Long Poems About Courage
#courage
Long poems about courage. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
SUBMISSION OF THE HEART
What will it take for you to be on a submission with honesty and truth and trust. 💗 For let's take it farther than what we say and do, for after all our actions will speak louder than our own words. THAT may not carry true value at first, as we exchange our thoughts and insight and ideas. The real true potential of our realness of our strength and courage and perseverance. Which
with the honesty and truth and trust, to be able to share our lives together as one. For God Almighty by the grace of his power and blessings, 🙏 will change the situation around and rewrite, the...
with the honesty and truth and trust, to be able to share our lives together as one. For God Almighty by the grace of his power and blessings, 🙏 will change the situation around and rewrite, the...
#courage
#honesty
#kindness
#patience
#spiritual
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It Takes A Million Negative Thoughts
It takes so much conscious effort to have a few positive thoughts that become fleeting.
I want to give myself credit in a way many haven't.
And even though I'm still scared I have a victim mentality and scared that I'm making excuses, I know I'm a boss who takes care of herself and accepts that I need a comfortable life and that's why I'm still living here. I can handle it, and I will get out of my mom's. I will through the story, Free. I will become free by writing Free!
And even though I constantly worry that Josh can't love me and no one else ever will,...
I want to give myself credit in a way many haven't.
And even though I'm still scared I have a victim mentality and scared that I'm making excuses, I know I'm a boss who takes care of herself and accepts that I need a comfortable life and that's why I'm still living here. I can handle it, and I will get out of my mom's. I will through the story, Free. I will become free by writing Free!
And even though I constantly worry that Josh can't love me and no one else ever will,...
#courage
#inspirational
#TimeHeals
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Veiled Love
The true depths of selfishness
I had never touched
Until I met you
Never feeling its cuts,
I could never have knew
Just how bladed it was
Victim after victim, a gluttonous lust
Seeming to serve you all that you want
While feeding on your primal thoughts
Stripping the essence from all that you love
Instilling the eternal instinct of one
caught in the grip of sadness
I was dragged into a fiery realm
my tears white with phosphorus
Burning holes through my skin as they fell
These iron chains
Forged...
I had never touched
Until I met you
Never feeling its cuts,
I could never have knew
Just how bladed it was
Victim after victim, a gluttonous lust
Seeming to serve you all that you want
While feeding on your primal thoughts
Stripping the essence from all that you love
Instilling the eternal instinct of one
caught in the grip of sadness
I was dragged into a fiery realm
my tears white with phosphorus
Burning holes through my skin as they fell
These iron chains
Forged...
#bittersweet
#courage
#heartbroken
#nightmares
#suffering
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A UFO with strings attached? Could only happen in North America!
By Stanley Collymore
Such an incident would be absolutely
ironic and equally too, belly rolling
seen as hilarious if true! But quite
intelligently to sentient and erudite minds is a
state of affairs that's crucially not true! Since
for a solitary lucid moment, actually logically
consider, this purported scenario. The sheer
irony of these quite alleged Aliens with their
unquestionably, to specifically say the least,
very undoubtedly far superior technology to
what Homo sapiens...
Such an incident would be absolutely
ironic and equally too, belly rolling
seen as hilarious if true! But quite
intelligently to sentient and erudite minds is a
state of affairs that's crucially not true! Since
for a solitary lucid moment, actually logically
consider, this purported scenario. The sheer
irony of these quite alleged Aliens with their
unquestionably, to specifically say the least,
very undoubtedly far superior technology to
what Homo sapiens...
#courage
#gratitude
#inspirational
#motivational
#respect
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Storm’s Reckoning
She was a force in the bar,
a slip of heat in midnight’s haze,
her hips swayed like music, slow and sure,
dark hair wild, flowing down her back
like thunder waiting to break.
Storm, they called her
fitting, I thought,
she had a body built to ruin peace,
lips like fire, eyes that caught,
and hips that dared the night to dream.
She slipped close, a whisper of heat,
hand on my shoulder, her nails like claws,
fingers tracing the line of my jaw
as she grinned up, a flash of sin. ...
a slip of heat in midnight’s haze,
her hips swayed like music, slow and sure,
dark hair wild, flowing down her back
like thunder waiting to break.
Storm, they called her
fitting, I thought,
she had a body built to ruin peace,
lips like fire, eyes that caught,
and hips that dared the night to dream.
She slipped close, a whisper of heat,
hand on my shoulder, her nails like claws,
fingers tracing the line of my jaw
as she grinned up, a flash of sin. ...
#courage
#passion
#seductive
#sexy
#temptation
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Disruptive British school pupils! Distinctively well done, Michael Good!
By Stanley Collymore
I'm afraid that too many of these
little darlings are quite used to
entirely getting their own way,
and are therefore rather dreadfully offended
if anyone rightfully puts them in their place!
And all this very basically so, because their
actually asinine sense of entitlement, is an
undoubted problem; along, of course, also
with an obviously, evidently complete lack
of respect for anyone, and including most
crucially in this clearly selfish, scenario of
their own, their fellow students who quite ...
I'm afraid that too many of these
little darlings are quite used to
entirely getting their own way,
and are therefore rather dreadfully offended
if anyone rightfully puts them in their place!
And all this very basically so, because their
actually asinine sense of entitlement, is an
undoubted problem; along, of course, also
with an obviously, evidently complete lack
of respect for anyone, and including most
crucially in this clearly selfish, scenario of
their own, their fellow students who quite ...
#admiration
#courage
#gratitude
#inspirational
#respect
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The Midnight Marauder
In midnight’s quiet hour, she lies at rest, body aching unable to sleep, the air musky with desire, Cool sheets wrapped around her breast, like a snake slithering around her, coiling her and wrapping her nakedness, she moves slowly, sensually feeling the soft fabric tickle her skin drifting in and out of sleep.
The room is still, no breeze to stir, quiet enough to hear the clock beating , tick tock tick tock, O how she loves the sound of a big clock beating, but unaware something wicked draws to her.
A daring thief comes through her window, his hunger for her...
The room is still, no breeze to stir, quiet enough to hear the clock beating , tick tock tick tock, O how she loves the sound of a big clock beating, but unaware something wicked draws to her.
A daring thief comes through her window, his hunger for her...
#bittersweet
#confusion
#courage
#emotions
#shame
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Not a cloud in the sky.
This will be my last post on DUP .
The writers on this site are brilliant and prolific ,so much so that instead of writing I'm spending too much time reading .I need to return to my books.There is a fascinating variety of contributors here and without knowing each one personally, I think all feel compelled to write to help free themselves from suffering.
So for all those who have suffered please enjoy this piece from Rumi....one of my faves.
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a...
The writers on this site are brilliant and prolific ,so much so that instead of writing I'm spending too much time reading .I need to return to my books.There is a fascinating variety of contributors here and without knowing each one personally, I think all feel compelled to write to help free themselves from suffering.
So for all those who have suffered please enjoy this piece from Rumi....one of my faves.
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a...
#courage
#gratitude
#kindness
#love
#respect
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Please! Don't try to insult my intelligence you fawning serf sycophants, as you evidently won't succeed!
By Stanley Collymore
The Britain monarch, you keep telling
the rest of us citizens, quite livingly
has no political power, which is
in fact a blatant and orchestrated travesty of
the truth. Simply a lie, in actual terminology!
Since the monarch does, in fact, have huge,
political power! Just one, but very simply a
significant example of this is, that actually
any MP who we, as the literally, legitimate
electorate obviously, democratically elect
must specifically and similarly too, rather
compulsorily, swear complete...
The Britain monarch, you keep telling
the rest of us citizens, quite livingly
has no political power, which is
in fact a blatant and orchestrated travesty of
the truth. Simply a lie, in actual terminology!
Since the monarch does, in fact, have huge,
political power! Just one, but very simply a
significant example of this is, that actually
any MP who we, as the literally, legitimate
electorate obviously, democratically elect
must specifically and similarly too, rather
compulsorily, swear complete...
#courage
#happiness
#inspirational
#motivational
#strength
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Running for the USA Presidency in four years’ time no doubt, Ronnie Gladden!
By Stanley Collymore
I was born Black and British; but
when I was literally growing up
as a Bajan child in Barbados,
my Mama: that is my affectionate name, for
my maternal grandmother who lovingly and
very devotedly raised me, because both my
parents were decidedly very busy pursuing
their own respective careers, and evidently
for whom I instinctively had the same love
and devotion, as well as the firm enduring
commitment that she simply prodigiously
showered on me and very unquestionably
as a consequence we were both...
I was born Black and British; but
when I was literally growing up
as a Bajan child in Barbados,
my Mama: that is my affectionate name, for
my maternal grandmother who lovingly and
very devotedly raised me, because both my
parents were decidedly very busy pursuing
their own respective careers, and evidently
for whom I instinctively had the same love
and devotion, as well as the firm enduring
commitment that she simply prodigiously
showered on me and very unquestionably
as a consequence we were both...
#courage
#gratitude
#inspirational
#love
#respect
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A very timely note of caution on the behalf of Harry and Meghan!
By Stanley Collymore
I'm sure that you looneys are all
wishing for Harry and Meghan
to break up as evidently from
the outset of their relationship you've been
terribly unhappy and even simply furiously
mad that Harry married a bi-racial woman
and quite specifically and rather evidently
not a Stepford wife literal broodmare and
white Caucasian one, just like his brother
William did with stalker, and adept social
climber, Kate Middleton even though you
are too bloody cowardly to obviously say
that openly. But...
I'm sure that you looneys are all
wishing for Harry and Meghan
to break up as evidently from
the outset of their relationship you've been
terribly unhappy and even simply furiously
mad that Harry married a bi-racial woman
and quite specifically and rather evidently
not a Stepford wife literal broodmare and
white Caucasian one, just like his brother
William did with stalker, and adept social
climber, Kate Middleton even though you
are too bloody cowardly to obviously say
that openly. But...
#courage
#happiness
#inspirational
#respect
#strength
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Hat Man
He spends his time lurking in dark shadows of corner closets.
His hat wide brimmed in felt, his cloak always covering his body.
Few, or maybe many have seen him through out the ages.
Gripping hearts with fear, his silent presence intimidating.
I remember one night, at a tent revival, the preacher talking to him after service, he told a few in the congregation the next night that the man didn't have a face. I seen him, well only his backside anyways, I was about 5 years old, as the preacher was talking to him just at the edges of the arena,...
His hat wide brimmed in felt, his cloak always covering his body.
Few, or maybe many have seen him through out the ages.
Gripping hearts with fear, his silent presence intimidating.
I remember one night, at a tent revival, the preacher talking to him after service, he told a few in the congregation the next night that the man didn't have a face. I seen him, well only his backside anyways, I was about 5 years old, as the preacher was talking to him just at the edges of the arena,...
#courage
#hope
#love #redemption
#love #redemption
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