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Aparna Aug 23
atop the jagged precipice
she fights;adorned with battle scars
slaying her demons
you know what I mean')
I know the world is going through a lot right now
I know that sometimes we feel like giving up
It feels like you carry the weight of the world on one shoulder
The world is sure in a mess right now
But you’re not alone, nobody has to be
We’re all in this together,
For the weight we should’ve carried is love
And every one is a fighter
I believe
So rise up
Chris May 31
A fighter.
A hero.
A rebel.
A leader.
As good as they come.
That was Echidna.
I had a dream about the hero Echidna. I'm gonna try and write it out here in a series of poems.
Adhara Sygnus May 30
And every time I look
into the mirror, I see a fighter,
proud of the fading scars, that grace her heart,
the one you turned into a warrior
Jueria Shaik May 30
When I pronounce my fears
or when I shed silent tears?
When I float in my passion
or when I calaculate my every action?
When I naysay to unease
or when I offer my every piece?
When I dance like no one's there
or when I be conscious of my way?
When I'm that benevolent fighter
or when I'm the aloof spectator?
So tell me, when am I my better version?
When would you think of me as a better version?
Zoë May 18
Tears rolling down my face
Walking through a dreadful place
Held on for far too long
But used to be so strong

At night out of everyones sight
Waiting for when the time's right
The demons would make me feel
like the wounds could never heal

Convince myself with smiling
even my insides are dying
As I keep on burning
I feel the tables turning

You might see hope
Don't see with what I cope
Told you there's no other way
Wouldn't listen to what I say

Told myself this lie all years
While confronting all my fears
Never saw a day get brighter
But made me more of a fighter
Tucked behind the golden locks,
that cascaded down her face
Were the footprints of dancing sunbeams,
that left freckles in their trace

And a pair of vibrant green eyes,
that flowed like twin creeks
Showed that she had been broken,
as they flooded her cheeks

Shattered by a voice, from which,
she could never break free
And he whispered in her ears,
just like the buzzing bee

His voice was rough,
and his every word stung
Much like the devil himself,
he bore a forked tongue

He made her believe, that she,
would never be enough
And he insisted on making,
every day tough

He told her she was damaged,
unwanted and broken
Like a loose seam, she came undone,
with every word spoken

Her glossy green eyes,
behind luscious locks of gold
Fought an unfair war, against the lies,
her anxious mind told
feat. the Voice of Anxiety
MB Fleetwood Apr 2
Steady is a sailor's hand upon the helm.
Steady she must, to drive this ship away from hellish lands to wherever dreams may steer.

Guidance be the wind which carries her home;
that yet remains undefined but by the memories cherished howbeit that very hell.

Steadfast always, without rest,
for fear of the inevitable storms ahead.

How ready is this vessel
when lighting strikes,
when thunder rolls
and waves swell?

Might this infinitesimal boat not keel?

Whilst the gale rages she attempts to persist through
its brunt head on, relentlessly fighting towards Zephyrus.

Tunneled her sight,
focused on an unknown land
characterized by zealous hope.
Make it there, she undoubtedly will,
for her relentless heart will beat
of drums midst a war.

Stricken the sail,
and suddenly finding herself adrift.
Swept away in the dark just trying to stay afloat
for fear of drowning to the Locker,
where getting back up seems despairing.

A kindred spirit meandering near
sees a sailor rowing.
He is an explorer of sorts,
but always knowing where he has been.
In the fogged horizon
she was spotted through a looking glass.
He watched her hastily work without stoppage.
Two ventures completely lost in the right direction.

The Universe has chosen for their convergence.
This juncture is not without reason.
She gave him an azimuth circle
and taught him to travel by the stars.
He rebuilt her ship stronger than before
and promised her it will never sink.

Sail my darling, time waits not for itself. Sail!
A tribute to my love. She is an incredible person full of inner drive fueled by a flame that burns deep within the core of her soul. She is a fighter like no fighter I've ever seen. I'm proud to be on this journey with her, called Life.
Zack Ripley Nov 2019
Tonight, I write this poem for you.
You, who pushes through the day with a smile even when you don't want to.
Tonight, I write this poem for you.
Lover, fighter, don't be afraid to let your fire burn brighter.
Tonight, I write for you a poem of hope.
You, the one who fears you've reached the end of your rope.
Tonight, I write this poem for you.
You, my new friend. If you need someone to talk to, I'm just around the river bend.
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