Poems about life struggles can be an inspiring lesson for everyone, telling them about the challenges of life. We sometimes feel as if we are the only ones struggling.
Everyone in this world has experienced problems. These poems about life struggles can help us face our difficulties.
For writers, it can be a way to communicate their struggles with others. Sometimes we find comfort and inspiration in reading these poems, and sometimes we might feel a sense of challenge or discomfort.
So a poem about life struggles can provide us with emotional and psychological support during our difficult times.
We have gathered some short poems about life’s struggles. These poems will inspire you to overcome your difficulties and challenges.
The Hourly Cross
By Ruby Archer
Oh, sorrow of restraining
An impulse grown alert,
Of bearing uncomplaining
The daily want and hurt!
Comparison
The sky of brightest gray seems dark
To one whose sky was ever white.
To one who never knew a spark,
Thro’ all his life, of love or light,
The grayest cloud seems over-bright.
The robin sounds a beggar’s note
Where one the nightingale has heard,
But he for whom no silver throat
Its liquid music ever stirred,
Deems robin still the sweetest bird.
Our Share Of Night To Bear
By Emily Dickinson
Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.
Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards — day!
Not They Who Soar
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Not they who soar, but they who plod
Their rugged way, unhelped, to God
Are heroes; they who higher fare,
And, flying, fan the upper air,
Miss all the toil that hugs the sod.
‘Tis they whose backs have felt the rod,
Whose feet have pressed the path unshod,
May smile upon defeated care,
Not they who soar.
High up there are no thorns to prod,
Nor boulders lurking ‘neath the clod
To turn the keenness of the share,
For flight is ever free and rare;
But heroes they the soil who’ve trod,
Not they who soar!
I will rise
I will rise
After every fall.
I will rise
And stand tall.
I will rise
Over the wall.
I will rise
Above them all.
Like the sun,
Which never dies.
Though sets every night,
Every day it does rise.
Like the ocean
Whose tides
Many times they are down,
But invariably they rise.
Like the trees,
From seeds they arise,
And heights great
They rise and rise.
After falling once,
Twice and thrice,
Again and again
I will rise and rise.
I will rise
After every fall.
After every fall
I will rise.
Sometimes
By Lucy Petersen
Sometimes I can’t find the words
That fill my messy head.
Can’t find the effort to smile
Or get out of my silly old bed.
The world just sometimes feels like
I don’t fit and don’t belong,
And even when I make the effort,
A smile just doesn’t last long.
I could pretend with all my might
That I am the happiest I can be.
Surrounded by the world, it seems
Lonelier I couldn’t be.
Not sure what may be the answer.
Not sure if I’m really keen
To spend another day here,
Living this dreadful dream.
But I must find some courage,
Light a fire inside my heart
And find a love for life again,
And I know where I shall start.
I’ll walk among the forest
And feel the crisp sea breeze
And lay among the meadow
And listen to all the bees.
I’ll figure out the mayhem
And gaze at all the stars
And dance at every sunset
With a smile inside my heart.
“Fractured
By Jodi M. Kucera
You look at me and only see the cracks,
Fractured, like a piece of glass.
Some are shallow and straight,
Created by silently carrying so much weight.
Others are round and splayed like stars,
Words, a solar system of scars.
Some are deep and cut to my core,
From trials I thought I could no longer endure.
Some hold tightly to splintering shards t
hat still cut,
A painful reminder every time they are touched.
Others are jagged and worn,
And some are occupied with scorn.
Some of them are lessons,
Regretfully brought on by my own transgressions.
All of them create an intricate mosaic of intertwined lines,
Reminders of the things I’ve survived.
A prismatic display of beauty and streng
“Inner Peace
Joshua Fraser
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves crash into the rocks.
Out here there is no time on my clock.
The serenity I feel here just soothes my mind.
A peaceful day so hard to find.
The breeze just calms my soul.
Helps me think about what is my life’s goal.
I then look out over the ocean,
And it feels like my life has lost its commotion.
The sun sets down over the clouds.
But the orange glow around makes me proud.
As the night draws near.
I feel like where I need to be is here.
The soothing nature this afternoon brings
Just feels like such a beautiful thing.
I sit and wonder where life will go,
But right now all I want is for time to slow.
To enjoy this moment and feel free,
To clear my mind and find some glee.
It’s days like these I truly treasure.
Amazing nights and beautiful weather.
It may not seem like much.
But it’s moments like these I want to clutch.
For once I feel like life is bliss.
So many hard days in which my happiness was missed.
I could get lost listening to the waves.
Listening to the birds and watching how the clouds behave.
I could close my eyes and fade into the night.
The tranquility I feel helps me win the fight.
As the waves keep crashing into the rocks,
I feel the happiness in my heart become unlocked.
The day is drawing to a close.
The peacefulness I feel right now I’ll only know.
Right now my mind is finally clear.
It’s time to go as the night draws near.
Something Left Undone
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Labor with what zeal we will,
Something still remains undone,
Something uncompleted still
Waits the rising of the sun.
By the bedside, on the stair,
At the threshold, near the gates,
With its menace or its prayer,
Like a mendicant it waits;
Waits, and will not go away;
Waits, and will not be gainsaid;
By the cares of yesterday
Each to-day is heavier made;
Till at length the burden seems
Greater than our strength can bear,
Heavy as the weight of dreams,
Pressing on us everywhere.
And we stand from day to day,
Like the dwarfs of times gone by,
Who, as Northern legends say,
On their shoulders held the sky.
This was all about the poems about life struggles.
FAQS
The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski.
Kindness by Naomi Shihab Nye.
I Worried by Mary Oliver.
The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry.
Now That We Have Tasted Hope by Khaled Mattawa.
Perhaps the World Ends Here by Joy Harjo.
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