Hardship Poems

Hardship poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of hardship poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on hardship are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Ups And Downs

Ups And Downs short poem

“Life has ups and downs” said they, So she endured all the pain without any debate… Happiness will enliven her life soon, She was told, if she will wait… But gradually her hardship intensified further, And those hopeful eyes still

A Secluded Soul

A Secluded Soul short poem

A deep burn inside , Ignites the fire within, A step closer , It aggregates more and more , I a secluded soul . It’s not a mere fall , but a reminiscent one no medicine could heal, The sweet

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Fifth Grade Sailors

Fifth Grade Sailors short poem

The river only ran in the rain but being in Seattle that was often this was back before being wet was a hardship, there being no style we had old coats and arthritic umbrellas not even boots just wet feet,

Honour The God Gifted Life

Honour The God Gifted Life short poem

Today under the lamp light, My ambitions are glowing bright, When everyone is visiting their dreams, I struggle to settle among the creams, With smoke and shadow as my close friend, I am ready to give any hardship to lend,

Let Us Share Our Hearts

Let Us Share Our Hearts long poem

We have so many beauties and a lot of charms, We both are blessed with lovely arms, Walking on the narrow pavements of flowers, Let us wet each other with the lovely showers, Let us wash down the dirt of

Some days

Some days short poem

Some days the roads will be rough It’s a sign that smooth lanes will come by There won’t always be a moon But stars will always shine in the sky Somedays you feel to cold But summer is just around

Hope

Hope sonnet poems

As of now that is all I have Both, nothing more and nothing less Everything I’m willing to give For the sake of our happiness. Always I hope still you and me Despite of hardship and struggle Will remain how

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Angela’s Winter

Angelas Winter short poem

She stood by the golden door by heaven’s gate. Watching the snow falling from heavens storehouse missing her mother and family very much. Such a short time since she been gone from the earth years ago. Loving the winter with

Love

Love short poem

Moonlight streaks, Empty streets, Lonely hearts, Miles apart. Tender strokes, Memories touched, Love – lust, All gone to dust . Bare face , Deep eyes, Empty chairs, Lifeless smiles. Heartache, Heartbreak, Momentary unrest, Light stroke. Golden glow, Emotions flow, Take

Photograph

Photograph short poem

An aged photograph of a relative with her cherished daughter, sitting by a calm, placid lake on a sweet sparkling spring day. Wonder, joy, and amusement filled both of their unblemished, youthful faces – A family beginning its nascent, hopeful

Raindrops

Raindrops short poem

As I watch the raindrops pelting down my Window panes, my thoughts wander away, hover. I think of the unique creation weaved By God through His magical fingers that Wash my despondence, gloom, sappiness and Make my spirits soar high

Trigger Point

Trigger Point short poem

A missile in the home, what they have done? You are on flames. A red smoke rises from bottomless hole. Memory slumps. A glow in pain washed cells, calls the mirror. Instead, grave diggers arrive. This was the manufactured truth

Blood Fruits

Blood Fruits short poem

Beyond the sex he was sleepwalking in shame hiding his faith ingloriously. A poacher in harem of politics, where you stack the hidden virility for killing the money. A single mate must die making love on screen in the vicinity

Wash Day

Wash Day short poem

When I was a little girl, wash day was always a big event. Grandma didn’t own a washer or dryer. She washed her clothes in a big cast iron wash pot. I remember that we had to get wood to

Invisible

Invisible long poem

Being invisible is like being a ghost Being a ghost is like not existing. The only one who can see you is your shadow Your companion who never leaves you But ignores you throughout the day. Somedays you have to

Salt Or Snow ?

Salt Or Snow ? prose poem

Everythin’s spinning. Leaves flying. Round and round. Sadness floating. Still here. Damn good it was. Real lucky I was. Now scares me. Forget it ! Remember the funky happy song! What are you waiting for ? F**k you all off,

Snowline

Snowline short poem

A blank paper invites for rape. Snow sinks for a prelude. The black swan flies away for the quiet hills, when sun was drawing out the blood. Alone I will write a poem beneath the tear soaked eyes and then

Here I Come….ready Or Not

Here I Come....ready Or Not long poem

Life it seems is crazy, but crazy kind of good, Finally things are turning out the way they should, Finally I’m standing right where I should be, I’m ready but I question is the world ready for me? I see

Holiday Boredom

Holiday Boredom long poem

Here I sit because I did not choose To waste my life in the empty living room But in actual fact, I had nothing much to lose It was the holidays, and I was young Here I lie because I

lost and found!

lost and found! short poem

Hidden deep into the stack of memories was my diary, a small pocket book not the usual bulky planner. Yesterday, I stumbled upon it, as I lay on grass and it lay somewhere there, dusting for many a year, waiting

About A Place I Will Never See Again

About A Place I Will Never See Again ode

my dad is moving halfway across the country at 90 almost and this place where he’s been living I will never see it again I haven’t known it long and it is not beautiful or magnificent not special at all

A Maudlin

A Maudlin long poem

Etched on my mind is a maudlin Of the times when sky was blue And the sun was bright, high noon. Shadows were weird and creepy but Shades held the wayfarer’s blues. Water meadows were wide spread And herds fill

Let me live

Let me live short poem

Let me live for I have a life let me get a life for I have discovered what zest for living is let me climb the mountains let me swim the oceans let me walk across deserts for all can

Uncharted Self

Uncharted Self short poem

Do not go like a rose, stay like poinsettia. Now as a brutal encounter holy color will descend. Polygonal wound was too proud to bleed on the street. The scarlet morning will bring night’s blood. And mystery of love between

Thankful To The Almighty

Thankful To The Almighty short poem

There are times where I question my existence Times where my purpose on this earth is vague Times where I feel lonely and worthless Times where I feel like I haven’t achieved enough But every time I wake up, I

What has become of me

What has become of me short poem

what has become of me in this land of nonsense where I trivialize myself for the notion called love why do I expect what is not to be why do I desire what is not mine why do I seek

Brew

Brew short poem

you wouldn’t know them except for their orders gliding like dolls hovering, footless, wearing bright dresses that brush the dusty floor the kind a proud mother would pick out then stand behind their chairs distracted trying to tame their cowlicks.

Let It All Hang Out

Let It All Hang Out long poem

Audacious says the eyes of blue green black and shiny leather from head to toe, you sexy thing, you sexy thing well and today a new love has found its way to my heart and nothing nothing’s gonna go wrong,

Ngba

Ngba short poem

I am Ngba the game of Ndi igbo Played by men of stone chest, And stone skin. Where legs will gather to gaze. A trail of our culture, amusement, and unity. Fueled with the aura of the talking Ogene and

Incubus

Incubus prose poem

Gazing lazy from the shadows lost in the thoughts of physical potential I see you. My heart skips beats as the implied safety of a rising and falling chest beckons my misdeeds. Lunar stripes through plate glass expose your beauty

Find The One

Find The One short poem

Cold night, shimmery light, A white lie to the white knight, Broken heart waving good bye, Shadows in the blue moon night. Melancholy in the milieu, And heart beats are drums in the air. In the deep dark night with

Art Of Living

Art Of Living short poem

Experiences, Good or bad, are lessons learnt in life Lesson learnt out of experience is reality of life Reality more often is bitter while expectation always sweeter One aspires for happiness in life so one sets expectations high One never

The Pain Of A Child

The Pain Of A Child long poem

It was dark and gloomy like the east cost of London on a Thursday Yet the call from the hospital gave my mom and I chill and out minds kept I remember the night like it was my birthday The

My Friend The Wind

My Friend The Wind short poem

My friend the Wind- is a lady who changes- Personas with every dress! You can hear her voice- go up and down with- every lapel and pleat! Chagrined about her coif- she turns into a dust devil. Ginned again with

Respect Her

Respect Her short poem

Respect her She is a woman , Respect her is must . She isn’t less than a man. Respect her or else your heart should rust. What would they do without her who greed only for “brothers”? Bring out that

A Little Friend!

A Little Friend! short poem

Cute a little, a nice friend she is! Always a little chittery, a chattery she is! Gets a little bittery, a battery she is! Anyways a little tingly, a tangly her life is! So a little blingly, a bangly her

Through A Cat’s Eyes

Through A Cats Eyes short poem

She stands on all four a guild of colors and patterns- rubbing off mystery and heed with pries for eyes! I reach for her head; she purrs faster than my pitapat. I go back to my kitchen, shut the door,

Always

Always short poem

How will you carry the mount of tears in the vally of temples? Kites flowing in sky of beings-egos-denials and repeals. Smiling at pain I unspeak to a keeper of cage, under the shadow of golden roses, walking with blue

Phases Of The Road

Phases Of The Road short poem

driving into twilight a warm day smelling of road dust crops in the field their low green bodies growing duller as the headlights come on the radio stations change format from news to music crepuscular animals are creep out skunks

I Am A Woman

I Am A Woman short poem

I am a Woman, …born from the ribs of a ‘Man’; I am a Woman, They say…I am Honor of the ‘Clan’. I am Equal of a ‘Man’, Very early this Comparison ‘began’… God made me beautiful…so I can ‘rejoice’…