Poems about Life Struggles
#LifeStruggles
Poems about life when things get tough, with difficult decisions to make or feeling like life is falling apart. Here you will find a range of life struggles expressed through poetry.
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Pained Daze
Pain radiates
Making thought
sharp
edged
Adding weight
to already
overly sensitized
nerves
Life
betrayed
by body
Shambling stumble
through
medicated haze days
Waiting
for good ones
Managing
the rest
Making thought
sharp
edged
Adding weight
to already
overly sensitized
nerves
Life
betrayed
by body
Shambling stumble
through
medicated haze days
Waiting
for good ones
Managing
the rest
#LifeStruggles
#illness
#suffering
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It's life Jim
it seems kind of ironic that my current existence feels like the norm, and it's like everything leading up to it, was the surreal, yet now realising that all of it was the surreal, and i have no idea what the norm is supposed to be. i suppose it's like trying to identify reality, and i have no idea what that's all about. and then i hear of war, then i see the insanity, and cruelty of mankind, and i cringe. i'm currently listening to the weather forecast, some oceans are calm, some are stormy, and that this changes daily, "it's life Jim, but not as we know it......"
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
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Can I go back please?
I didn't used to fear so much.
Frankly, I'm not sure where any of it came from.
When did I stop caring about myself?
When did my life stop being my own?
When did my eyes fall to the ground,
And my words get stuck?
When did I start hiding my body?
When did my voice get so quiet?
When did tears become all my cheeks know?
Where did my pride go?
To where did my courage flee?
Can I have it back, please?
If I sit here and beg, pleading for forgiveness,
could I live for myself...
Frankly, I'm not sure where any of it came from.
When did I stop caring about myself?
When did my life stop being my own?
When did my eyes fall to the ground,
And my words get stuck?
When did I start hiding my body?
When did my voice get so quiet?
When did tears become all my cheeks know?
Where did my pride go?
To where did my courage flee?
Can I have it back, please?
If I sit here and beg, pleading for forgiveness,
could I live for myself...
#sadness
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles #emptiness
#LifeStruggles #emptiness
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Where I live
Used to be a farmer
Used to till the ground
Now my tractor's silent
I can faintly here the sound
That memory of my father
As I sat on his knee
While he taught me the value
Of the planted seed
Used to be a milkman
I used to be your friend
I used to be something
I'll never be again
Used to be a teacher
Used to mentor kids ...
Used to till the ground
Now my tractor's silent
I can faintly here the sound
That memory of my father
As I sat on his knee
While he taught me the value
Of the planted seed
Used to be a milkman
I used to be your friend
I used to be something
I'll never be again
Used to be a teacher
Used to mentor kids ...
#anxiety
#hope
#death #LifeStruggles
#death #LifeStruggles
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cut-throat culture
I don't need a holy book, to show me what is seen; i don't need a holy book to tell me don't fall in love with this reality;
I don't believe everything I hear, see, or read; by design-there's hardly any room here for peace and harmony;
best case senerio is having food to eat, clothes to wear, and a place to sleep.... everything else are potential reasons one seeks a cope to maintain some sense of ease
I don't believe everything I hear, see, or read; by design-there's hardly any room here for peace and harmony;
best case senerio is having food to eat, clothes to wear, and a place to sleep.... everything else are potential reasons one seeks a cope to maintain some sense of ease
#sadness
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
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No place like home
In the hills up high, I stand alone,
Lost and searching for a place to call my own.
My life feels heavy, burdened with strife,
Missing my kids, longing for their light.
No one to shield me, no one to hold,
In this vast emptiness, my heart feels cold.
Questions arise, pondering God's plan,
Is this my destiny, to wander in this land?
But amidst the darkness, a flicker of hope,
Whispering gently, helping me to cope.
For every trial, there's a purpose unknown,
Guiding me through the wilderness I've known.
Though I may...
Lost and searching for a place to call my own.
My life feels heavy, burdened with strife,
Missing my kids, longing for their light.
No one to shield me, no one to hold,
In this vast emptiness, my heart feels cold.
Questions arise, pondering God's plan,
Is this my destiny, to wander in this land?
But amidst the darkness, a flicker of hope,
Whispering gently, helping me to cope.
For every trial, there's a purpose unknown,
Guiding me through the wilderness I've known.
Though I may...
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#despair
#FeelingLost
#emotional
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A Thief from Space Chapter 3
A Thief from Space
Chapter 3
I pushed the bejeweled lizard away and shot the last lizard with my screamer. I glance at my body screen to see it burning yellow, “Nine, this is Kitten. You will find a group of dead at the foot of the ramp down; turn right.”
There was quiet before he answered, “Copy, turn right at the bottom of the ramp.”
I started moving carefully down the tunnel, scanning in front of me. I had not reached the next intersection when I heard stone grinding and lizards arguing. I checked my weapons and moved forward carefully. A buzzing noise...
Chapter 3
I pushed the bejeweled lizard away and shot the last lizard with my screamer. I glance at my body screen to see it burning yellow, “Nine, this is Kitten. You will find a group of dead at the foot of the ramp down; turn right.”
There was quiet before he answered, “Copy, turn right at the bottom of the ramp.”
I started moving carefully down the tunnel, scanning in front of me. I had not reached the next intersection when I heard stone grinding and lizards arguing. I checked my weapons and moved forward carefully. A buzzing noise...
#LifeStruggles
#FallingInLove
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A Thief from Space Chapter 2
A Thief from Space
Chapter 2
They were the only other thieves on the planet I thought good enough to get into Vega's estate and steal something, "Dead. Edwards took out Peters. Mosley took out Sampson. Donelson took out Malabo. Harris took out Dodge and McConnell is missing and believed dead by Zolas." (Edwards, Mosley, Donelson, Harris, and Zolas were five of the big ten).
I cursed, "Go silent and change comms to the secondary."
I turned to Vega and called the consulate back. I did not have to go through the phone tag game "What...
Chapter 2
They were the only other thieves on the planet I thought good enough to get into Vega's estate and steal something, "Dead. Edwards took out Peters. Mosley took out Sampson. Donelson took out Malabo. Harris took out Dodge and McConnell is missing and believed dead by Zolas." (Edwards, Mosley, Donelson, Harris, and Zolas were five of the big ten).
I cursed, "Go silent and change comms to the secondary."
I turned to Vega and called the consulate back. I did not have to go through the phone tag game "What...
#LifeStruggles
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A Thief from Space Chapter 1
A Thief from Space
Chapter 1
My mother had been a platoon leader for a Space Marines elite commando unit on a detached mission. My father had been a starship captain.
They both made the mistake of crossing paths with and embarrassing several heads of giant corporations. I was born shortly after my mother was asked to leave the services. She had to go into hiding in the Maze right after my father was assassinated.
They finally caught my mother when I was four. She took over thirty professional assassins with her before she was killed. From then on, I was raised...
Chapter 1
My mother had been a platoon leader for a Space Marines elite commando unit on a detached mission. My father had been a starship captain.
They both made the mistake of crossing paths with and embarrassing several heads of giant corporations. I was born shortly after my mother was asked to leave the services. She had to go into hiding in the Maze right after my father was assassinated.
They finally caught my mother when I was four. She took over thirty professional assassins with her before she was killed. From then on, I was raised...
#LifeStruggles
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Explorations Into The Unknown
In the cold light of day
I see myself
Recklessly, and fecklessly
Drifting
Falling down rabbit holes
Exploring, and ignoring
The dangers
Both physically
And emotionally
Curiosity killed the cat
No returns on satisfaction
I took a wrong turn
Venturing through a portal
Into another world
That i cannot easily escape
Other than the eternal sleep
That eventually awaits us all
From which there is no detour
The tunnel of love eluded me
Instead i fell into a black hole
I am left floating
Within the...
I see myself
Recklessly, and fecklessly
Drifting
Falling down rabbit holes
Exploring, and ignoring
The dangers
Both physically
And emotionally
Curiosity killed the cat
No returns on satisfaction
I took a wrong turn
Venturing through a portal
Into another world
That i cannot easily escape
Other than the eternal sleep
That eventually awaits us all
From which there is no detour
The tunnel of love eluded me
Instead i fell into a black hole
I am left floating
Within the...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeChangingMoment
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeChangingMoment
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Post Mortem
I would like to die in my sleep,
peaceful rest becoming eternity.
But then again,
I'd like for them to find me
with a half-eaten turkey sandwich
still in my mouth:
rotisserie roasted turkey
on artisan sourdough
or Jewish rye bread,
with slices of heirloom tomatoes,
strips of thick cut bacon,
mayo and alfalfa sprouts
instead of lettuce.
They will all lament that
I didn't get to finish such
a delicious sandwich.
Then they will examine
my body and they will see
battle scars long since healed
and...
peaceful rest becoming eternity.
But then again,
I'd like for them to find me
with a half-eaten turkey sandwich
still in my mouth:
rotisserie roasted turkey
on artisan sourdough
or Jewish rye bread,
with slices of heirloom tomatoes,
strips of thick cut bacon,
mayo and alfalfa sprouts
instead of lettuce.
They will all lament that
I didn't get to finish such
a delicious sandwich.
Then they will examine
my body and they will see
battle scars long since healed
and...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeCycle
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeCycle
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the itch, the blister
he insists we made the nails
in return he bequeaths an
itch as we walk upon soil,
i can't recall the last time
my hands opened his book
but my mind remembers
each spite he chose to
leave behind as we
collect our blisters.
in return he bequeaths an
itch as we walk upon soil,
i can't recall the last time
my hands opened his book
but my mind remembers
each spite he chose to
leave behind as we
collect our blisters.
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
#culture
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DU Poetry : Poems about Life Struggles