Struggle Poems
Tradition
by Darris van-Hoxen
Challenge by design
Links flow like raging river
Time shapes every frame
Life is hard sometimes
by Mario Odekerken
Some mornings,the weight is there
before you eyes open.
No reason.
Just gravity,but deeper.
You move because you must.
Not because feels possible.
The coffee is bitter.
The mirror doesn't lie,
......
Men Are All Alike!
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
So much loving and caring
He appears in the lights
Of his honorable and civilized life
But acts otherwise
In the dead deserted nights.
In darkness of artificial glamor
He turns into ruthless rustic,
Utterly abusive and deadly scary
Brandishing his muscled power forcibly.
......
How heavy is hope
by Mario Odekerken
It rests in the chest like a bird too long caged-
wings bruised from flightless years,
still lifting,
still dreaming of sky it has never touched.
Hope is not light.
It is the weight we carry when we
have nothing else,
the stone we clutch in the flood
because sinking feels closer to flying
......
Aries
by Kyle McAfee
Perspective is a hell of a thing.
Meeting her was like looking into the eyes of a phoenix.
Soaring through a forest blanketed in darkness
Fire illuminating the night sky,
Radiating a gradient of yellows and reds,
While burning down the ferns and pines that block her path.
Too beautiful not to stare
But also, too dangerous to linger.
......
How heavy is hope
by Mario Odekerken
It rests in the chest like a bird too long caged-
wings bruised from flightless years,
still lifting,
still dreaming of sky it has never touched.
Hope is not light.
It is the weight we carry when we
have nothing else,
the stone we clutch in the flood
because sinking feels closer to flying
......
Life is hard sometimes
by Mario Odekerken
Some mornings,the weight is there
before you eyes open.
No reason.
Just gravity,but deeper.
You move because you must.
Not because feels possible.
The coffee is bitter.
The mirror doesn't lie,
......
Tradition
by Darris van-Hoxen
Challenge by design
Links flow like raging river
Time shapes every frame
The Ache Beneath the Thirst
by AP Writes
I was eleven
when I learned the burn of vodka
could quiet the voice in my head,
the one that kept asking
why am I still here?
I drank from a water bottle filled with Bicardi
in the back of 8th grade history,
and the teacher’s words became
white noise I floated in.
......
Hall Pass
by AP Writes
We passed pens like rumors
in the bathroom,
smoke curling
into secrets we never wanted to keep.
It wasn’t rebellion,
more like trying to make the day
a little softer around the edges,
like padding a fall
we already knew was coming.
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