Survive Poems - Poems about Survive

If you're weak Project strength If you're strong Protect strength...

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It baffles me... When you lose your warships And life puts you in situationships The mind gets disabled Leaving you in disorder Uttering your ability Turning you into liability Even when you're without disability You start depending on others to survive. It baffles me... If you choose the matter over mind Your thoughts and emotions begin to fail you You'll...

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I wake to the desert, talking to the wind; its voice is dry and muffled. Sand cuts my skin as I walk; nowhere feels like a place I belong to. The seeming figs glow like a distant fire. My feet are melting with every step I take. I lose my balance when I stride; I am surprised as the light darkens me. Flames...

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"AI has stolen the imagination from writers. The human writer is the true creator from their heart. AI is the great copier because they have No heart to write with." By Poet  Writers imaginations like to play, with creativity and words each day. Only with a writers big human heart, a writer gets their pen in hand to start. Keeping...

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Victors survive in nature’s wild. Protectors are most determined. Mother Bear needs fish for her child. Victors survive. The strongest, biggest, hungriest, does not always win the food chain. Love and caring make the smartest. Females in the wild fight others in protection of their young cubs. A loud male growl scares no mothers. Victors survive. #2 ...

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I'm really, REALLY tired. I'm grasping at straws. I've lost myself. I'm alone so often, I've got nowhere I can go. I try to talk to people but I know I'm just bumming them out. I didn't want to be like this. I wanted to be able to laugh with my friends. I wanted to feel courageous. I...

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A eulogy for the me I had to kill to survive She lay in a casket I was the killer But was it really me? When the world gripped her hand and told her to kill her blackness She stared in a mirror Full of sadness Knowing she would kill her last bit of innocence So did I...

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You don't need to be, anybody else but you Because only you can see, what the world is to you You take all you know, and apply it life Because what you're looking for, is a way to survive. My mother said son, why do you worry so young? For you don't need to think, about the earth so deep. Though...

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Wandering through dreams and silences, I choose to survive or submit, the blow is different now, no longer what it once was, a faint echo. Submission was just a bow, and life promised a new fight, survival was mere awakening, without titles and hollow possessions. The world, with its sweet pursuit, has left holes in our souls and chipped...

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“When we tread along the journey of life Let`s roll up our sleeves and strive to survive.”-By Author **************************************************************** Treading Along the Journey of...

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A quiet life right by the sea No thoughts of war to trouble me Sweet rendezvous with poetry I wonder, will I then be free? The touch of flirty summer breeze No one to bother or appease At one with sand and sky and trees, but will I be content with these? To hook my dreams upon a star Hear nature's hymn, not sounds...

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I was speaking to a friend She said nothing had changed But her eyes revealed That nothing was the same I stood looking at my friend I had known since just a child She indicated with her hand That we should sit for a while I was sitting with the friend Who had stood by me through thick and thin I tried to dismiss...

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"Some words show up fast, some want to sit and play with us. What can a writer do???" By Poet I like to write so my words in poetry can live, letting my imagination come to life with jive. My ink will not be bound but alive, for my ink not my blood must write to survive. Watch out for...

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A strength lies buried, hidden until needed. Not a superpower, not a weapon, hidden it remains. Resilience is its name. A refusal to break, the pledge it makes. Gifting one the ability: rising through the flames, reborn like a phoenix, never-ending fighting, crawling for air, for survival, to live. ...

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A wet patch of wa-ter glints unusual! It was my ears that it re-flected, sand or dust or what-ever it wasn’t no more, got every-where; es-pecially bet-ween my grey hairs. It didn’t matt-er, I wasn’t thirsty no more. Scurry-ing off to… what was it called again? Wooood. Yes, wood boards dis-carded, they say. May-be food? Could be,...

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