Least Read Poems About Life Struggles
#LifeStruggles
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Laden
Like its cold crisp snow
this winter seems to know
the weight of sorrow
the relentless tug of loss
While such heavy things
strain these laden wings
rule my every day
with a foreboding sense
Making footsteps in the drifts
I again pursue the rifts
between have and have not
between gaining and losing
Yet I still carry this load
up this upward rising road
step after step
stride after stride
Always hoping to find
some lasting peace of mind
put down all I carry
in this life so ever...
this winter seems to know
the weight of sorrow
the relentless tug of loss
While such heavy things
strain these laden wings
rule my every day
with a foreboding sense
Making footsteps in the drifts
I again pursue the rifts
between have and have not
between gaining and losing
Yet I still carry this load
up this upward rising road
step after step
stride after stride
Always hoping to find
some lasting peace of mind
put down all I carry
in this life so ever...
#LifeStruggles
#winter
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Pyric
Every single spark longs to burn
just as every pupil seeks to learn
for all of this consumption feeds
each of my many mortal needs
These needful things I long for
this less that still longs for more
wanders through my halcyon days
in a faint pontifical haze
A sacrificial flame set again afire
only in the end to blend upon the pyre
just as every pupil seeks to learn
for all of this consumption feeds
each of my many mortal needs
These needful things I long for
this less that still longs for more
wanders through my halcyon days
in a faint pontifical haze
A sacrificial flame set again afire
only in the end to blend upon the pyre
#LifeStruggles
#fire
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
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A Poem for Eagle
Poetic response to "Eagle Poem" by Joy Harjo
I pull myself apart
the consequence of all art
exposing my whole
with all of its jagged pieces
Prayer does not come easy
for one who sees sin
as a true win-win
barely ever ashamed
Nor forever blamed
for any kindness is a gift
with too much thrift
in an abundant world
While wings are unfurled
lifting you ever higher
above all that we conspire
show us your sign
An ever-lofty design
meant to reclaim ...
I pull myself apart
the consequence of all art
exposing my whole
with all of its jagged pieces
Prayer does not come easy
for one who sees sin
as a true win-win
barely ever ashamed
Nor forever blamed
for any kindness is a gift
with too much thrift
in an abundant world
While wings are unfurled
lifting you ever higher
above all that we conspire
show us your sign
An ever-lofty design
meant to reclaim ...
#LifeStruggles
#birds
#nature
#spiritual
#confessional
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Pinnacle
A most steadfast climb
this solitary life
doing the stark math
following this overgrown path
As I collect each shard
that others discard
making sense of senses
hoping down from the fences
A little bit at a time
feeling each new rhyme
what it has to say
what it has to share
Knowing that this life
can cut down like a knife
yet does apply the balm
whenever I seek calm
Bathed alone in the night
as I wrestle each new write
learn from every jagged plummet
still...
this solitary life
doing the stark math
following this overgrown path
As I collect each shard
that others discard
making sense of senses
hoping down from the fences
A little bit at a time
feeling each new rhyme
what it has to say
what it has to share
Knowing that this life
can cut down like a knife
yet does apply the balm
whenever I seek calm
Bathed alone in the night
as I wrestle each new write
learn from every jagged plummet
still...
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeGoals
#WritingPoetry
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Refracting
The light of my life
bends through the lens
of my poetry
how the words refract
More than mere fact
while the lines do flow
sharing all I know
all that I continue to believe
Losses I still grieve
sorrows for which I weep
all of these things still keep
their place in my heart
Yet longing to restart
find some new way
to wake up each day
set out on a different path
Switch to joy from wrath
while I continue my journey
from cradle to gurney
so exacting...
bends through the lens
of my poetry
how the words refract
More than mere fact
while the lines do flow
sharing all I know
all that I continue to believe
Losses I still grieve
sorrows for which I weep
all of these things still keep
their place in my heart
Yet longing to restart
find some new way
to wake up each day
set out on a different path
Switch to joy from wrath
while I continue my journey
from cradle to gurney
so exacting...
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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The Blood of History
I often wonder perhaps
if all of our maps
are now truly marked
by the blood of history
Each line and contour
tells me more
but also less
about all I must confess
Often spilt in vengeful haste
always such a waste
crimson leaves a deep stain
on mountain, ridge and plain
Drawing these clear lines
even across the wooded pines
separating sea from sand
forever makes us understand
How we separate each other
every sister, every brother
kept on one side of the line
...
if all of our maps
are now truly marked
by the blood of history
Each line and contour
tells me more
but also less
about all I must confess
Often spilt in vengeful haste
always such a waste
crimson leaves a deep stain
on mountain, ridge and plain
Drawing these clear lines
even across the wooded pines
separating sea from sand
forever makes us understand
How we separate each other
every sister, every brother
kept on one side of the line
...
#hate
#war
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
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Stuck… in Time
The clock on the wall
surely tells it all
forever stuck
at 4:38
While I sit here and wait
frozen in time
disarmed of all rhyme
watching the timepiece
How it cannot cease
struggling to tick
thick as a brick
suspended in eternity
I now join the fraternity
of those who just stare
not seeming to care
about the arrested technology
About broken chronology
how it does remind
us all to find
the bliss of mindfulness
surely tells it all
forever stuck
at 4:38
While I sit here and wait
frozen in time
disarmed of all rhyme
watching the timepiece
How it cannot cease
struggling to tick
thick as a brick
suspended in eternity
I now join the fraternity
of those who just stare
not seeming to care
about the arrested technology
About broken chronology
how it does remind
us all to find
the bliss of mindfulness
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
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Hammock
Poetry response to "Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy's
Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota" ~ James Wright
Tied between two ample elms
I am now anchored fast
between my spent past
and an unredeemed future
Swaying in the breeze
shaded by the trees
dappled head to toe in
a gilded truth
Feeling my waning youth
slip steadily away
even to this day...
not really here
Fighting back a tear
chasing a smile
down each lonely mile
trying to forget
Whether it is regret
or mere...
Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota" ~ James Wright
Tied between two ample elms
I am now anchored fast
between my spent past
and an unredeemed future
Swaying in the breeze
shaded by the trees
dappled head to toe in
a gilded truth
Feeling my waning youth
slip steadily away
even to this day...
not really here
Fighting back a tear
chasing a smile
down each lonely mile
trying to forget
Whether it is regret
or mere...
#regret
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
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As I lay crying
Awoke, with pressure in my head,
Brain felt like balloon, pink 'n' red.
As clichèt as it sounds,
It'll POP 'n' explode rounds.
a continual pump action,
Cranium capacity, full,
No more room, even a fraction,
Cracking open the skull.
Eleven hours, most of the day,
Head'll go BOOM, so clichèt.
The very next day I wake up,
Deep in ocean, like U-boat, sub.
Surface top, is baseline,
Emotions dive 'n' decline.
Periscope reluctant to raise,
Unable to see above top. ...
Brain felt like balloon, pink 'n' red.
As clichèt as it sounds,
It'll POP 'n' explode rounds.
a continual pump action,
Cranium capacity, full,
No more room, even a fraction,
Cracking open the skull.
Eleven hours, most of the day,
Head'll go BOOM, so clichèt.
The very next day I wake up,
Deep in ocean, like U-boat, sub.
Surface top, is baseline,
Emotions dive 'n' decline.
Periscope reluctant to raise,
Unable to see above top. ...
#sadness
#LifeStruggles
#shame
#TimeHeals
#emotions
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Erudite
What is true cost
of erudition
the price of its tuition
the price of real wisdom
More than skinned knees
or fickle promises from the breeze
made on some summer day
without a cloud in the sky
For life shares each lesson
but only after some confession
some secrets are revealed
brought out into the light
With broken glass on the trail
every step is a travail
meant to be felt
meant to be remembered
But in the final end
the willow does learn to bend
yield to the required...
of erudition
the price of its tuition
the price of real wisdom
More than skinned knees
or fickle promises from the breeze
made on some summer day
without a cloud in the sky
For life shares each lesson
but only after some confession
some secrets are revealed
brought out into the light
With broken glass on the trail
every step is a travail
meant to be felt
meant to be remembered
But in the final end
the willow does learn to bend
yield to the required...
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#wisdom
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Drift
I feel the sand shift
under unsure feet
feel it deplete
any sense of stability
Like riding on a dune
to meet my high noon
deserted in a desert
not of my own choosing
For control is an illusion
adding to the confusion
of these laden days
bleeding into inky nights
But why is that so
when deep down I know
there is much more to pen
much more to write
I find myself again
lost in the monsoon
missing a blood moon
resign myself to the next line
under unsure feet
feel it deplete
any sense of stability
Like riding on a dune
to meet my high noon
deserted in a desert
not of my own choosing
For control is an illusion
adding to the confusion
of these laden days
bleeding into inky nights
But why is that so
when deep down I know
there is much more to pen
much more to write
I find myself again
lost in the monsoon
missing a blood moon
resign myself to the next line
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
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Januaryed
Looking both forward and back
still in search of all I lack
I feel like Janus these days
lost in a mythical haze
Missing all these times of old
as I wait for my story to unfold
fresh lines to fill up the page
some grace for this graceless age
Still trying to tally the cost
of another year just lost
fearful of what now lies ahead
hoping against all hope instead
While I search for better reasons
in between these blurred seasons
unsure of when they will end
or even what waits around the bend
...
still in search of all I lack
I feel like Janus these days
lost in a mythical haze
Missing all these times of old
as I wait for my story to unfold
fresh lines to fill up the page
some grace for this graceless age
Still trying to tally the cost
of another year just lost
fearful of what now lies ahead
hoping against all hope instead
While I search for better reasons
in between these blurred seasons
unsure of when they will end
or even what waits around the bend
...
#LifeStruggles
#winter
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Life Struggles