In the arena of the world, under a watchful sky,
There march the valiant hearts, with dreams that fly so high.
Each step a battle, every breath a war,
Against the tides of fate, on life's relentless shore.
They rise with morning's light, with hopes anew,
Clad in resilience, in a hue so true.
But as they strive, and reach, and yearn,
Life's harsh lessons, they come to learn.
For every leap towards their cherished goal,
A setback lurks, to take its toll.
And every time they dare to stand,
Life sweeps their legs like grains of sand.
Yet in their eyes, a flame burns bright,
Defying darkness, embracing night.
With every fall, and every scrape,
Their spirit shapes a braver cape.
Not all their efforts end in glory,
Many untold, the hardship stories.
But in their struggle, there's beauty found,
A silent strength, profound.
For though life knocks them to the ground,
In their hearts, a drumbeat sounds.
A rhythm of persistence, fierce and wild,
The unbeaten path of life's own child.
So here's to those who fall, yet rise,
Who face life's storms, and cleave its skies.
Your journey, though marred with trials so tough,
Is a testament to hope, undeniably enough.
In every tear, a lesson learned,
In every scar, a victory earned.
For those who try, and fall, and stand,
Hold the universe, in your resilient hand.
Life really is tough. I have found that sometimes there is not much relief when you need it. Sometimes life just has to be endured.
Bruce123 wrote:
In the arena of the world, under a watchful sky,
There march the valiant hearts, with dreams that fly so high.
Each step a battle, every breath a war,
Against the tides of fate, on life's relentless shore.
They rise with morning's light, with hopes anew,
Clad in resilience, in a hue so true.
But as they strive, and reach, and yearn,
Life's harsh lessons, they come to learn.
For every leap towards their cherished goal,
A setback lurks, to take its toll.
And every time they dare to stand,
Life sweeps their legs like grains of sand.
Yet in their eyes, a flame burns bright,
Defying darkness, embracing night.
With every fall, and every scrape,
Their spirit shapes a braver cape.
Not all their efforts end in glory,
Many untold, the hardship stories.
But in their struggle, there's beauty found,
A silent strength, profound.
For though life knocks them to the ground,
In their hearts, a drumbeat sounds.
A rhythm of persistence, fierce and wild,
The unbeaten path of life's own child.
So here's to those who fall, yet rise,
Who face life's storms, and cleave its skies.
Your journey, though marred with trials so tough,
Is a testament to hope, undeniably enough.
In every tear, a lesson learned,
In every scar, a victory earned.
For those who try, and fall, and stand,
Hold the universe, in your resilient hand.
Life really is tough. I have found that sometimes there is not much relief when you need it. Sometimes life just has to be endured.
In the arena of the world, under a watchful sky, b... (
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Very good poetry have you ever published an anthology of your prose/poetry?
LiberalGrammyD wrote:
Very good poetry have you ever published an anthology of your prose/poetry?
I take very little credit for it. My contribution is about 25 percent.
More like 10 percent on second thought.
Bruce123 wrote:
More like 10 percent on second thought.
Regardless Bruce it is very good/thoughtful prose/poetry.
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