Struggle Poems
Pomelo
by Kimani Hare
An even thicker rind of bitter pith,
Estranged from the serenity that lies outside its comprehension.
For what resides within is a supple flesh dissonant to its confines,
Exuding a sweet nectar that remains clothed in the abstract.
But the bitter fruit thrives in its circumstances.
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I am Bleeding
by Muhammad Umair
I am bleeding and falling apart
But no one is paying attention.
I am getting vulnerable and fragile;
Everyone seems to be hostile.
People are just manipulating
And my friends have started neglecting.
My survival seems uncertain;
My fortune is decided behind the curtain.
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أنا صامد - Poem
by سعيد المزين
أنا صامد صامد أنا صامد
فوق أرض بلادي أنا صامد
وان سرقوا زادي أنا صامد
وان قتلوا ولادي أنا صامد
وان هدموا بيتي يا بيتي
في ظل حطامك أنا صامد
أنا صامد صامد أنا صامد
وبنفس أبية أنا صامد
وعصا وشبرية أنا صامد
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The Struggle
by Samson Oloto
They told us to grow
Told us to be men
Responsibilities abound
All you have to meet
We wake up at dawn
Eyes heavy from a lack of sleep
We enter the streets
With millions of people like us
All in a race, and a constant struggle
To meet up with expectations
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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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Pomelo
by Kimani Hare
An even thicker rind of bitter pith,
Estranged from the serenity that lies outside its comprehension.
For what resides within is a supple flesh dissonant to its confines,
Exuding a sweet nectar that remains clothed in the abstract.
But the bitter fruit thrives in its circumstances.
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The 'Only Child'
by Nad Sof
The 'only child'—
the one who must get all the attention,
the child whose heart is pulled in endless directions,
caught between love and expectation.
The 'only child'—
the one who struggles to understand her parents:
why her father’s anger burns so hot,
only to hear it’s because he loves her.
Why her mother’s tears spill,
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The Day I Saw Death, and It Smiled at Me
by Christen Kuikoua
That day, as though yesterday it lingers,
The school bell rang, yet sickness clutched my fingers.
From nowhere it struck, with a pressure so deep,
My body faltered, as if yearning for sleep.
“It’s a sickness like every other,” I thought,
So I bathed, dressed, and the next morning fought.
Yet by the first class, my strength ebbed away,
To the nurse I staggered, hoping she'd delay
This strange shadow that loomed over my frame,
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Life´s path,a battle between ups and downs
by Mario Odekerken
Life´s path winds like a river,
twisting through valleys of despair and peaks of joy.
Each step forward feels both heavy and light,
the ground beneath shifting,uncertain.
We climb mountains of ambition,
only to stumble in the shadows of doubt,
moments of clarity fleeting,
as we navigate the storms within.
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Insomnia
by Mario Odekerken
In shadows deep,where restless thoughts collide,
the hours stretch,a thief of peace and rest.
The moon,a silent witness,
serves as a guide,
while whispers of the night
invade my chest.
Each ticking clock, a taunt,a cruel game,
with every breath, the quietude departs.
An endless loop of worry fuels the flame,
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