Surviving Poems - Poems about Surviving

The wind, a howling beast, clawing at the windows, shaking the very foundations. Rain, a relentless assault, drumming a rhythm of fear, swallowing the familiar world. Darkness, thick and suffocating, broken only by the angry flash, the echoing thunder's threat. We huddle, small and vulnerable, listening to the fury unleashed, praying for the morning's grace. Then, the slow surrender, the gradual softening of the roar, the hesitant return of...

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Thrust within, I could not focus. Lights sizzled, blistering and slashing the jagged sky with vile lightening. Your visage materialized from nowhere, beckoning, guiding my path with sure wake safely to the shore. You became my anchored buoy. Just for you I inhale. My heart will always seek berth in your steadfast love....

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Surviving comes with ease Even dying is also serene Living, what a real scrutiny Living when your knees are on the ground Or when your head owns a crown Or when you are seeing the same dawn Living when your day unfolds a distinct tale, perhaps you may hate When friends are few and everything seems blue Living when...

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. ow'ch damn'it girl d'anng ouch okay woman less ...

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windblown giant turbulent tornado blazing a sharp path kicking away cars rolling whole houses pure devastation hiding in culvert my face in wet claylike mud i recite prayer ...

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The passed a place with deep regret Don’t want to remember, cannot forget There’s scars and wounds that will not heal For I had to main I had to kill I had to follow the orders gave And send my foes to meet their grave The nights are hard for the faces live Inside my head...

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still surviving, courageously alive Thrive to survive on Wait till the dusk turns to dawn Arriving undone... We welcome the sun We welcome the son as well Yes, Godly time tells... Wait till the day's done Negative vibes..almost gone Still worried a ton Hoping for bright days always Gloomy, gray fog fades No doubt -- faith these days! I hold on to hope I want cheer instead of...

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initially I saw no humanoid qualities in the beast he was a throwback, not orangutan, but not man either his eyes were frighteningly dark with glowing suns in the center how could I communicate with this being? I heard a thought in my head that I knew was not mine okay, he can implant thoughts, so is he reading mine? I...

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evil lurks in you like the shadows of an unwanted soul you smell of spilled blood and rotting milk you take what you can and take what you cant the world doesn't bow down to you unless you kiss its feet first. you are unkind, unforgiving, and unfaithful yet you cry tears of a make believe river you fill your life with...

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In the depths of despair, a journey begins, Surviving suicide, a battle we must win. In darkness we stumbled, lost and alone, Seeking forgiveness, compassion to be shown. Through the rubble of pain, we rise anew, Finding strength within, to start life anew. The path of healing, long and steep, But love's embrace, a potion to keep. Forgiveness blooms, like a gentle flower, Cleansing...

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I’m done with co-dependence or so I say I’ve burnt so many effigies for others I’m the giver in my codependency The taker burns all my oxygen She used to grant just a puff to breathe Her flame used to light up this scarecrow Marvel at how a selfless breath ignites Like burning man sweating gasoline This burning man has to stop...

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The world's oldest surviving toy, dating back to the Chalcolithic Period, approximately 7500 years old, is exhibited at the Mardin Museum in Turkey. the world oldest toy about seven thousands years car made of good wood...

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Life so pity us Like dogs and lions fighting Over a carcass....

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Seeds dropping off stray blossoms Shaking heads with the cold— A skinny patches' prayer in a garden Instead of frost, dirt's growing pains— That Spring bed throughout Winter's room, Warming color still during the shade Coming woo Bursting my blues Soon Seeds dropping off stray blossoms— That Spring bed throughout Winter's room, Soon...

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In the realm of post-truth and misinformation, We find ourselves adrift on a turbulent sea, Deceit's waves rise, falsehoods obscure the sun, Facts, like elusive phantoms, fade from view. This treacherous current, a serpent coiled, Around the pillars of reason, constricts our grasp, Threatening to engulf our collective thought, As we navigate murky waters of manipulation. The lighthouse of objective reality stands, Obscured by...

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