Tough Poems - Poems about Tough

Bound by the Streets, where the poor Class prevails, With Cold, hardened hearts, some are born by jail With slicked-back hair and a comb in our hands, We Greasers survive in a rough, Tough land Through thick and thin, Hoods are roots in the ground, A bond like steel, unshaken and unbound No matter the odds, we won’t face defeat Born by...

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Violet Smith lived in Center Kingdom. Her neighbors were Jack and Jill; Like orange sun, of a pink morning, when it's just peeking over blue hills. With Mother and Father and sister, Ava, Violet enjoyed life on Sage farm; Just as lilac breezes, from out of the south, only rove to keep you warm. Theirs was a land that...

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Paul talked tough, said he wanted to pulverize his enemy But didn’t have one as far as any of us roommates could see I’d mangle and maim them like a warrior wrecking ball His only enemies are on video games, our friend Paul...

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How important are family and friends, Times of real trouble the outcome depends, Depends on the numbers the more we recruit, Together we help to resolve a dispute, Our heads put together to plan our way out, Intimidate the enemy where in with a shout, We can beat every problem fight to the end, Our strength is in numbers...

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When things start getting tough Everything start getting rough Many will say, you're lazy Some will say, you ain't working hard Like it's by power or myth Only few will understand, due to their awareness. When the night starts coming The sun start going Time always make the difference. When everything starts crumbling You start stumbling and fading Everything becomes very crazy...

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Tough Nuts The Lies You Are Determined To Convince Yourself Of... (((Especially Those You Have.))) Are the Most Difficult To: ***CRACK*** !!! -Gray Squirrel 02-21-2025...

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Book by book, I see the hook, How about we have a look, Don't make me choke, I am with a bottle of Coke, I hear a creek, I am not a Greek, The shrubs are on a bleak, Glistened by the sleek, I soften my cheek, Keep me in check, For the high-tech, I smell a stench, Without a blench, I learned in French, I did not sench, Into a...

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Poor child crying his eyes out; Clutching on with vice-like grip... Peeling her child off her legs; Sad mom heads to work. ...

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Be careful with giving yourself too much grace and kindness. Sometimes we benefit from giving ourselves tough love too. - Strength...

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I met a puzzle and conundrum. His name is "Why Am I Becoming Dumb", A diabolically a tough nut to crack, both he and I are poised for attack. I'm pretty sure I'll crack him, but he thinks that it's I who is the nut....

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Life is never fair People, they don't care The frail soul cries, enough Times are tough Problems everywhere you turn Seeing misery, will make you run So many different agendas Entices you to surrender Love and more love is the way A united world, is what they'll say Increased crimes of all sorts Young minds being distorted Daily we travel in disgust Wondering, who can we trust Wasting our...

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Our river runs low, unlike in Barbados, where rain graces the small island, turning it into a tropical paradise. Green pastures thrive, an a breadfruit can sustain a poor man throughout the year, while others feast lavishly. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving in America, and perhaps in other parts of the world too. What are we thankful...

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A convict Mentality/ Is common sense to someone/ But, uncomprehensible to most/ People get it twisted/ They think an inmate and convict/ Are the same/ But they are not/ Two worlds apart/ An inmate can be anyone/ Who goes to prison/ A convict sets people away from others/ A convict is about business/ In all ways/ No one sees weakness/ When looking upon a convict/ An inmate is a weak...

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The place I feel the most at ease, Is at the moment of time's freeze, When the world stops its chores, Feels like opening of heaven's doors. The place I feel the most at ease, Does not exist in this world's breeze. It does exist in sleep, As there is no time to weep. The place I feel the most at ease, With less...

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The Way To Sunrise Would we admire the stars, if it weren’t for the night? Without that darkness, would they have glistened bright? What gives justice its importance, its desire? Doesn’t the cold fade away to light the warm fire? Would honesty exist without the cave of lies? Could trust be built without a fake disguise? Our world isn’t a perfect,...

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