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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The Great Escape Chapter 17, Part 6 of 8

#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
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Misplaced Teardrops
The winter wasteland of my heart
Distant, and distorted
Cast into the cold and lonely rivers of reality
Like melting snowflakes
Now no more than droplets
Their magic, now lost
Without shape, or form
Like misplaced teardrops
by Jemia
Distant, and distorted
Cast into the cold and lonely rivers of reality
Like melting snowflakes
Now no more than droplets
Their magic, now lost
Without shape, or form
Like misplaced teardrops
by Jemia
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
#philosophical
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Rubble
Its funny how the rubble,
does come of concern,
when a kid pulls a 12mm
and points it at your face.
You warn of trouble,
as his hand does tremble,
and asks him if he's a rebel,
or a sweet kid in disguise.
does come of concern,
when a kid pulls a 12mm
and points it at your face.
You warn of trouble,
as his hand does tremble,
and asks him if he's a rebel,
or a sweet kid in disguise.
#LifeStruggles
#racism
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So, Let's call it a tie.
You've said all your words
left your mark,
and left me with a bruised heart.
I made my act and played my part.
I think it was nothing more than a paper cut
So, let's call it a tie
it's not the first time,
No need for us to fall apart.
it's nothing new,
we both have been starring at each other through a barrel of a gun.
with that in mind,
who's was not expecting a few scars?
It's dark,
Ups and downs
It's the only thing we call love
who cares if we fight through the night
When we both...
left your mark,
and left me with a bruised heart.
I made my act and played my part.
I think it was nothing more than a paper cut
So, let's call it a tie
it's not the first time,
No need for us to fall apart.
it's nothing new,
we both have been starring at each other through a barrel of a gun.
with that in mind,
who's was not expecting a few scars?
It's dark,
Ups and downs
It's the only thing we call love
who cares if we fight through the night
When we both...
#conflict
#denial
#LifeStruggles #love
#LifeStruggles #love
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Just around the corner
The car crash
The bodies inside making silent history
The girl
Her head smashed into the steering wheel
Her beautiful face
Her skull
Her forehead caved in and purple
The woman next to her
Her body
Her gentle eyes filled with glass
Her unborn child, twisted inside, neck broken, back broken, small mouth open, full of black congealed blood
The five year old boy in the back seat
Neck broken, legs wrapped around each other, broken several times
His little arms wrapped around himself as if he was freezing
Nothing moves
The...
The bodies inside making silent history
The girl
Her head smashed into the steering wheel
Her beautiful face
Her skull
Her forehead caved in and purple
The woman next to her
Her body
Her gentle eyes filled with glass
Her unborn child, twisted inside, neck broken, back broken, small mouth open, full of black congealed blood
The five year old boy in the back seat
Neck broken, legs wrapped around each other, broken several times
His little arms wrapped around himself as if he was freezing
Nothing moves
The...
#cars
#children
#death
#horror
#LifeStruggles
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Same Poison Different Day
if we both know the definition of insanity
then why are we caught in this winding loop
again and again
a bitter sip
poison on our tongues
sin after sin, drowning in our sleep
we wake to a new day
the beginning of another end
then why are we caught in this winding loop
again and again
a bitter sip
poison on our tongues
sin after sin, drowning in our sleep
we wake to a new day
the beginning of another end
#LifeStruggles
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Hold My Beer
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I didn't know how to gracefully release
an emotional undercurrent
in a manner that was clear
and concise
without becoming the monster I hate
Until the Poem said, Pssst. . .
Hold my beer.
I didn't know how to gracefully release
an emotional undercurrent
in a manner that was clear
and concise
without becoming the monster I hate
Until the Poem said, Pssst. . .
Hold my beer.
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#minimalist
#WritingPoetry
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Take that one chance and make it a great one
At a young age you were told "You have the whole world ahead of you to do what you like"
What do you do...Nothing. Most settle on what comes to them easily. Never striving for much more then the basics. It don't matter to you at the time. You have youth, energy, your having unprotected sex and hanging out with friends all the time. Life seems quite good, until you have to grow up.
At middle age you now think "I've should have done this to avoid that or to go this route instead of that route" You realize changes can be made but you become to content and set...
What do you do...Nothing. Most settle on what comes to them easily. Never striving for much more then the basics. It don't matter to you at the time. You have youth, energy, your having unprotected sex and hanging out with friends all the time. Life seems quite good, until you have to grow up.
At middle age you now think "I've should have done this to avoid that or to go this route instead of that route" You realize changes can be made but you become to content and set...
#aging
#LifeStruggles
#motivational
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
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And yeah, so what
this year may as well
be some microwave
dinner nobody really
wants to indulge in
soaking through plastic,
laden in aromas screaming
please throw me out now
and trust me, i'm waiting
for that garbage brigade
to press that button down
so I can watch it begin
crushing to death.
I already know what
everyone around me
will collectively say
"it might get better
in a few months"
please know, as
this year rolls on
it's not going to
get any easier ...
be some microwave
dinner nobody really
wants to indulge in
soaking through plastic,
laden in aromas screaming
please throw me out now
and trust me, i'm waiting
for that garbage brigade
to press that button down
so I can watch it begin
crushing to death.
I already know what
everyone around me
will collectively say
"it might get better
in a few months"
please know, as
this year rolls on
it's not going to
get any easier ...
#LifeCycle
#LifeStruggles
#StreamOfConsciousness
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All the miles everyday
It's so good to hear you sounding so good and happy, man that's awesome!!
It's good to hear about someone out there destroying it
It's so hard to do anything these days
Got that right
You gotta pass through so many nowhere's and plow through so many nobody's to get anywhere
All the miles each and every day you have to go through just to get to yourself
It's good to hear about someone out there destroying it
It's so hard to do anything these days
Got that right
You gotta pass through so many nowhere's and plow through so many nobody's to get anywhere
All the miles each and every day you have to go through just to get to yourself
#frustration
#LifeStruggles
#motivational
#PersonalGrowth
#philosophical
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Salt In The Wound
I keep my head low, doing my best,
but every time I rise, they put me to rest.
Tried all my life, just to make a stand,
but every time I reach, they slap my hand.
You push and you fight, you dig in the dirt,
but the more you struggle, the deeper the hurt.
Shot down again, no matter the try,
with every fall, a piece of me dies.
I work with my hands, break my back for the cause,
they tear me apart with no reason, no laws.
Like salt in the wound, it burns through my soul,
taking what's left, never leaving me whole. ...
but every time I rise, they put me to rest.
Tried all my life, just to make a stand,
but every time I reach, they slap my hand.
You push and you fight, you dig in the dirt,
but the more you struggle, the deeper the hurt.
Shot down again, no matter the try,
with every fall, a piece of me dies.
I work with my hands, break my back for the cause,
they tear me apart with no reason, no laws.
Like salt in the wound, it burns through my soul,
taking what's left, never leaving me whole. ...
#LifeStruggles
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The Great Escape Chapter 17, Part 5 of 8

#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
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