#grind poems on Hello Poetry

JJ Inda Nov 2018

Dawn shed its colors
as night passed by,
giving way to daylight.
Wide-eyed, constantly neglecting
dreams cast
somewhere on the pillow.

Tried, but certain warmth would not keep.
Waiting- traffic and work.
Meanwhile a yearning stagnantly weighs.
Once more committed. Another day to waste
whilst dreams lay
somewhere on the pillow.

#dreams #daily #grind

amuba Nov 2018

Dream

The dream is big
The tension huge
The stress high
But I have nothing to lose
Me and my goals, deeply fused

In my dream I believe
I will hustle until I see
By my very eyes happening in front of me

I do believe in talent
From the words of successful and wise
which goes
"Talent is Practice in disguise"
In any field in any combat

My dream is big
Nothing else I know
Nothing else but grind and grow
Hey family, hey friends, hey world
To no one I owe

I am done living your dreams
Fulfilling your expectations
Following your rules and regulations
Begging your acceptance and recognition
I am not your slave, no more manipulation

'coz in my dream I believe
I will hustle until I see
By my very eyes happening in front of me

as a side-note:
I have someone who is bigger than all
He is huge, wide and tall
He crush and he growl
He is everything but weak
He is me and he is 'the beast'

Lets dream big and live fully.

#dream #hugedream #grind #hustle #amuba

A Simillacrum Oct 2018

The Sulfur Cross| 2. Orc Kind

Grind you up into portions.
Serve you up to the horde.
What was
temporarily
yours,
will feed
the meat
of
the future seed.
Sure enough
the scene
before the
excited mind,
the silent mouth,
shall
seemingly go
completely
unnoticed
til the matter mounts.

#sulfur #cross #satan #grind #meat #orc #type #kind #pig

MicMag Aug 2018

Case of the Mondays

Looks like somebody's got a case of
Something sinister, with not a trace of
That weekend high, like you just erased it
And filled up on Monday's existential dread

Nah, no way it's all just in your head
From the moment you dragged yourself out of bed
Leaving dreams behind, choosing real world instead
To face up to Monday's lack of appeal

No, I proclaim, this syndrome is real
It's something that some weeks all of us feel
As weekly the world attempts to steal
Our joy and our souls with its Mondays

The Monday struggle is real...

#mondays #ugh #work #grind #realworld

MicMag Aug 2018

Poetry as life

Life as poetry
Poetry as life:

A slow steady grind
Working stubbornly
Against monotony
And seizing
Those fleeting
Sparks of inspiration
Taking their wild ride
Wherever they lead
As the momentum
Carries us through
When we're back to the grind

Writing of all forms is a blend of hard work and inspiration. When creativity strikes it leads us forward in bursts but the craft is honed even more in the absence of such inspiration.

Life is pretty much the same, wouldn't you say?

#poetry #life #grind #monotony #inspiration

Diangelo Tyler Feb 2018

Grind

Never let anyone get you off your grind
YOU BE YOU
Politic your own state of mind
Govern your own hopes
Rally around your own dreams
Lift your heart up with both hands
Raise your own self esteem
Stand upright behind the podium
State your life mission loud and proud
And let them know your purpose
Is firmly planted on solid ground
Not up in the clouds

#grind

A Wegner Feb 2018

Sleep/Wake

Paradise of the mind
A precarious place to be,
The jungle of sleep.
Wake. Sleep.
A cyclical smile arises
Easing societal surprises,
You’ve got them at your feet
Child.
All you’re doing is counting,
And everyone can sleep.
Run sand run.
Sleep sloth sleep.
Sporadically blitz,
Contrasting brain blip
Turn your head
And sleep.
‘We will be there soon’
And you show them your
Ticket.
Can you smile?
Just for fun
I hear a conversation running
Simultaneously.

Similarly
Rhythmically

Potatoes
Same as last week.
Staring at those peas
Counting the –
Components and compartments,
To fit your
Flesh and bone things.

Caught up in the monotony of it all, will I stumble? Will I fall?

#repetition #monotony #life #depression #metaphor #sleep #wake #live #grind

A Alexander Jan 2018

Moments

I stand along the brick wall, eyes closed, feeling the sun and the cool breeze against my cheeks and think of how sweet and grateful I am for this life.
In such a short instance, time has stopped for me to appreciate it.

I couldn't help but write about how beautiful it was having stepped outside and away from work. Feel free to contribute to this write, love hearing from others perspectives on little moments that capture us!

#little #break #dust #off #the #grind

jas Jan 2018

promised land

lately
searching for a way
working on myself
night by night, day by day

on a search to the promised land
where my dreams end and reality begins
true happiness exists

day 24of 365

#promised #land #happiness #grind #work