Uphill battle fought and won
Victory earned sweet as rhum
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Dream
Life is an uphill battle to be waged with steam .
“Strings of thoughts in my mind oft stream,
Asleep or half awake, like a dream
That soars in a while to the sky
Soon after I open my eyes.” By Author
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My Dream Within a Dream
Lost in slumber, deep and still
I dream of a journey uphill
Strewn with thick thorns on the way
A scorching sun all through the day
Wild winds whirling without cease
Oft slogging with bruised knees
Left to my own destiny
With no soul to goad me
As to brave the storms I strive
And at day`s end to survive
The view ahead of me is bright
Offering a picturesque sight
Each step I trudge raises me up
Leaving worries in a cup
With each step up, the air grows sweet
Though heavier become my feet
Yet I move, pulled by rays of hope
As the peak beams with new scope
Just when at top of the hill
Wild winds hurl me downhill
I quite wake up in sweats, with fright
Half asleep, under the moon`s light
I wonder with a soft scream
If life is a dream in a dream
An uphill battle to wage with steam.
Globally synchronized system.
Hive mind, you're all tethered.
Im a conflict of interest.
Im a thorn in flesh.
Im a frustrating predicament.
Im The situation you all created.
Im an uphill battle.
Conspiracies.
Going through the rabbit hole.
And jumping through hoops.
Artifical intelligence and carbon copies.
This world so intricate.
What a conundrum.
Love is not the key.
The fundamentals of being human is dignity and respect.
You people haven't treated me with such.
Birds are cameras, no, it's the spirit.
Keep your hopes and wish on 11:11.
This white i wear is already red.
The blood i bleed is of your hands.
This is your doing.
Depression feels like it's eating me inside,
Feels like the world is ending and all I want to do is cry,
Bills piling up so high,
And my worth of living makes me want to die,
It's killing me inside,
I can confide,
But what will it change,
Everything feels out of range,
Screaming for a life preserver as I'm drowning,
But the water is forcing me under,
I'm suffocating,
I'm losing,
It's killing me inside,
Try so hard but fail each time,
I'm losing an uphill battle,
I lost my battle cry,
Maybe it's just easier if I gave up,
And let surviving die.
Author Dana Redricks
April 14, 2023
Have you ever had the blues, when life seems to be filled with only bad news? When the world appears dark and bleak, and every day feels like another uphill battle in which you seem to lose. But fear not, my dear friend, for the blues will come to an end. The sun will shine again and hope will lift you above all your doubts. Remember, life is like a rollercoaster ride, full of ups and downs, twists and slides. And just like the blues, the lows will pass, and happiness will return again. So hold on tight and do not let go,
Keep moving forward, even if you have to move slow. For with time and perseverance, you will see, that the blues will disappear, and you will be at ease, and be set free. You will begin to see more clearly how the trials of life have shaped you into the person you are meant to be.
Success is counted sweetest by those
Who never tasted victory's rose
For they know the struggle and the pain
The uphill battle they fought in vain..
They strive and strive with all their might
But somehow always miss the sight
Of the finish line, of the prize
Leaving them with tears in their eyes,
Yet still they try, again and again
Hoping that someday they'll attain
The glory that the winners boast
And the satisfaction they cherish most
But in their hearts they know the truth
That success is sweeter to those who lose
For they understand the cost it takes
To achieve what everyone else makes
So let them hold on to their dreams
And cherish the struggle, so it seems
For in the end, they'll realize
That it's the journey that makes it all worthwhile..
My dear sweet heart!
Let me have the privilege to lend my hand.
A safe fist...
Worry not for any twist.
Life may be an uphill battle,
But assure...
“Lead you securely till my last breath!”
Place : 1st
Link C
Short verse inspired by pictures Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Lisa YY
Date: 23-07-2022
Our innocence was taken.
Our youth was was tortured.
Our identity was buried.
Our self worth forgotten.
But we remember our shame.
Our memory is branded with the scars.
Our self esteem is crushed to smithereens.
We lack self confidence and hide in the darkness.
When the light gleams we shy away.
But we remember our shame.
We didn’t know life could be so cruel and cold.
An uphill battle against the world and wind.
No one to confide in, no one to talk to.
No one to wipe away the tears.
But we remember our shame.
Spiral straight away makes me think
of that time I was on the brink.
Thanks to modern medicine and more,
I am no longer on the floor.
It's love I know that got me through,
especially the love I have for you.
An uphill battle it seemed back then,
now it's hard to remember when,
communication lines were down.
I permanently had a frown.
Anger ate me up inside.
I had to wait for it to subside.
My Precious, my Puddings, my little girls,
the longer, the stronger my love unfurls.
Thanks for waiting for me to return.
Your Mammy's back, my Honeybuns.
16/06/2020
For Anything goes as long as it is about a spiral.
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann.
Thank you Kia, I did enjoy it.
I just want to write, just let the words pour out my brain,
Dissecting each word quickly to make sure I'm not insane
I break down my thinking often, some would call me anti-social,
I can't tell if it's society or if I'm just going postal
I need these clouds to clear, leave blue skies within my mind,
I just need a little clarity to make sure I'm still aligned
Got to keep my head on straight, can't afford to make mistakes,
Stay focused on my family while dodging all the snakes
Society today has, itself, an uphill battle,
Right now we all act brainwashed like a giant herd of cattle
But what really is society?
Is it something that lives inside of me?
Does that realization make me free?
Is there an answer or a sort of key?
Are these questions normal, are these things I should be asking?
Because it's difficult to handle these ideas I am grasping
I won't find help, and the struggle will continue on,
I will keep on questioning until I am dead and gone.
Life is an uphill battle
No credit only blame
You play the cards they hand you
But there’s no meaning to the game
The rock rolls down upon you
And you try and you try again
As you justify existence
To live in the world of men
Oh, Krakatoa
Raining down on me
Oh, Krakatoa
You size up situations
Dig your trenches and hunker in
Wear your machine gun bullet halo
As if you had a chance to win
But in the country of your spirit,
You’re awaiting deportation
Still, your wet eyes greet the morning light
In stagnant celebration
The anvil of your calling
Keeps pressing for response
As the blacksmith strikes the molten mash
Amid your veil of sparks
And it seems like you’ve been bent this way
For a hundred-thousand years
With the peoples of antiquity
Who learned to explain their fears –
Oh, Krakatoa
Raining down on me
Oh, Krakatoa
Everyone is fighting as if everything’s a oneway street, not striving to debate with fact only fighting to defeat
It’s a fight between the ignorant and that truly is a scary thing, and I shudder to think what this battle will bring
It’s very in to be a victim and look to be offended, but no one is taught to defend themselves because defence is always lended
this creates a person who cannot support themself, living in a world almost void of mental health
my kids have an uphill battle, will be a struggle from the start, I worry not about it because I know they have the heart
The world I see is blinding me
violence and hate surrounding me
pluck my eyes and make me deaf
then only may my faith be kept
I am losing hope for human kind
an uphill battle inside my mind
crazy... crazy... my sense of fear
my inability to empathize is near
growing blind to their crying eyes
their soulless vessels are no surprise
listen... listen... to the sound of quiet
a peaceful calm before the riot
their screams begin to settle down
even whispers are no longer found
feel it... feel it... the last bit of grace
gone like a smile from every person's face
armed to the tooth,and ready for a war
ready to fight, ready to die once more
what is right, does it really matter?
bang bang, our minds are shattered
battling for a human component
what's left of love... I wouldn't know it!
no more emotions emitting waves
kill or be killed, since there is nothing left to save
the humans conquered but our world is lost
there is no one left to weigh the cost
greed, corruption, deceit, and hate
with every deed, we sealed our fate
there's nothing left but negative space
no plants, nor animals, no human race.
Judgments of deception plagued my mind,
Following an artificial shadow with no hope.
Having problems from cognitive growth,
Learning was considered a form of witchcraft.
No intentions of committing remorseful acts,
Yet sinned horribly with clouded viewpoints.
Jinxed by the demons of mental illnesses,
Leading to the wicked curse of addiction.
Due to the unpreparedness at the legal age,
The real world ate me alive during adulthood.
Climbing an uphill battle to conquer problems,
The first step needed to start with exploration.
Reaching the highest mountains to find potential,
Recognizing my personality through discovery.
Acceptance from pure identity led to happiness,
Now traveling a path of my own choosing.
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