Hardship Poems
Triumphs of Life
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Gloomy darkness seems to have engulfed
The whole world of life
As light has hidden its head behind.
Sobs of sorrows are heard
Everywhere in each and every terrain.
The flocks are forced to stay back home in fear.
And I am glued to the scary news channels
In the hope of good news
That the hard times have passed
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Shoulders To Cry On
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Deaths of young people, near and dear ones,
Their dead bodies float in mourning rivers
While we helplessly watch ourselves
Being carried away by uncontrolled tears.
They die in hospitals, built for saving lives,
And we stay back home or in quarantines,
Practising the precautionary measures
While honoring the helpless govt. guidelines.
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on: losses that come with loss
by Elisa Janer
taking inventory, what have I lost?
warmth
that desire
to feel warmth in my bones
before,
a craving
and now,
all I long for is cold
I stand outside
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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.
Wiccan Part I
by Aine M
"witch" is what they all say "And to Satan she does pray" "Hair tired and grey and we wish she wouldn't stay"
With greenest skin full of warts in the night she gets up to all sorts. They sleep atop the hills gathered with their cohorts. We watch them all Snug, up in the forts So we shall laugh at them full of scoffs and snorts.
But i am not I simply wish to play my lute. Picking upon the earth, gathering the fruit. But a few seem to really know the truth. I am a witch but I mean no harm and you can call me the brute.
But I am one of the most gentle and kind that you could every find. But perhaps you all wish to remain blind I simply wish that we could just all rewind I don't think I need to remind.
Hard Is The Way Of The World
by Aurel Mirashi
Hard is the way of the world,
Farmers toiling, workers grieving,
Women crying, infants dying.
Hard is the way of the world,
Relinquishing their soul,
Being pushed into a black hole.
Hard is the way of the world.
81. Grounded
by Kea Campbell
There's a fire in my brain with steam shooting from both ears, and a flame in each eye boiling every droplet of tear.
I'm trying to keep my thoughts from getting too out of hand, because a long time ago I told myself that joking about suicide was banned.
Next year should breeze, and I'll see the now through trivial lenses.
But this temper is untamable, and I already feel Death's commencements.
'Too far gone' hasn't even left yet,
But sometimes I ask myself if I'd rather an open or closed casket.
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Kommer en kwel
by Mario Odekerken
Donkere dagen, een koude wind,
zorgen die zich opstapelen,
als wolken die de zon bedekken,
stil,zwaar, aanwezig.
De weg voelt soms verloren,
schaduwen groeien in gedachten,
maar ergens, ver weg,
blijft een glimp van licht wachten.
Hardship & Hope
by Saleh Ben Saleh
Dare I dream of hope in a world that's self consuming,
and dare I dream of a home where hearts are always blooming.
Peaceful the mind would be in a land I am assuming,
but hardship is what we find in a world that should be booming.
Wisdom shall be your guide in moments that are confusing,
and damned our lives would be if faith we are accusing.
Clouded are peoples minds with rage that’s over fuming,
and lost are those who think that life is just amusing.
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on: losses that come with loss
by Elisa Janer
taking inventory, what have I lost?
warmth
that desire
to feel warmth in my bones
before,
a craving
and now,
all I long for is cold
I stand outside
......
