Bravery Poems - Poems about Bravery

“As we tread along the journey of life We need to strive and strive just to survive.”- By author ************************************************************** ...

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And We should not be here in the first place: in last place in the worst space. This Earth! The Disgrace! But should we be here at the right time: at due time at the fine line. This Life! The Great Race! So Save yourself: a piece Of peace in one hand. Still Stick to what your gut Would: want at one hand. For There is a proper place for Everything: A place to live, And a...

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Positive mindset satiates my hunger, In dark clouds, it finds silver linings to see. It carves out success, not as a warmonger, And its bravery swirls like tides in the sea. Walking its paths fuels daily ambition, With it, no time again will my self-trust fade. No setback can stir the winds of submission; My will makes failure retreat, deep in dismay. Struggles...

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we rise although gravity and time may hold us in the cupping of their hands we rise in a plethora of dreams escaping above the vents of circumstance we rise into the tent of all embracing; and as if, and but, and still we rise into each contemplation new as the reckoning of togetherness draws us to the breath of our existence; rising, always rising to meet the...

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Our Maureen sits, At an old kitchen table She’d say: “I love you,” If she were able But she missed her chance, And took to the bottle She cried herself sober, And ran back to her hovel She ran her hand through her golden brown hair, And battered her eye lids, Terry was there A young driver, She was two years his junior, But he said: “I love...

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Fear leaks out my pores Stinging my eyes as it rolls down Running on and on I turn my head around I look again and I see You're still chasing me And I run on I run on I run away then back again I can't stay but here I stand My choices are not made by me anymore Since I became yours I'm chained to you I'm...

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Our fear of pain intrudes upon The calm we have inside, So forcing us, then, to control It bravely; not to hide. Steadfast and strong, that courage found Is all we need to show; That manliness - Andreia, yes - Will strike your fears a blow. Andreia - courage, fortitude, The strength to pass the test - The word comes here from ancient Greece; The...

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In a quiet town, there lived young Tommy, Though folks called him “coward,” he was never balmy. His baked goods were famous, a delight to all, But when trouble arose, he would just let it stall. “Hey, Tommy, come join us!” the tough guys would cry, But he’d smile and shake his...

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Moving up one's journey uphill, Though for many a soul a thrill, Is a scary endless struggle Verging on a daily battle. One may expect thorns on the way And a scorching sun through the day, One may witness wild winds uphill With not a spot oneself to shield; One may expect rough, rugged roads With no single voice one to goad, One...

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Being brave is A character Embed in love. ...

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Bravery, a quality rare the province of those who dare say something most will object to ~ especially since it is true ...

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The wind howls loudly, And they parade proudly. What is true? How would I make something out of you? Offer some resistance! Take your stance! Why would you increase your skill, But to increase your will? They won’t go with your flow, So put on a fantastic show!...

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Priggish bravery Is disguised as happiness Life's dull savory....

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On a busy Marescaux Road where No one cared for an injured dog, Where motorists do not come to a slow, And honking horns hammer As impatient traffic competes toe to toe, There on the asphalted heat The painful cry of a wounded creature Pierced through the peak-hour hub of the street. Out into...

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a gentleman from a grand, but time-worn oil-painting, unbelievably handsome in his forties, immaculately dressed in a formal grey suit, from the backdrop of a luscious tea-garden on a mountaineous plush valley, looked at me with an intriguing smile..... in my maternal grandmother’s house! “Who is he?” I remember enquiring my mother, “And where did he go?” My mother's eyes welled up... but she...

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