Struggle Poems
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.
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Coping With Covid
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Caught between Covid teeth
Some fall down;
Some with guts and zeal
Usually stand up.
Among all who exist and rise
Only the fittest survive.
History smiles on paper
As mankind is known for eons
By its immune power—
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Bleed to Succeed
by Somali Mukherjee
The way to success
Is stony and full of thorns;
We’ve to bleed, for sure.
Now That
by Ghairo Daniels
NOW THAT
Now that the struggle exists
in commemoration meetings in museums
Now that soldiers can play with their dogs
Now that our heroes sing hymns in heavens
Now my love is even !
As the aspiring write story or song
or mothers play ping-pong too long
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The Train of Freedom
by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
Just how far is the train of freedom from the discriminated son?
Just how far is the train of freedom from the black homeless child?
Just how far is the train of freedom from the disabled poet?
And just how far are the winds of change from a corrupted nation!?
Just how far is the train of freedom from the fields of Waterloo?
Just how far is the struggling warrior from the mountain top?
Just how long is 365 days 27 times behind bars, I mean,
Just how far is freedom from a lonely child at play?...
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Vallen in het water
by Mario Odekerken
Een stap te ver,een glibberend pad,
de stilte breekt in een kille spat.
Geen tijd voor denken,slechts het gevoel,
van zwaartekracht en waterkoel.
Lucht wordt nat,en nat wordt koud,
de wereld draait,maar niet vertraagt.
Een ogenblik gevangen daar,
waar stilte leeft en niemand klaagt.
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The Shadow of my Soul
by Mario Odekerken
The shadow of my soul walks beside me,
silent but heavy,its weight
pressing into the corners of my thoughts.
It is neither enemy nor friend,
but a witness-collecting what I bury
and what I dare not speak.
When I laugh,it does not echo.
When I grieve,it deepens,
stretching long across the ground like an unbroken truth.
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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
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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,
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Tradition
by Darris van-Hoxen
Challenge by design
Links flow like raging river
Time shapes every frame
