Poems about Life Goals
#LifeGoals
Poems about life goals, dreams and ambitions. Poetry which looks to the future, sets goals and is hopeful about prospects and accomplishments. Here you'll find poems about life goals, bucket lists and challenges, and poems about inner strength and the pursuit of personal development.
Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:56pm
Yesterday 9:56pm
I DID NOT KNOW HE LIVES THERE.
I DID NOT KNOW HE LIVES THERE.
How can you, man, look for the fearless life
on land where time is flying, holding you
intending to throw you in seas of death
where whales receive you with their opened mouths?
There is no hope except in Him who makes
the people all and has the source of joy,
but where is He? I don't know where to find
His smile that fills my heart with endless hope.
After long search, l've found him in the hearts
of every person who does not know Him.
I've given succour to those tearful eyes
and got from...
How can you, man, look for the fearless life
on land where time is flying, holding you
intending to throw you in seas of death
where whales receive you with their opened mouths?
There is no hope except in Him who makes
the people all and has the source of joy,
but where is He? I don't know where to find
His smile that fills my heart with endless hope.
After long search, l've found him in the hearts
of every person who does not know Him.
I've given succour to those tearful eyes
and got from...
#LifeGoals
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2 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
21st Jan 2021 4:34pm
21st Jan 2021 4:34pm
Of Dreams -
I would
like to see
my thoughts
become real,
my words,
my sentences
becoming
the pages
in someone's
book,
spoken
on silent lips,
spoken aloud,
but being there,
held close
or gently
tucked away
until
someone
wanted to
read me again.
like to see
my thoughts
become real,
my words,
my sentences
becoming
the pages
in someone's
book,
spoken
on silent lips,
spoken aloud,
but being there,
held close
or gently
tucked away
until
someone
wanted to
read me again.
#dreams
#motivational
#inspirational
#LifeGoals
#wisdom
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8 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
20th Jan 2021 11:44am
20th Jan 2021 11:44am
Good bye Donald Trump
Goodbye Donald Trump
He has gone now, are you sure thought I saw his shadow.
On the wall just before sunup.
No, no he has gone, and a script is ready an actor, Clooney.
is playing him.
Donald Trump has gone to Florida he is a golf fanatic and
the presiding 4 years has nothing to do with him.
Well, he built a wall the Mexicans refuse to pay for,
it´s an ugly wall, and it doesn´t make the landscape more lovely.
Kind to his friends though pardoned them all.
What will happen next? Not much at first but, he has left.
A legacy of...
He has gone now, are you sure thought I saw his shadow.
On the wall just before sunup.
No, no he has gone, and a script is ready an actor, Clooney.
is playing him.
Donald Trump has gone to Florida he is a golf fanatic and
the presiding 4 years has nothing to do with him.
Well, he built a wall the Mexicans refuse to pay for,
it´s an ugly wall, and it doesn´t make the landscape more lovely.
Kind to his friends though pardoned them all.
What will happen next? Not much at first but, he has left.
A legacy of...
#kindness
#courage
#inspirational
#LifeGoals
#learning
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1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
19th Jan 2021 9:45am
19th Jan 2021 9:45am
pandemic morning
Pandemic Morning
It has been raining in the night
the haar lingers in the bay, but I can see
clouds breaking up,
the sky hides the nascent sun.
Morning coffee is a must.
The air is chilly
he leaves the terrace.
He looks out of the window
in his study and looks at a subdued street
suffering under the pandemic.
It is a sad moment of the day
like it was hesitant to begin.
Then he sees green shoots on a tree
and knows he will live
and love a bit longer.
It has been raining in the night
the haar lingers in the bay, but I can see
clouds breaking up,
the sky hides the nascent sun.
Morning coffee is a must.
The air is chilly
he leaves the terrace.
He looks out of the window
in his study and looks at a subdued street
suffering under the pandemic.
It is a sad moment of the day
like it was hesitant to begin.
Then he sees green shoots on a tree
and knows he will live
and love a bit longer.
#kindness
#courage
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals
#learning
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1 Comment
cabcool
Poem Published
18th Jan 2021 7:01pm
18th Jan 2021 7:01pm
on the edge of time
Tomorrow is the first blank page of a 365-page book.
Write a good one.” ―Brad Paisley.
i stood
on the edge
of time,
hesitant,
for the darkness
was too deep
for my sullen spirit
and the mountains too steep
for my swollen feet.
i could
try to dredge
where rhyme,
adamant
in its starkness,
made me leap
with no reason in it,
by the fountains that weep,
finding no retreat.
i gazed
at the open
skies,
whence lost dreams
beckon to me
like a ship ...
Write a good one.” ―Brad Paisley.
i stood
on the edge
of time,
hesitant,
for the darkness
was too deep
for my sullen spirit
and the mountains too steep
for my swollen feet.
i could
try to dredge
where rhyme,
adamant
in its starkness,
made me leap
with no reason in it,
by the fountains that weep,
finding no retreat.
i gazed
at the open
skies,
whence lost dreams
beckon to me
like a ship ...
#hope
#spiritual
#LifeGoals
#CallToAction
#NewYear
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1 Comment
Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
18th Jan 2021 3:05pm
18th Jan 2021 3:05pm
PROVE YOURSELF. Revised
PROVE YOURSELF. Revised
None is fondled in this field.
Just your works can commend you.
They can lift you up or throw
Your decayed name out of view.
Each looks for a valued goal,
which stays nil in others' eyes
till he can convince the crowds
that his tower will soon rise.
Neutral is the world around,
watching with its careless look,
clapping to those who can write
their initials in life's book.
Books of life open their hearts
only to those who can sign
their sublime names with a pen
gold in...
None is fondled in this field.
Just your works can commend you.
They can lift you up or throw
Your decayed name out of view.
Each looks for a valued goal,
which stays nil in others' eyes
till he can convince the crowds
that his tower will soon rise.
Neutral is the world around,
watching with its careless look,
clapping to those who can write
their initials in life's book.
Books of life open their hearts
only to those who can sign
their sublime names with a pen
gold in...
#LifeGoals
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4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
14th Jan 2021 6:58pm
14th Jan 2021 6:58pm
I’m Ready
My heart, mind, and body, seeks good cheer
Inhaling and exhaling for another marathon year
Getting my temple adjusted to the post Covid-19 of training for my first passion
Nike sneakers laced up… Sports bra, Nike shorts running against the wind as my heart rate is hashing
College, grades, profession, editing novels, keeps my mind from crashing
25 pounds of sheer endurance lifting dumbbells
Grimaces, body stiff, muscles fatigued, lactic acid to the knees from pavement pounding, sore palms, the grit of training no one ever...
Inhaling and exhaling for another marathon year
Getting my temple adjusted to the post Covid-19 of training for my first passion
Nike sneakers laced up… Sports bra, Nike shorts running against the wind as my heart rate is hashing
College, grades, profession, editing novels, keeps my mind from crashing
25 pounds of sheer endurance lifting dumbbells
Grimaces, body stiff, muscles fatigued, lactic acid to the knees from pavement pounding, sore palms, the grit of training no one ever...
#identity
#confessional
#LifeGoals
57 reads
17 Comments
Andres__Castro
Poem Published
10th Jan 2021 4:38am
10th Jan 2021 4:38am
Poetry and Cardiomyopathy
The Stoli empties gathered dust under my bed,
weed was even easier to score around the block.
I was a good kid in high school when I went—
enough to just pass. I’ve been just passing since.
You see, of course, I’m confessional— near
shameless—has gotten worse since brittle bones
and bald head— worse—I want you with me.
Considering my confession of a need to be logical,
you say, you think too much— tastes like butter on
toasted rye with seeds. Add my strange A-D-D,
synesthesia, traumatized grammar, addiction to word
hits, and...
weed was even easier to score around the block.
I was a good kid in high school when I went—
enough to just pass. I’ve been just passing since.
You see, of course, I’m confessional— near
shameless—has gotten worse since brittle bones
and bald head— worse—I want you with me.
Considering my confession of a need to be logical,
you say, you think too much— tastes like butter on
toasted rye with seeds. Add my strange A-D-D,
synesthesia, traumatized grammar, addiction to word
hits, and...
#FreeVerse
#LifeGoals
#learning
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oskar
Poem Published
9th Jan 2021 8:39am
9th Jan 2021 8:39am
we have got him now
We have got him now
All the Politicians of the republican persuasion
who defended Trump by being silent?
And they waited to the last moment just in case he was able
to overturn the election.
When all was lost, and Trump was finished
washed up and had his innards removed, did they turn and said he was a crook.
These cowardly enablers.
We cannot give them a free pass, and they are as guilty as Trump
by holding on to power as long as they could.
And the businessmen/women he had made rich, what will they say
they were in it for the...
All the Politicians of the republican persuasion
who defended Trump by being silent?
And they waited to the last moment just in case he was able
to overturn the election.
When all was lost, and Trump was finished
washed up and had his innards removed, did they turn and said he was a crook.
These cowardly enablers.
We cannot give them a free pass, and they are as guilty as Trump
by holding on to power as long as they could.
And the businessmen/women he had made rich, what will they say
they were in it for the...
#courage
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals
#learning
#heroic
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1 Comment
Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
7th Jan 2021 8:17pm
7th Jan 2021 8:17pm
THE MEANING OF LIFE
THE MEANING OF LIFE
You want to live, depend on self
as each has problems in his life.
Can you help others to survive
while you can scarcely stay alive?
Each does not know where his success
resides as life has lots to face.
It's like a wheel that's turning round;
it takes you up, then to the ground.
What's your outcome in life's exam?
Each does his best for a grand aim.
I can't ask you to leave your pen
and help a friend to get his ten.
One thing l ask as life is hard,
and we all live on callous land. ...
You want to live, depend on self
as each has problems in his life.
Can you help others to survive
while you can scarcely stay alive?
Each does not know where his success
resides as life has lots to face.
It's like a wheel that's turning round;
it takes you up, then to the ground.
What's your outcome in life's exam?
Each does his best for a grand aim.
I can't ask you to leave your pen
and help a friend to get his ten.
One thing l ask as life is hard,
and we all live on callous land. ...
#LifeGoals
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2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2021 7:41pm
3rd Jan 2021 7:41pm
Fif Yea 'o Nev Liv Agai
Fifty years fell faulted by none other than mine'own
flock'o faults and filigreed, first-tier follies (as we have know'd'em).
Fifty years fell faulted and my tears washed nothing that couldn't
be re-filthed wit'in a minute or two, so i cleaned your eyes, so at least
one of us could see straight. Fifty years fell so faulted that eye had
to re-find the proper fissures with which to foothold and handhold
for dear dire life (and the punctuations there'in) without assurance
that either of us would live alive to story on about how we lived &...
flock'o faults and filigreed, first-tier follies (as we have know'd'em).
Fifty years fell faulted and my tears washed nothing that couldn't
be re-filthed wit'in a minute or two, so i cleaned your eyes, so at least
one of us could see straight. Fifty years fell so faulted that eye had
to re-find the proper fissures with which to foothold and handhold
for dear dire life (and the punctuations there'in) without assurance
that either of us would live alive to story on about how we lived &...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals
#LifeCycle
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4 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
29th Dec 2020 10:12pm
29th Dec 2020 10:12pm
a sacred tao of unimagined to known. *reading
hands grasp fabric tightly
clenched, arched and aching
an ardent cry of fucking splendor,
with an echoing in fullest fervor
eyes squeezed tight,
a taste of acrid-like iron
rests upon reddened swollen lips
the smallest drop of blood,
escapes the wound
of the bite mark on a muscled shoulder
alabaster amalgamates with vanilla honey
and culminates into all that is quintessential;
a phenomenon of imagined legend
transfigures into beautiful but simple,
golden, blissful transcendence ~
dreams, once impossibly longed for, ...
clenched, arched and aching
an ardent cry of fucking splendor,
with an echoing in fullest fervor
eyes squeezed tight,
a taste of acrid-like iron
rests upon reddened swollen lips
the smallest drop of blood,
escapes the wound
of the bite mark on a muscled shoulder
alabaster amalgamates with vanilla honey
and culminates into all that is quintessential;
a phenomenon of imagined legend
transfigures into beautiful but simple,
golden, blissful transcendence ~
dreams, once impossibly longed for, ...
#love
#lust
#dreams
#TruthOfLife
#LifeGoals
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35 Comments
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