Struggle Poems
Tradition
by Darris van-Hoxen
Challenge by design
Links flow like raging river
Time shapes every frame
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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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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Shattered Echoes
by siwar ben amara
Daddy, where were you when I was just a child,
A perfect little girl, eager and mild?
I didn't ask for much—just a look, a touch—
But you slipped away; was I asking too much?
Were you running from her, from her bitter flame?
But what about me—did you even know my name?
I lied to everyone, said we were close,
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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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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
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.
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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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