Survival Poems - Poems about Survival

Wake. Commute. Work. Repeat. They call this living? I call it the hamster wheel— spinning faster each year while the cage only shrinks. Three jobs to afford one roof. Two hours of daylight between shifts. One life slipping through fingers calloused from climbing ladders that only lead to more ladders. We've normalized exhaustion, wear our burnout like medals of honor. "Busy" is our battle cry. Our worth measured in productivity units, our...

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A quiet life right by the sea No thoughts of war to trouble me Sweet rendezvous with poetry I wonder, will I then be free? The touch of flirty summer breeze No one to bother or appease At one with sand and sky and trees, but will I be content with these? To hook my dreams upon a star Hear nature's hymn, not sounds...

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when love was scarce and bitter-spun, i craved the warmth of anyone. no silver spoons, no golden light — just hungry hands that learned to fight. i licked the steel of sharpened lies, and swallowed tears in my disguise. the blades that cut, the wounds they made — became the price my heart had paid. yet still, i sought what stars conceal — a...

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This year I turned 41 That's 16 more than I thought I'd get I mean teachers, police, parents Hell, even the statistics said 25 was it So for me, my day-to-day is weird Every morning a hard-earned prize Since I never thought I would see it Nothing matters for me, a constant surprise I feel like I already hit the lotto The biggest prize...

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You chance upon her in the far reaches of the backyard a place you never go and there she trembles a tiny tiger in a blurred world secreted in shadows below blackthorn shrubs faint mews draw you closer the power of her vulnerability fills your veins with a pulse rising brimming you with a nectar needed like a dry stream bed...

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Scrape away, at a life. You just weren’t given any real instructions – so, you scrape like a carpenter at grey washed walls, wanting to peel off old paint – old memories, in your head you scrap away the talk back – that little squirrel inside the trunk of your head it scrapes. You scrape and scream, you scrape and feel the muscle of...

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The dark rooms of my mind take me to a new place every night, This place beams of sunshine, with beautiful sight. This feeling is indeed real, but far from reality, Still, this place thrives my personality. This is a dream, but I did not choose it, it chose me, It is a new era in a different country, Where it...

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She was born with the whole sky in her hands, soft fingers reaching for a world that hadn’t yet told her no. Her first breath was limitless— the kind of infinite that only newborns know, before the world shrinks them down, before the weight of it all settles into their bones. She could have been anything. A girl who laughed, who danced, who...

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Whither rhyme and meter counting the number of feet or sustained metaphors, sharp similes framework for what we called poetry Alas, today, almost anything goes slams and raves...

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Why do I deserve to live when millions have died?  Prays didn't work, even though they cried.  While millions starve, their lives go to waste. As if their journey were destined in haste,  By hunger, disease, and war undone, Or beneath nature’s calamity, their battles won? Is my life worth more than theirs? Or chance alone spares me from despairs? Am I just...

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Sensing a threat, move not a bit Work not with a fear of failure in mind Take not anything for granted Accept not ever your defeat, untried Try something new, ignoring routines Smile more, the whole world smiles with you Life is a progressive vehicle Solutions are not found readymade Live a happy and blissful life Hope is the secret of survival Line 1: Wait...

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DIY Survival Listen to this rhyme I say, and be prepared every day. In the forest you may go, weather shine or weather snow. If your lost within the trees, don’t run around like a sleaze. Don’t tromp about and shake your head, for if you do you will be dead. Stop and sit you whipperbate, start a fire and then just wait. Make it smokey...

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Potato latkes* sizzle in pure olive oil pancakes fry up brown One scrumptious bite ~ assimilation drowns _____________________ ...

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Gothenburg Penitentiary, the hardest of the hardest/ The concrete jungle, where everyone is heartless/ Gothenburg Penitentiary, the show now mercy/ So, you gotta learn to swim in murky waters/ Gothenburg Penitentiary, my heart just sunk/ The next fifteen years of my life I'll be sleeping on a bunk/ With a celly who's a mess and a cell that smells of funk/ The...

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