Survive Poems - Poems about Survive

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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Got my last name, It’s Privislav until the day that I die. Glass full of pain, Paint thinner halves the days I have alive. Tomorrow is yesterday by the time the check came on by, I cast my net out wide, But the catch ain’t the same. Can’t even dash, I just gotta dine. Sipping on...

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I don't know if you know You are the reason I survive It was you who saved me You're the reason I'm alive I was in a dark place In a bad state of mind I was depressed and thought There was no hope I'd find I was done and ready to quit About to throw in the towel Then I thought of you crying And...

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The sheer curtains dance Casting shadows on the wall From the open window A gentle breeze whispers its call. The hum of a fan Sings a soulful song Breaking the silence That trapped me so long. Minutes turn to hours Hours turn to days The healing is lost In a foggy haze. I hide in the dark Afraid to live Succumbing to the anger The...

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How does a dream survive When pierced of every needled prick and bled from every pore When tossed about and left for sick ...

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In an instant, one or more lives can be changed forever. A car crosses the road, now headed for a pick-up truck. The driver, husband and father to be, lies dead on the road. The wife and mother to be will some how survive, but will never be the same. The unborn baby will also survive, their lives will be changed forever. Their loving mother...

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Little sparrow, little sparrow, Why do you...

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Isn’t there a selfish desire we all crave for? Purely for the trenches of our minds Roaming in the realms of our hopeless reality. What accumulates and what festers there Is all good and all evil Its total usage of power and of brute and of control. Balance is forbidden Sharing and caring are ripped at the roots No universal laws are...

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Today I awoke with a foreboding and a heavy heart. A contest of good and evil has torn my world apart. I never even imagined that evil would rule the day. My faith was greatly shaken in a most disturbing way. What began with joy and promise quickly turned to grief. Roughly half the country cried in disbelief. A cult of...

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