Walking under a tall sycamore tree,
I heard a bird tweet, "I'm stuck. Set me free!"
So I struggled to the branch where she sat ~
but the second I got there ~ she did scat!
That's the last last time I'm gonna fall for something like that!
Categories:
struggled, bird, nonsense, silly, tree,
Form: Rhyme
On a silent journey,
I walked into the forest.
Within the dark,
A silhouette crept me out.
Suddenly I stumbled
And fell into a quicksand pit.
A cry for help—
No one to hear.
The more I struggled,
It pulled me deeper and deeper.
When I couldn’t breathe anymore,
I gave up the fight.
Slowly, it released me,
Letting me float.
Desperate and crazed,
I tried to swim with force—
Only to sink again.
So I stayed calm.
I did not cry.
I tried my best
To reach the shore.
Slowly, gently,
I rolled myself free,
Breathing a sigh of relief.
And I realized:
Sometimes all I need
Is to do my best—
And wait for time.
In chaos I found calm,
In silence I found strength.
Through the dark forest I walked on,
Until the sun came down,
Lighting my path anew.
Categories:
struggled, adventure, dark, fear, hope,
Form: Free verse
Taunted by luxury, a life of ease.
I struggled to utter the words, “sir, please”?
I’d become distraught by my circumstance.
I saw no way alone; I could advance.
I knew the time in my life had now come,
To lose my ego, ask help from someone.
With all my money, I’d still have to ask,
Or accept my failure at this one task.
With money and self my only allies,
Having no solution was a surprise.
Sometimes our dreams may require another,
Like a friend, stranger, sister, or brother.
With my deepest desire, I long to teach.
Without another, it’s out of my reach.
Categories:
struggled, career, desire, people, school,
Form: Sonnet
In a bottle's transparent depths,
ants struggled, waves of chaos
each fighting for life,
yet forming a living pyramid,
a reverberation of unity's might.
Some submerged, others held fast,
a coordinated dance of aid
no panic, no selfish haste,
each ant surrendered to the greater fate.
A spoon's gentle rescue came,
ants emerged, one by one,
until one faltered, slipped back
into the water's grasp.
The last ant turned, dove deep,
clinging tight to the drowning form,
a bond of brotherhood,
a sacrifice that shook my core.
Shame on humans, lost in pride,
building walls, not bridges wide,
ants teach us unity's strength,
a lesson in selfless length.
True power lies in collective might,
let ants' wisdom guide our plight,
unity's lesson, forever told
in their small, mighty hearts of gold.
Categories:
struggled, africa, allusion, heartbreak, hero,
Form: Free verse
SIMPLICITY
When little things were very small
And no-one worried much at all
The world was wide and very kind
And no-one ever got behind
And no-one had a useless life
And no-one struggled to survive
When school and work were always done
With laughter in the dancing sun
No complicated times to keep
No nights of tossy turny sleep
The world was kind and wide and good
No shortage anywhere of food
And soft the rain on God’s good earth
And black and white the same were worth
The sea was clean the air was clear
Uncluttered skies from far to near
In field and garden,
Home and hill
Those little things are precious still.
John Puckett
Categories:
struggled, beauty, feelings, life, simple,
Form: Free verse
The surgeon
had successfully removed his libido
and fed it to the hospital cat.
Corridors became whispering tubes
for I.V. drip pushing wanderers,
their pale bottoms peering out
like beluga whales through the cracks
of gaping gowns.
He dreamed often,
the drugs swiped his mind,
he was a screen, that with flickering ease
erased and replaced his life
with crazily narrated electric poetry,
a hypersonic buzz
that pretzelled his thoughts.
A nurse appeared to him between
the sensual waves that spayed across
his surgically mauled mortality.
She was erotically enhanced,
her trance-dance of sexuality
poured into his flaccid organs
like a shot of ice-cold Taquilla.
Once she spoke to him - just once.
Her words were umber honey
between his parted lips.
He struggled to understand.
Clarity came upon him -
"You're my libido."
He had forgotten about the cat!
She purred softly
as she adjusted his pillows.
Categories:
struggled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Yahweh’s image! The crown of creation!
Got lured by the snake's words of elation
Did Adam and Eve wish to test their might?
Who deprived them of the angelic light?
Soon, omissions and commissions juggled.
To earn their living, each being struggled.
Friends became foes. Siblings became strangers.
Each day dawned with life-threatening dangers.
The prophets, saints, and martyrs came to save
And lead them far from the brinks of the grave.
Weren't these ways paved for the incarnation?
To cause, here on earth, true transformation?
Categories:
struggled, life, sin,
Form: Rhyme
I am here for a short time
Sadly luckily my time has come.
I am not sick or anything.
But death is close to me all at once and suddenly.
I felt his breath all around me
I fear I am dead; I gave up on me.
None of you really did believe in me
You see, we are gods; once that ceased
I did not exist
I am ashamed of dying and leaving you alone
I am ashamed but tired death is sitting at the throne
I am okay I am thankful
I tried and failed
I am certain I tried I did my best
But darkness is here
There is no light at the end
My body was nothing
I abused it to the end
I believed in happiness
I never met her; I am dead
I never lived here, but I wrote some poems.
It was such a short time
I longed for love.
Some people loved me.
But myself I wasn't in love.
I struggled and grappled.
For life after death
I died a long time
There is nothing to cry.
I died a long time ago; there is nothing to try.
Categories:
struggled, dark, depression, eulogy, fate,
Form: Free verse
He said ' look back at me'
but she didn't want to see
so the conflict carried on
and events, spiraled uncontrolled, from day one
she had to move from home she loved
for the sake of parents, beloved
and when he struggled to find the words
her pride refused , his sense of worth
she thinks he's not responsible actions
but he says he loves her, thought not of her reputation
she misinterprets his brooding nature
only see's his strength of purpose, later
but he finds her wilful pride disturbs him
and he finds her distance nature, very prim
but her wrath towards his severity
is her failing, to see him sincerely
he misinterprets her ...intentions
both stubborn to see each others attraction
but as love is sure to find a way
when he finds the right words to say
'look back, look back at me'
soundtrack
North & South. (BBC 2004)....look back.....look back at me
North & South: I've Seen Hell-Martin Phipps
Categories:
struggled, film, husband, romantic,
Form: Rhyme
Doc struggled
to pull me
from the womb
In that small
"room" I cared
more to stay!
Bad neck and
spine are the
price I pay
Categories:
struggled, birth,
Form: Other
With bloody hands, rusty hair and a dammed soul
I walked out ,stepping on the rotten meat
As my lungs struggled to breathe down the fragrance of the crime that I had committed
Blue and white lights flashed my eyes
And a bullet pierced through my cranium
Punishing me for the crimes I had not committed,
My lips have spoken no lies, though my heart is a liar
This land, these stars ,they are my witnesses
My scars give my testimony
I do not claim to be nor am I innocent
But if I am guilty ,I am of my humanity, which for you is an atrocity
I do not care of your judgment, only for nature’s impending monstrosity
They say history repeats itself
It surely dies, when you crown malevolent beast as saviours of humanity….
Categories:
struggled, abuse, bereavement, betrayal, dark,
Form: Free verse
the accident
When crossing the street, cars had stopped
to let him cross in respect for his age
He was thinking of death; he hoped it would be
sudden, no sentimental last farewell,
no lies
about seeing you on the other side
Should there be another side, he wouldn't
He liked to meet people he had met in life side
A piece of a Russian satellite that has fallen to the ground
days, hit him with utmost precision
And he watched as the ambulance people
scrapped him off the street, the witnesses
We were in awe, thinking it could have been
We have to be nicer to our nearest
Now he was a soul drifting about, trying to
Find an opening back to life
At the hospital nearby, a woman struggled
to give birth, she was 38 years old, and
Therefore considered elderly for giving birth
The soul saw its chance to become a soul
for the unborn, well aware he would not be
able to know about his former life
Great jubilation, he didn't share as he was
too young to know
Categories:
struggled, angst, anxiety, art,
Form: ABC
The weight
He had written two short books
needed to show her his work,
Not now, she said, I’m watching TV
Around the beam that keeps the heaven’s roof from falling,
He slung a rope fastened to a scrap iron drum using
Himself as a counterweight.
He hoisted the drum up, but he was too heavy
He carried too much weight of pride.
He cried in the night, struggled to get rid of unwanted feelings
The drum becomes lighter and descends until
He was lifted to the top of the beam, feeling free
Of false pride and ambition.
Why did you cry so much in the night? they asked
He smiled and was at ease with himself and didn’t answer.
Categories:
struggled, absence, abuse, age,
Form: ABC
That`s not Safe
I dared to battle with the wild thunder
Where flashes of lightning could blind the eyes,
Where I escaped being torn asunder
And darkish clouds veiled the crest of the sky;
In this inner tempest that wrecked my heart
Every burst of wild wind echoed deep pains
Tearing the strata of my heart apart
While I struggled with stinging stress and strains.
If woeful storms turn the days into night,
Will summer sweet sunshine be far away
To spread its glow on earth and shed its light,
To guide man along the virtuous way.
Battling with thunder, I learnt that`s not safe
With due lessons learnt, this can be vouchsafed.
Categories:
struggled, heartbroken, pain, storm, stress,
Form: Sonnet
I ordered a free-standing cabinet,
Despite having known in advance
It needed to be
Put together by me
And my husband, who viewed it askance.
All the pieces were labeled quite clearly,
As was each tiny bag filled with screws,
So we read the brochure,
Not quite feeling secure,
Yet we thought we had nothing to lose.
As we struggled to follow instructions,
Which had steps listed 1 up to 10,
We repeated our vow
That we’d finish this now
But we never would do it again.
At the end, just a couple of hours
Was the time that it took to complete.
Still, it wasn’t much fun,
Though once it was all done,
I felt proud we’d not bowed to defeat.
Categories:
struggled, work,
Form: Rhyme
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