Survivors Poems

Teenage Age

Teenage age

The adolescent stage, they call it
An age where you start to understand the world
A stage of supposed maturity

But how confusing it can be
Souls shrouded in endless mystery
Wandering lost in search of answers
Minds wavering like wild hogs

In the darkness of the night
There they seek solace
Like humans, yet with souls of vampires
Minds haunted by the daylight
At

The Survivors

Forever gone, forever we understand
The pain lingers on, stronger beyond
The thud of agony and the memory
Captures the groans of a desperate cry
Laid in a little rest with friends and family 
to be the martyrs reunited in eternity,
As in the heart when life is over
Time closes our eyes to this world of terror.

Grief shows the path

Survivors

Old is a good thing.
Some people never
get a chance to be old.
At what point
did I start bragging
about my age?
I don’t remember, but
here I am – 94!
Anyone that old
has survived a 
mountain of things.
We’ve been at an 
ugly stage of growing up, 
sometimes scorned, bullied,
or the butt of the joke.
We’ve lived through
awkward, embarrassing
teenage years.
We’ve been hopelessly

survivors

survivors

The captain called up the harbor authorities needed a birth a ship no one had heard of, but its manifest stated Sydney-bound 
They let the ship birth on a disused pier far from the city to the disappointment of the crew who had wanted to go ashore.
When the pilot left, he was pale and shaken,

The Secret of Survivors

No other people has endured the constant persecution
     3,330 years of constant suffering
   From the Egyptian Pharaohs' enslavement and buffeting
     down through 20th and 21st century executions

   Yet we Jews are still here, still strong in our faith
     Where

Survivors

In my life, I’ve known bold men,
that laid down their souls.
We sing songs of their virtues,
through lyrics and prose.

But no one sings the praises,
of wives left alone.
Or the children who live with,
no father at home.

“To glory”, the soldier cries,
to battle they rush.
While their wives remain at home,
forgive them they must.

War is hell for everyone,
we must

Warrior of Resilience a Tribute To Survivors of Sexual Assault

She walks alone, with a heavy heart
Haunted by the memories that tear her apart
She's a victim of sexual assault, a survivor of pain
But she refuses to let her past define her again


She's a warrior, a fighter, a force to be reckoned with
She's a symbol of strength, a beacon of hope, a light that won't dim
She's

Yes, We Survivors Do Live On But How

Enow  

enow. / (?'na?) / adjective, adverb. an archaic word for enough

Yes, We Survivors Do Live On But How

Many should die, millions or just enow
Yes, war and the fallen lives of war dead
Corpses strewn upon wet blood-soaked ground
In fertile fields, were farmers once did plow.

Many should die, millions or just enow
War the savagery of

The Blessed Land

America:
Does the Light Still Shine?

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    "Freedom of speech,
     Freedom to worship,
     Freedom from want,
     Freedom from fear."

        

Survivors Guilt

.
         G L I N T
     Unmistakable
    Memories  Swell
    There’s a reverse
     I  survived. Why
      Me over others
       petrified Tears

Survivors In Love Still Learning Everyday

so many people dying 
we cannot keep up
so we hold each other tighter

so much unpredictability in the world
we are not mind readers
so we make each other's world brighter

such an abundance of bad and sad news
we just shake our heads and go
so we make a renewed effort to enjoy life more

so many beautiful flowers that are

Uncommon Sight

To see the world, all the good 
as a child at a seasonal faire  
counting months in inches grown
and inherited faint-colored hairs. 
 
All days number 
three hundred and sixty five
so glad they still are.. 
same as the nights,
in eternity of a young life  
under crackling camp fires
and countless unnamed stars. 

We survivors,

Survivors

Plants that grow on arid spaces,
They thrive in the midst of the driest deserts;
They survive on slopy rock edges;
They bear the scourge and ravages of ages.

Even in the depth of gusty circumstances,
like the sun, they shine, even in chancy races;
They always light up a glow in their faces
like an image of true love, full of

I Was Searching For Survivors

i was searching for survivors
in all the right places, finding none
my deepest wishes dissipating
probably for the best i always tell myself
watching it come apart
was half the pleasure
as well as half the pain
never needing a rhyme, nor a clue
and will leave none here
it is best these parts are played
upon non-existent fields
where the scores are left to

As Survivors Dwindle To a Precious Few

Blackened potato
            rock-hard tomato
          Piece of stale bread
            filthy mattress, a bed

          All luxuries at

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