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.
slipalong
Poem Published
14th Jun 2020 12:34pm
14th Jun 2020 12:34pm
BLM
Cardboard s shaking fist
Black goal's that wont be eclipsed
BLM persist's
Black goal's that wont be eclipsed
BLM persist's
#strength
#LifeGoals
#senryu #determination
#senryu #determination
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
13th Jun 2020 2:08am
13th Jun 2020 2:08am
Legacies
I remember it was the summer of nineteen-eighty-nine when I
first walked into that bandroom. There were so many pictures
and trophies on the wall, some were as big as four feet tall along
with a nostalgia I’ve never felt before. Mrs. Davidson took a liking to me, a scared year fifteen-year old
kid yet she made everyone feel at home. As the years progressed, I understood why she stressed the
importance of developing our craft, they were tools of a great work ethic, team building...
first walked into that bandroom. There were so many pictures
and trophies on the wall, some were as big as four feet tall along
with a nostalgia I’ve never felt before. Mrs. Davidson took a liking to me, a scared year fifteen-year old
kid yet she made everyone feel at home. As the years progressed, I understood why she stressed the
importance of developing our craft, they were tools of a great work ethic, team building...
#music
#LifeGoals
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10 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
8th Jun 2020 11:36am
8th Jun 2020 11:36am
Wait. Don't do any-thing.
remember the days ?
remember the days gone by (gone) ?
remember the days that never was ?
that never were ?
(well'o'well ye got it all wrong
got it all wrong any'way)
(did anyone ever remember?
anyone who might re-call ?
the way it was transpired ?
was it real & so translucent ?
one could 'see through' ?
as one...
remember the days gone by (gone) ?
remember the days that never was ?
that never were ?
(well'o'well ye got it all wrong
got it all wrong any'way)
(did anyone ever remember?
anyone who might re-call ?
the way it was transpired ?
was it real & so translucent ?
one could 'see through' ?
as one...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals
#LifeCycle
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RByron418
Poem Published
7th Jun 2020 5:13am
7th Jun 2020 5:13am
rotten eggs
we long
to ask of autumn
the secrets of spring -
to demand of the past
the future it's yet to bring -
to beat beauty bare,
exposing its anxious guts with
its insect like crawling and fretting a
scurrying dance to prepare for
an anticipated destruction -
And/but here
a doubt full egg, loud with cracking,
mad with disgust at its hatching -
spilling its yolk, a pool of
synthetic medicine, primed for a
noxious mouth, spawning
sharp shadows that slice wounds
into the light,
this symphonic...
to ask of autumn
the secrets of spring -
to demand of the past
the future it's yet to bring -
to beat beauty bare,
exposing its anxious guts with
its insect like crawling and fretting a
scurrying dance to prepare for
an anticipated destruction -
And/but here
a doubt full egg, loud with cracking,
mad with disgust at its hatching -
spilling its yolk, a pool of
synthetic medicine, primed for a
noxious mouth, spawning
sharp shadows that slice wounds
into the light,
this symphonic...
#LifeGoals
#HumanRights
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Jun 2020 11:16pm
4th Jun 2020 11:16pm
Black Cross for a Penitent Angel
Black Cross for a Penitent Angel
My employment carousel finds me sitting behind the desk in a classroom at a school for the gifted. I am the substitute teacher for these acolytes of the baroque masters of melody. Young pianist, flutist, and organist birth notes on high with fingers on fire. This is an Olympian high school where Apollo’s children excel. I just melt in my soma zone while the kids strum my heart with the music of the Gods.
The...
My employment carousel finds me sitting behind the desk in a classroom at a school for the gifted. I am the substitute teacher for these acolytes of the baroque masters of melody. Young pianist, flutist, and organist birth notes on high with fingers on fire. This is an Olympian high school where Apollo’s children excel. I just melt in my soma zone while the kids strum my heart with the music of the Gods.
The...
#loneliness
#teens
#friendship
#school
#LifeGoals
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6 Comments
Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
25th May 2020 6:29pm
25th May 2020 6:29pm
THE LABYRINTH
THE LABYRINTH
What are you man but just a passing guest?
Why are you brought if life will end in gloom?
Are those, who bring you, pleased with its strange aim?
If not, why do they get involved in such a game?
I know some who can't have a sober mind.
They hate the world and drink to forget it,
yet they are married and they have some kids.
Why do they have them if the world is void?
What is the world but such a labyrinth
that gets quite clear through that eternal life?
What is the use if souls do not survive,
and live the...
What are you man but just a passing guest?
Why are you brought if life will end in gloom?
Are those, who bring you, pleased with its strange aim?
If not, why do they get involved in such a game?
I know some who can't have a sober mind.
They hate the world and drink to forget it,
yet they are married and they have some kids.
Why do they have them if the world is void?
What is the world but such a labyrinth
that gets quite clear through that eternal life?
What is the use if souls do not survive,
and live the...
#TruthOfLife
#LifeGoals
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Lord_Stabdagger
Poem Published
18th May 2020 10:12pm
18th May 2020 10:12pm
Run for your Death!
Robert had never been happier. Finally, after several years of hard work his life was exactly where he wanted it to be. In the morning he starts his new job and by the end of the year he’ll be set for life.
He stands in front of his wardrobe mirror admiring the new suit he’ll be wearing, totally absorbed in his own self worth, when all of a sudden, “Good morning,” came a voice behind him.
He turned to find a tall elderly gentleman dressed in tweed, sitting on the end of his bed, casually smoking an old fashioned pipe.
“Who the hell are you!? How did you get in here!?” ...
He stands in front of his wardrobe mirror admiring the new suit he’ll be wearing, totally absorbed in his own self worth, when all of a sudden, “Good morning,” came a voice behind him.
He turned to find a tall elderly gentleman dressed in tweed, sitting on the end of his bed, casually smoking an old fashioned pipe.
“Who the hell are you!? How did you get in here!?” ...
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals
#escape
#determination
#risk
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anvinvil
Anvillan
Anvillan
Poem Published
17th May 2020 5:20pm
17th May 2020 5:20pm
Meditation Expanded...
Meditation is a journey
Myself the goal.
Quiet time
Mind reset
Deep inside
Seeking center
Reorient the heart
Search for the soul
Climb that ladder
Enlightenment shines
Eyes blinded
Back to earth
Mind refreshed
Vision clear.
Myself the goal.
Quiet time
Mind reset
Deep inside
Seeking center
Reorient the heart
Search for the soul
Climb that ladder
Enlightenment shines
Eyes blinded
Back to earth
Mind refreshed
Vision clear.
#LifeGoals
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Jadedembers
Poem Published
17th May 2020 4:11pm
17th May 2020 4:11pm
Choosing Monsters In Human Skin
#MeToo
#LifeStruggles
#LifeGoals
#CallToAction
#DomesticViolence
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6 Comments
Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
14th May 2020 7:59pm
14th May 2020 7:59pm
WHAT IS THE USE?
WHAT IS THE USE?
The obscure darkness fills the sky
with stars that twinkle like man's eyes.
They ask if man can find an aim
of this fast trip and his short life.
The stars tell him that they have seen
a lot of people come and die.
They saw the cavemen yesterday.
Today, they see the modern men.
They passed like guests and still they do.
Why do they come? where do they go?
The stars and eyes twinkle and ask,
"What is the use of this vague trip?"
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ...
The obscure darkness fills the sky
with stars that twinkle like man's eyes.
They ask if man can find an aim
of this fast trip and his short life.
The stars tell him that they have seen
a lot of people come and die.
They saw the cavemen yesterday.
Today, they see the modern men.
They passed like guests and still they do.
Why do they come? where do they go?
The stars and eyes twinkle and ask,
"What is the use of this vague trip?"
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ...
#LifeGoals
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Alexloveletters
Poem Published
12th May 2020 9:01pm
12th May 2020 9:01pm
What do I want?
What do I want?
That you throw yourself into my arms, that we kiss languorously,
and that our soft touch melts every ounce of pain in us.
I want to take you, steal you, and never return you again.
I want to lock you in my heart and never let you go.
I want to breathe your perfume, and keep it with me forever.
I want to submit to your will, lie down and expose myself to your gaze.
You can ravage my body brutally, but please handle my heart with care,
let your mouth speak tender words, let your hand lavish wild caresses!
My darling, let's have the...
That you throw yourself into my arms, that we kiss languorously,
and that our soft touch melts every ounce of pain in us.
I want to take you, steal you, and never return you again.
I want to lock you in my heart and never let you go.
I want to breathe your perfume, and keep it with me forever.
I want to submit to your will, lie down and expose myself to your gaze.
You can ravage my body brutally, but please handle my heart with care,
let your mouth speak tender words, let your hand lavish wild caresses!
My darling, let's have the...
#love
#prose
#LifeGoals
#emotional
#passion
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
11th May 2020 1:15pm
11th May 2020 1:15pm
Left (At That)
Punch out a pop'eyed po'um for the greater world of words
to be
re-warded wit. We know it'll do lottsa "good"",
(won't'it?)
Slap me face on the darkside of the Moon, just forsake of
re-verbiation(s).
Kick me in the grid of groin. There ain't any thing that "works"
in there
any-way.
Me guts been on th'floor for lottsa time it seems, so just re-member
them olde days ...
to be
re-warded wit. We know it'll do lottsa "good"",
(won't'it?)
Slap me face on the darkside of the Moon, just forsake of
re-verbiation(s).
Kick me in the grid of groin. There ain't any thing that "works"
in there
any-way.
Me guts been on th'floor for lottsa time it seems, so just re-member
them olde days ...
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#drugs
#insomnia
#LifeGoals
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