost . Darkness is running allover,thou life is a mystery. Deeply I feel sad, deeply I feel happy, asking why life is worthless. I can feel anger brewing inside my heart. Periodically hateness is installed in my heart. My emotions are lost in my own world,where I don't have access. I'm lost in my...

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