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Joshua Horder Feb 2018
The religious chalking of the hands,
The tightening of the thick nylon straps,
Headphones are placed and primed,
Now time begins to lapse.

His mind's eye recites what now must be completed,
Claiming a bench, he sits, he waits, he breathes,
He grasps the ice cold steel and tightens his grip,
Lifting, striving for ten, he pushes, he believes.

The loud clink clinking of solid metal plates,
The sound of great efforts fill the room,
Sweat and tears begin to flow,
Working hard the muscles engage and begin to bloom.

Set after set he keeps pushing forward,
Digging deep into his soul for his much-needed strength,
Tunnel-visioned now as he drives and drives,
Working for that last rep, his arms raising, still at full length.

An hour or more passes and the session draws to a close,
Crunching his abs, he works as the pain stabs into him like a knife,
He knows it's doing him good, it's his mindfulness, it's his time,
He will be back tomorrow for another round because after all, training is life.
Umi Feb 2018
What might it be that doesn't let me compete to three verses ?
Perhaps it is that I tend to write longer poems, perhaps the lengh
shouldn't matter so much as the message is carried through.
From mind to heart, then to ones soul I try to reach out with no goal.
Yet am beaten, brought back down, by three verses which show up
with such malice, ominous, threatful aura, they have approached me.
I pretend not to mind, I pretend not to have seen it, yet the simple,
silly, broken stream in my thoughts has already engaged it.
So that it once again, cannot repress, envy on such a level.
My writing style might have been through changes, might have
come to a disliking to those who prefer a clear, structured, yet well
recorded, beautiful and magnificent rhyme pattern.
That should surely catch one's eye, perhaps fill them with glee and
bliss, happy thoughts that they would miss once they are gone.
But no, I cannot turn, this path was chosen, locked, destined to be
walked upon on an journey which has become endless, by time
which had stopped passing anymore.
So now it became unrecognised, forgotten, left in an abyss without
any light to expose it to the world outside my head.
Such is the fate, which I will gladly bear with, for this, has been
a  route, from which I learn and educate.
So go ahead, you can take my flame thrice, even if I might not be
able to burn this image into your eyes, this ember, about to go out
from the cold, windy, airless area, will only burn brighter.
As it rises from the ashes and yet again, goes ablaze

~ Umi
Damian Murphy Feb 2018
Your dreams will not come true
Though dream all day you may,
But if work hard you do
They may come true one day.
Andrew Ewen Feb 2018
If you could look into the mind of an OCD sufferer, what would you see?
You would see bravery and fear fighting it out.
One side of the mind trying to reason with the other.
If you tell us to get on with it, it's because you don't see the amount of strength and determination that it takes to overcome a mental illness.
Damian Murphy Feb 2018
To be a success
Takes nothing more, nothing less
Than all you can give!
Steve Page Feb 2018
I gazed through the window
of missed opportunity,
considering the colour
of the grass,
remaining undecided
-  as ever.
But determined all the same.
Sometimes you need to just climb through that window.
Ivan Brooks Sr Feb 2018
In my poverty songbook, I wrote
Fear nothing but to do some wrong
Yet I wrote nothing about being broke
All because poverty made me strong.

From birth, I've sung the poverty song
It's about a unilateral fight against poverty
I know the road to the summit is long
I'll rest at nothing until I dwell in prosperity.

There's a verse in the book about perseverance
It's the main reason for which I wrote the song
In there I thanked God for His grace and Providence
For it's within his grace where we all belong.

In my poverty songbook, I left out a lot of things.
There ain't a single verse about laziness and self-pity.
I instead included a request for a Timberland and wings
These two I'll need to get about and do my hustle duty.

IvanBrooksPoetry©️
The quest to escape poverty is the reason people like me made it...I used it as a yardstick and a prism.
Emma Jan 2018
I watched
as a small bird chirped in determination
and tried to fly.
It flew with hope and strength,
but smashed into
the copper bars
of the cage that trapped it.
I frowned to myself.
Why would anyone keep such a beautiful thing
locked up, unable to do what it wants?
Then, an idea burst into my mind.
Quickly, I opened an old, rusty window
and walked over to the cage.
"You need this.
I...
need this."
The bird was trembling in excitement.
I undid the clasp, and swung open the door,
My wings taking flight in the open air.
Freedom, at last.
Ricardo Jan 2018
Tell me now are you ready to start?
It's time to evolve yourself,
Figure out everything to do right.
When everyone says stop, are you gonna go?
Only the ones that follow there own,
Only the ones that will stand out,
Only the ones not giving up,
Make it better from the start.
Will you go further than most?
Those that won't try hard enough,
Those get left behind,
Those that won't care enough,
Those will fall apart.
Tell me so you think your living life?
Do you do what you please to decide,
Does nobody deprive you of that,
Don't you, don't you fall back.
So now are you leaning on?
Can't rely on what's behind to catch.
Are you the fish in the sea?
Figure out how to cast the hook instead,
Far enough that people can't see,
Don't fear just reel it back in.
Now everyone is telling you your changing?
That's the time you advance as an individual,
When your seeking out what you believe,
Start sailing the 7 seas.
When your discovering your mind,
People will try polluting it in time.
Is this all ideas inside?
Than don't reroute the course for par,
Do all this for yourself,
Shoot for eagles like a star.
Have you achieved this belief?
Give yourself a pad on the back,
Than say thank you, thank you,
Simply for the power to succeed.
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