"fainthearted" poems
This year:
(for those with brave hearts)
I hope you find the strength to make your choices and fight for the life that you want.
I hope you look up from all your hard work and realize how much you've grown.
I hope you find yourself saved sometimes.
I hope you find time to get lost, in your head, in the wilderness, to explore forests, and gaze into rivers.
I hope you find your best self looking back at you. I hope you know you're always growing.
I hope you feel challenged.
I hope you never stop believing in the view from the top of the mountain.
I hope you get there. I hope you find it was worth it.
(for the softhearted)
I hope you find more time to laugh.
With your friends, at yourself, or at the world for ever thinking it could hurt you.
I hope you can take the pain and say "thank you."
i hope you realize it has only made you all the more good, all the more beautiful.
I hope you start looking less at the mirror, start believing more in who you are in other people's eyes, what you know you are in your heart.
I hope life gets sweeter, hope you wake up with your head in the clouds, your soul flying.
I hope you finally find what you're looking for.
I hope you find yourself smiling.
(for those with big hearts)
i hope you realize how important you are, how you make people feel appreciated and loved.
i hope you realize that the world wouldn't be the same if you weren't trying so hard to make it a better place.
i hope the world tucks you into bed, proud of its little soldier.
i hope you appreciate yourself for your efforts.
i hope you never get tired of being a champion of the things people say no longer exist - so much kindness, goodness, love, peace.
i hope that you find fulfillment in the little things because sometimes, that's all we get.
little things like knowing you made someone smile, or that the people you love are doing fine, doing better.
i hope you realize that's all you need.
i hope your heart is proud of itself.
i hope the love that burns in you always keeps you warm.
(for the fainthearted)
I hope you realize there's so much more to your life than you thought there was.
I hope you find moments that make your breath catch, a million things to marvel at.
I hope life surprises you. I hope you surprise yourself.
I hope you find your horizons expanding, and see that it's not as bad as you thought.
I hope your dreams take you places; I hope you travel paths that you never knew existed, but where you feel you belong.
I hope you discover your longings, what your heart would sing for, what you didn't know you wanted all along.
I hope you get up and chase it.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 10:28 AM UTC
She said:
I am neither witty nor a beauty,
nor illustrious nor an actress
so if u take me u must be either
a ****** or reckless.
He said:
Well, you see i have met countless sleeping beauties
all of which utterly enchanting and bighearted
but not one such a dauntless daredevil
that she leaves a spartan fainthearted.
Never described as prejudiced or foolhardy
she would faster swim the English channel naked
,and she will do so sublimely,
than see a crime or sin go unstated.
If all you have to offer,
is what you are now
then let me tell you that is no bother,
and only say Wow.
Cause you are totally original
nothing short of awe-inspiring,
absolutely phenomenal
and so worthy of this ring.
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 7:03 AM UTC
Warning: This is not a nursery rhyme for the fainthearted.
The promise lit by life,
Was actually lit by your lies.
Owwwww!
My forehead is mine I am made to realize,
Realization comes painfully when I bang the wall.
Sssssssssss!
****** I am hurting myself but that's all,
Never stupidly brave enough to actually finish it.
FREE ME!
I request that entity to let me live my life,
Cursed wasn't how I wanted to survive.
Ouch!!
The misgivings are just that bit too much,
As though a beehive fell on my head as much.
BANG-BANG-BANG!!!
I bang my head to the tune which I play,
And I am unable to bang it on a wall.
Peace is what I get finally
Cursed is how I live my life every day,
Talking to walls like concentrated prisoners.
I dare you to swap it with me!
Yes! Swap your life with me right now,
If you can't walk with me for the mile.
Whispers
The mile I dreamt with you,
The smile you promised,
The mile of my life.
Forget about it
I'm just joking about the swap,
I'm no Devil,
You can't live how I live because,
It's my life,
And I'm happy with as much I got,
I've to breath alone,
There must be some serious curse on me,
I accept that curse.
Loving people and then losing them is a ritual,
I must live alone like a hermit.
But you can live on talking only with the darker,
Idol-worshiping him only.
Enjoy with his pictorial representations & idols,
Only one darker idol can you find.
This is why I averse myself from idol-worshiping,
Because it destroys relations.
I lost not only my telephonic-best friend,
But also my real life best friends started avoiding me.
Not an idol-worshiper is a blasphemous term,
In her religion, in Hinduism.
It destroys relations if you start loving your idols,
And if you even start living like your idols.
You never did quite understand what Ishwar/Bhagwan/Rabb/God actually meant.
All the best with your Kanhaiya,
I wish you all the happiness,
And hope that He gives you what I couldn't,
Let your imagination work wonders for you.
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 2:08 AM UTC
Am a stain...
As it a man...
A skinny fiddler mouth.
Drifted as unholy mink.
A hounded firmly stinks.
Find me in the dark.
Am a stain...
As it a man...
Morgue violets you.
Virtuous eye, gloom
Your volute egoism.
Give your soul to me.
For i am the darkest night of yours.
Fainthearted fought risky moors.
Am a stain...
As it a man...
Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 6:55 AM UTC
The drunk guy and his drunk girl both sat
on the concrete near the dumpster along
with their oil stained dog.
The guy had stacked up some cardboard
for his girl to rest her backside on.
The dog drank cool water from an old tin.
The guy always greeted me with a tobacco
stained smile and a ***** open palm wave.
His girl was always drunk even when he obviously wasn’t.
Maybe that was his way of keeping her around.
Sacrifice a bottle for the company of her.
The dog appeared fainthearted and
a bit skittish but his tail always wagged
at the sight of a stranger.
A hopeful wag, a heartening gesture.
One that said he still had hope that one
of these strangers would one day take
him home and away from the life
his fate had cast upon him.
I always took the time to greet the
drunks and the dog.
The guy’s face had that worn leather
look with his bold Native features
and his deep mocha colored skin.
His spiel was always the same he'd
praise my coat and my truck,
the dog would always wag his agreement.
I made sure to always leave them with
a fresh bottle of some cheap wine or
even cheaper *****
A pack of GPC’s
and a stick of jerky for the dog.
The guy always took the gifts without standing.
He smiled and his drunk woman smiled
and the ***** dog wagged his ***** tail.
He would applaud me as I walked away.
Which for some reason caused me to
feel a bit less instead of feeling better.
Their joy was real.
***** back alley drunken joy.
While mine was only a front.
This all took place before all of this.
At a time when I thought
I was in love.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
*Leaving marks
Wherever the hand is
Filth going with every stroke
Everyone blames the root for the evil
No matter, the tree does the evil
Foul fingers deep in fault
I digress, I cower
And my mouth saves by spouting lies
Call me the forerunner of silent sinning
Proud heart, detestably weak mind
All I am able is point fingers
To those who did me no wrong
And sit in the corner, unprotesting
Which immensely shadows me
From a fainthearted dark*
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
I will not fade away
I'm going to make it worthwhile
I'll live so long I might even meet
your great great great grandchild
If you want to destroy me
so be it
If you want to hurt me
this negative energy bounces off
of me to you so fast you
won't believe it
Since you want to be tough
come on
let's get it over with
a battle I know I'll win
I'm going to put up a fight
that you'd wish you never started
this isn't for the fainthearted
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
Curiosity arises on me whilst in my slumber-
Begging for death - bland, little, and somber.
For what wine quenches in the finis?
Life contracts death as death to the mother.
Is the ship rested upon the seabed departed?
Lost and addled the skeletoned sailors uncharted?
Oh! Their diaries fail to notion-
Of a cataclysm that waves adapted to fainthearted.
For what our mirrors surrender
Is that which our ideals birth
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 10:45 PM UTC
Take twos are for the brave
Not for the fainthearted or proud
There is patience in hugging a cycle
Unsure of and if there is much to add
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC
time runs faster than I
I gave up competing
settled down
to become spectator
with snacks and drinks
and a whole lot happier
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
whatever curves and carbs you’ve got
didn’t i tell you, i love you and your scoliosis
i love you just the same, or maybe more
oh my fainthearted belle
when will you realize that from a cocoon
you are now a lovely butterfly?
if you only saw, if you only believed
belle, you are a beautiful metamorphosis
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 12:21 PM UTC
Winter falls
as the
summer breezes,
Hearts burn
as the
fire freezes,
Mockers go quiet
as the
mute teases,
Peace comes in
as the
war ceases.
A day for nephews and a day for nieces,
A time to serve and a time for wishes,
Beasts of the earth and ocean’s fishes,
Alone made by the God who blesses.
They say not one thing
won’t come to last.
Had their faith
on Him fallen so fast?
Did kindess and mercy of God avast?
For human to say all things won’t last?
Rivers explored as
deserts left uncharted,
Desire,
thirst
and hunger
left thwarted,
Who says love and lust
can never be parted?
Who says courage isn’t
for the fainthearted?
Who says all things
come to an end?
Did they not believe that Christ ascend,
From the grave and yet they contend,
That all things will come to an end?
In sin, we received death and pain.
In Him, lifelong eternity is to gain.
He’d come
to wash away our stain,
Trusting in Him
won’t be in vain.
So sing Hallelujah and praise His name!
To all the ends of the earth we proclaim,
Jesus, savior of sinners – of whom I claim,
Death and sin He overcame!
iamthe_avatar ©2010
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 5:55 AM UTC
Who am I?
Nothing but a speck of dust in this vast universe.
A star-crossed voyager, trying to find the meaning of her existence.
A dreamer who dreams big despite being little.
A wandering soul in the wilderness of her own world.
A delicate and fainthearted creature thriving in a desolate land.
But then again I ask myself,
"Who Am I?"
I am created in the image of the Almighty One who turned the nothingness into an infinite existence.
I am loved unconditionally by the Everlasting Father despite my transgressions and called me righteous.
I am anointed and appointed by His divine hand to be a part of His kingdom.
I am a daughter of the King of kings and Lord of lords, a real royalty!
Yes, I am.
Full of faith, saying,
I AM A CHILD OF GOD!
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 12:30 PM UTC
The Computer Age is outstandingly superb
It opens the world for those who care to be heard
Allows the meek to speak
In words that may
Possibly reach into a violent heart
At a moment when it is weak
And guide to retreat
Imagine if only we could
Achieve this peace
If all who have been reserved in the past
Began to use the internet
To show the world
Fainthearted, fearfulness
Will not last
Join together with others
Show the world that PEACE
Is our STRONG stand
Use the internet
As a guide for this plan
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
Consumes me, controls me with a Poisoned passion that cracks my face
Against the past;
The horrors of my idiocy, the idiocy of
My horrors,
Falling and failing, falling further still
From my fainthearted present toward
Those broken, bitter,
Love soaked memories.
Takes me, betrays me, awakens me
From my calm to reap my soul
For lovers still held fast;
In that pain of passions fire,
The scars of youth;
Beautiful but fading, fading faster still
To a shadow of a hope once held fast
In my reckless,
Broken, love provoked yesterday.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 11:06 AM UTC
1.To make you Cease & desist
Im Pleased to assist
You malignant cyst
U must not exist
Please Die right now
I have to insist,
Hands behind ur bk
U must not resist,
Pickin pockets & Stealing lines
All these Petty crimes
You commit,
Fainthearted Weak minded,
Your soul's
A timid,
Amid my rise to the top
Will find time
To make to a
Pit stop,
To get ****** off
To make a btich stop
A *** to **** on
A phone to watch ****
A tiit to **** on
A fit to bit on
A clique to bank on
A cliit to play ball
A ball to roll on
A lawn to mow grass
A bowl to smoke
Grass,
New kicks
To kick
Asse
An asse to bust a nut
A nut to run to bolt
A bolt to cause Thunder
So i can bury you *******
Under.
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 6:17 AM UTC
On the towpath
which is no path
for the fainthearted
is where it all started,
watching the sticklebacks
separating fictions from facts
making several pacts with myself
which in turn turned into chains and
chained me to the troubles I went through.
Catching the dragonflies
making eyes at the jack pike
like I knew it was time
and time knew it was me
skating on thin ice because of the danger
and I was no stranger to that,
the developers moved in
filled the canal in
put up a building and
called it a museum
I see them in the backlight
down beyond midnight
still waiting to fight me
such is the memory
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC