To Live and To Love, Poems about Life Struggles.
© Elizabeth McCrorie
We were put on this planet
To live and to love.
To cherish the ones in our lives.
And never let them get hurt…….
Safety is a priority
But danger is an outcome.
Why is it, that we work so very hard?
For something that will still happen
in the end……..
Should we care about our lives,
Or sit and waste it away.
“It doesn’t matter, were all going to
These words fill our heads
With sad confusion. There’s no end
We get lost with the love
We want to have.
There is no conclusion to all
But an answer that comes
Just the same.
The negative side seems to win,
But the positive side seems to
We are who we choose to be,
So be careful who you choose.
Love everyday like there is no
And give to others the joy of life
So no one will hurt.
Love, And love will love you back.
Open your arms to life
And life will hug you back!
Don’t be scared!
Life is still a one time thing!
Source: To Live and To Love, Poem about Life Struggles http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/to-live-and-to-love#ixzz25w8z4nKj
Being True To Yourself, Poems about Life Struggles.
Shadow Of Life
© Shelby Denham
Walking in the shadow of fear
drowning endlessly by a single tear
running along side of self-discovery
fearing the loss of self- recovery
parts of mind going unknown
dangerous sides going unshown
one day you will eventually die
so today make everything right
Source: Being True To Yourself, Poem about Life Struggles http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/being-true-to-yourself#ixzz25w9Z2DnA
The Six Feet Below, Poems about Life Struggles.
The Six Feet Below
You can find her there in her vegetable garden every spring trying to pull the weeds out of her soul. Picking and Preening she carries on till the sun is setting low. Cooking and cleaning , cleaning and cooking the life out of her fragile bones.
She holds the answers to all of the questions, six feet under is where they will go. Like a shark not wanting to stop , for it would surely meet a dead end, she sweeps her guilt out the door , and the wind blows it back in again.
What weight does she carry if any at all ? Is there any room left in her to grow? If only gardens could speak for the voice of the weak, then the fog of the past could go. No more would I weep for the questions I seek would not travel the six feet below.
Source: The Six Feet Below, Poem about Life Struggles http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-six-feet-below#ixzz25wAUWXzZ
- Garden Healing (theskyaboveus.wordpress.com)
My World In Tears, Poems about Life Struggles.
My World In Tears
When I started to break
You glued me together
I began to suffer through pain
and ignore all the rain
but life began to tremble with a problem after another
you scared me with blood
and he hurt me with tears
its no lie
I do wish I can die
but I know death is not the solution to everything I hear
I know he will be better
and I know I can wait
but if your not wanting this
stop giving me this race!
I can stop at the red light
but life goes green
can I get a speeding ticket
when my life turns grey
help me to be the only color
help me to escape from grey
no more rain no more tears.
let my world fly out of here!
Source: My World In Tears, Poem about Life Struggles http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/my-world-in-tears#ixzz25wBB6Knd
In A Blink Of An Eye, Poems about Life Struggles.
In A Blink Of An Eye
© Hana Kent
Everyday I wonder and think
How much am I missing with every blink
Is the world spinning so fast
Or is it the time to forget the past
‘Cause with every spine
There were happiness and moments that stood still
Many questions poured everyday into my head
Why don’t the people care who is alive and who is dead
Why don’t they open their eyes and see
That the world is changing while they are sitting in front of the TV
I guess we are drowning in our desires
Without knowing that there are some countries that are still on fire
Source: In A Blink Of An Eye, Poem about Life Struggles http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/in-a-blink-of-an-eye#ixzz25wCENwjA
Through It All, Poems about Life Struggles.
I wrote this poem on my 16 birthday just to show that even though my life isn’t perfect I still love it and wouldn’t change a thing about it.
Through It All
come and go
Life flies by right before your eyes.
You loose ones you love
Yet through it all you still love your life.
People leave you to fight alone
You put on a fake smile to hide all your pain
Yet someone still knows your hurt.
Through it all you still put on a front to satisfy those around you
Thorough it all you wouldn’t change a thing
Through it all you wouldn’t trade your life for fame.
You build a wall to try to keep from getting hurt
You lock up you heart and throw away the key to see who cares enough to look for the key
Through it all there’s not many people that got you to open up yet still you love it all.
Struggles meet you in the face to watch you slip up
Yet through it all you wouldn’t change a thing.
Through it all you wouldn’t change a thing
Through it all you wouldn’t trade your life for fame.
Source: Through It All, Poem about Life Struggles http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/through-it-all#ixzz25vjRMlpc
THE ABYSS WITHIN
I find myself in a dark place.
It is not physical.
It cannot be seen.
It found a nest within me
And started to grow and take over.
It prevents me from doing what I want.
It is weakening my will.
Though it is within me,
I find that I look out from inside it.
It surrounds me,
Almost drowns me.
I manage to rise to the surface
And catch my breath once in awhile.
This is what I’m doing now.
To express myself is to breathe.
My breathing is desperate
Therefore my thoughts can be incomprehensible.
I do not know what this dark place is,
But I do know that I am not alone.
If you understand and visualize what I write,
You know about that dark place
That has become part of you,
That part that pulls you down.
- Abyss (musingjedi.wordpress.com)
- Crying into the Abyss (justmehibana.wordpress.com)
LOOKING BENEATH THE SURFACE
Under the scars and the tattoos
Dwells a man who cares.
Under the hate and the anger
Lives love and compassion.
Under the mask of “Fuck it, I just don’t care!”
Lives hope and dreams.
Under the “I don’t need anyone” role I play
Is a desire to trust.
Under the blood stains on my hands
I find shame.
Under the cold outside
Is a man who needs to be loved.
Under the biker, killer, convict
Is a father, a son, a brother, an uncle and a friend.
I’m like a bucket of water in prison
Who would like to be poured back into the streams of life.
So I ask God Almighty to forgive me
For pouring my bucket of water in the sand.