Poetry: Striving 10 Articles

by Mechelle McCarrell ICS.LPN

Striving to survive Striving to survive Just to stay alive Everyday it's a task Just to get another day passed How much longer Can we make this last Day to day It's all the same routine With a few exc...read more

by Carol Natoli

Striving for... perfection, peace, harmony, a family, a relationship, a career, a baby, a transfer, hard-to-reach goals. Striving, and wanting, and longing for a time when things get better, living gets...read more

by Alysha Brady

"reaching for a Dream" Rudely awakened by an alarm clock at the seemingly obscene hour of 6 a.m. to realize you were shaken from a dream, a story told by some unknown narrator. Finally, the slowpoke h...read more

by Raychel Carter

Get your cigarette. Go buy a ticket for the train. Never come home with any regrets And be sure to get rid of all this pain. Bring your sweetheart, And go live in Spain. But don't ever depart. And be sure to br...read more

by Ed Ostrom

O Lord a radical I would be Into my world pressing victory, Help me for You faithfully stand, And boldly declare Your Word in this land, Lord I now confess my love for You, And go "to feed Your lambs: in all I do, O ...read more

by Matthew Hammond

You can eclipse the stars, the moon and the sun but it means nothing, to eclipse ones self is the only aim.read more

by Sophia Afriyie

ADVERSITY WALKS Seeing him is no thrill. Down my spine goes the chills. Several times I've ran into him. At the times when life is dim. He has never been a friend, And his presence do I dread. I have tried to keep...read more

by Mailrangam Venkataraman

GOD GIVES WINGS FOR TRUE STRIVINGS Every miracle happens by striving Striving alone helps in surviving With confidence when mind is driving Marvelous results will be arriving To pursue with grit brings glory It w...read more

by Theresa G. Stafford

Striving 8/04/05 For all my Striving I'm not driving I rest in spirit's Loving hand. All I need is mine with speed. From all fear I am now freed. Burdens laid On the altar of night Now dissolve in Sp...read more

by April Heath

UNTITLED I am a train...(a train?) A train I am a train on a greasy track In a vacuum with no resistance Without a brake THUNDERING and no caboose ROARING A train There are no passengers, no weight but my own N...read more