Palas Kumar Ray Mar 2010
No harm in aspiring for becoming the best
No harm in dreaming surpassing all the rest
Only we need understand the realities as well
that results, whatsoever be the field we are in
comes after a long struggle and sincere efforts.
Merit cannot substitute hard labor and sincerity
though later alone can show the road of prosperity.
Dominique Guzman Dec 2013
It can be anyone
Trying their best
At anytime
At anyplace
Striving for excellence
Megan H Aug 2014
You see,
The thing is,
I'm standing on an abandoned road
That goes two directions.
I can only choose to go one way
Because the distances are so far.
I need to find my direction
And go that way.
But,
I have no car
No bike.
I must walk.
You have to work for the things you want.
Challenges and competition notified.
Every step codified.
Tears and sweat pacified.
Achievements and advancement glorified.
Regression and depression terrified.
Muscles and struggle verified.
Foes and conspirators mortified.
Plans of progress and purpose sanctified.
Grace and the Goodness of God testified.
Sweet pleasures of life.
Trials, Torment and Torture.
Eulogies and Elegies of visible characters.
Promising and decisive.
No conflicts, No dilemma.
Caroline B Nov 2012
A penny sits in the middle of my hand.
Vaguely warm and slightly worn
But still shining brightly.
On one side you see the current residence of
The late Abraham Lincoln.
On the other you see the man himself
Facing to the right
As if watching for assassins.
I roll it around in my palm,
The rough edges scraping past my
Calloused hands.
I can almost hear it sigh
With relief as I put it back
Down again.
Melissa Fayard Oct 2014
It's hard when you use to feel way at the top
Like you would never stop
Every one telling you how good you've done
Making you feel like you were number one
But in the blink of an eye you go from one to done
zero, zip, nada, none
You thought you'd never fail the ones you loved
But we all make mistakes
Like breakups and makeups
Sometimes it may be better to just give up
But how many mess up will it take you to realize your done
Never being number one.
Not-So-Superman Mar 2014
Being a star is hard work.

As I shine all through the night,
keeping up my brilliant light,
and struggling to be a pleasant sight.

I realize,

there are so many others
that are
alight.

Being a star, is hard work.
Never relent to reach your dreams
never fall at the first fence
be brave and fight on
think everyone not your enemy

Stand fast and never yield
be strong for the time of deliverance
be a child of the stars so vast
with hard work and perseverance

Go by the beat of the drum
know that enlightenment is within you
be as we, stride on freely
for I truly believe that you can really do

(Poem For Larna Kira Kourtis)

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Sarah Michelle Nov 2015
Holding on to the
product of hard work as if
it will ever leave.
Ian Woods Jun 2015
I worked like a berserker
All day and through the night
and took on extra workers
While I tried to make it right

Finances were reduced
And try as hard as I might
It sagged and remained defiantly loose
When I wanted and needed it tight

I did everything that I could do
put  up a hell of a fight
But then I flushed it down the loo
Because that’s what you do with your shite.
General Specifics. Specific standpoints distilled for general use. Apply liberally to the affected area. If symptoms persist, consult your doctor.
Don't we have legislation to protect our poetry
It is unthinkable for our hard creative work to be abused for someone else's pleasure, surely there is something that we poets can all do.
To safe guard our property.
Let's get Eliot the site manager to put something now in place.
It is unthinkable for a person just to come along and steal your creative poem. And post it up worst still publish it as their own ..
Shane Carmichael Mar 2012
I feel your silky hair through my rough, calloused hands
Your flawless skin softens this hardened heart
Melting away into your arms
Gentle scratches across my bare back remind me,
That I am far from alone in this cold world
I crave this beautiful touch, not between lovers
A reassuring brush of the shoulder and a deserving look
Eyes that sparkle like a priceless gem
A wise, bullied soul with a sharp wit to match
The voice that strikes fear into me, as a conscious into a person
My love, do not mistake this weary traveler for an idiot
Kevin Lee Feb 2015
Crash
Amnesia blaring in your ears.
Piano running through its arpeggio
as you hear muffled questions being
shouted from a distance.
Take off your helmet.
Remove your ear buds.
Open your eyes to a disgusting amount of dead valley sky.
It's time for you to sit up.
Engine still puttering like a champ.
The stranger mutters something like,
"That's a lot of blood. Are you ok?"
Stifling vomit and a laugh you reply,
"Feelin' fine. Never better."
You notice that he's still in his car.
He didn't even roll down his window fully. This is the extent of help or empathy you've come to expect.
The taste of iron fills your mouth.
You spit. Crimson.
You smile. Fake.
You wave him on.
It's time to work. It's a process.
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