Best Strength Poems

I marvel how Nature could ever find space
For so many strange contrasts in one human face:
There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and bloom
And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom.
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The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and men deserted the streets for their houses in search of warmth, while the north wind probed in contemplation of laying waste the gardens...
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As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat under the trees pondering upon the phenomena of the atmosphere, looking through the branches at the strewn stars which glittered like chips of silver upon a blue carpet; and I could hear from a distance the agitated murmur of the rivulet singing its way briskly into the valley.
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This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike,
strike at the root of penury in my heart.

Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.
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Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn,
We leave the brutal world to take its way,
And, Patience! in another life, we say
The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne.
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I said unto myself, if I were dead,
What would befall these children? What would be
Their fate, who now are looking up to me
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Today we have naming of parts. Yesterday,
We had daily cleaning. And tomorrow morning,
We shall have what to do after firing. But today,
Today we have naming of parts. Japonica
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She,
In the dark,
Found light
Brighter than many ever see.
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Do not leave me alone, a helpless woman.
My strength, my crown,
I am empty of virtues,
You, the ocean of them.
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A strong woman works out every day,
Pride in her appearance she portrays,
But a woman of strength kneels to pray,
Her soul in shape, God leading the way.
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A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating the sad song of his defeat in life, while suffering from hunger and from humiliation.

When night came, his lips and tongue were parched, while his hand was still as empty as his stomach.
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He stood, and heard the steeple
Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town.
One, two, three, four, to market-place and people
It tossed them down.
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As an unperfect actor on the stage
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart,
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Is a question of strength,
of unshed tears,
of being trampled under,
and always, always,
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Love lies bleeding in the bed whereover
Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading:
Earth lies laughing where the sun's dart clove her:
Love lies bleeding.
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Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.
I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.
I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour.
Perhaps you glance at me and think, "What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!"
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yet a letter from the heaven
carrying the message of hope of yarning
intuiting the blue universe on the other side
dream yet not bloomed by the craving
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The Mother's heart, the hero's will,
The softest flowers' sweetest feel;
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He was a poet who wrote clever verses,
And folks said he had a fine poetical taste;
But his father, a practical farmer, accused him
Of letting the strength of his arm go to waste.
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Hope
My nutrient drink
Energizing
My propelling force
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Though I am down and bear a frown
Because words of sword are always painful
And rejection is always sorrowful.
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Come that my soul has no repose
Has no strength to bear the injustice of waiting
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Life of my life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing
that thy living touch is upon all my limbs.

I shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my thoughts, knowing
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Live thy Life,
Young and old,
Like yon oak,
Bright in spring,
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Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimmed in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
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My God (oh, let me call Thee mine,
Weak, wretched sinner though I be),
My trembling soul would fain be Thine;
My feeble faith still clings to Thee.
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Neither the motivation should be confined to word nor to book. Many things might have been written in book but so long as it is not put into practice or use, it can’t deliver the result. You might have experienced number of times that actual result can be had only after putting self before everything. The sales men may increase the sales by many folds but that may just not be the reality. It is performed under forced situation. It is doesn’t speak of any motivation, but only a consideration,


Think of commandant in battle field, surrounded by powerful enemy, and he is leading battery of disgruntled and demoralized personnel under his command? His final words or vision only may save them from disastrous situation or near annihilation. His powerful motivation or enthusiasm only may take them to a safety without loss of lives.
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AH, that Time could touch a form
That could show what Homer's age
Bred to be a hero's wage.
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MY good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.
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Civilized, crying: how to be human again; this will tell you how.
Turn outward, love things, not men, turn right away from humanity,
Let that doll lie. Consider if you like how the lilies grow,
Lean on the silent rock until you feel its divinity
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VI
We lack, yet cannot fix upon the lack:
Not this, nor that; yet somewhat, certainly.
We see the things we do not yearn to see
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That which allows one
To stay put amidst chaos
That's peace
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You praise my strength,
my fun for the war, ...
the huge wound in
my head yet to heal....
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Sure, you're tough and resilient -
able to keep your feelings
under control,
when everyone around you
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The vivid grass with visible delight
Springing triumphant from the pregnant earth,
The butterflies, and sparrows in brief flight
Chirping and dancing for the season's birth,
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CURVE OF MYSTERY

Day and night flow by the nature
seasons follow one after another
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Lord grant me
The assurance of Abraham
The meekness of Moses
The strength of Samson
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It is good for strength not to be merciful
To its own weakness, good for the deep urn to run
over, good to explore
The peaks and the deeps, who can endure it,
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Women of courage, women of strength ,
Women of faith and devotion.
Mothers of children with spirits so strong
Who may have unbridled imaginations. REFRAIN: They are women, women of courage
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It
I may not reach the heights I seek,
My untried strength may fail me;
Or, halfway up the mountain peak
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A Great Dreamer dreams
With the sky, earth and ocean.
He seeks to reach the stars
With his unending patience,
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Oh! Divine Mother of all creations
Blessed am I a tool for procreation
Enjoying life as housewife with high education
Which I use to teach my children
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I will not reason, wrestle here with you,
Though you pursue and worry me about;
As well put forth my swarthy arm to stop
The wild wind howling, darkly mad without.
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I see a tundra filled with sparkling white.
I squint my eyes at it's dazzling allure.
And I wonder if it would be alright
If I were to hope to see it once more.
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Let you not say of me when I am old,
In pretty worship of my withered hands
Forgetting who I am, and how the sands
Of such a life as mine run red and gold
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GREAT men have been among us; hands that penn'd
   And tongues that utter'd wisdom--better none:
   The later Sidney, Marvel, Harrington,
Young Vane, and others who call'd Milton friend.
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The strength to rise from the pain,
to continue at all cost,
The strength to prolong all the shame,
Knowing that you've lost,
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Count your blessings instead of your crosses,
Count your gains instead of your losses.
Count your joys instead of your sorrows,
Count your friends instead of your foes.
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In courage-you find
no fear
and in courage-no weakness
does appear
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Huge elm, with rifted trunk all notched and scarred,
Like to a warrior's destiny! I love
To stretch me often on thy shadowed sward,
And hear the laugh of summer leaves above;
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Wintertime nighs;
But my bereavement-pain
It cannot bring again:
Twice no one dies.
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The mighty oak I see outside
It's roots are deep and long
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Love is a LANGUAGE, where mere WORDS have no part.
It is an ENERGY, FLOWING, from HEART, to HEART.
It is a FEELING within us, with a STRENGTH all it's OWN.
When we try to EXPRESS love, it takes FORM as a POEM.
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Let me be your comfort
Let me be your friend
Let your worries flow through me
Let your troubles end;
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Whether wrong or right,
For rights you always fight,
Show the strength and also might,
Grab the opportunity when in sight,
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ONCE did she hold the gorgeous East in fee;
   And was the safeguard of the West: the worth
   Of Venice did not fall below her birth,
Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty.
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there is depth in me that is
much like the sea
and on days of my greatest gleam
i am the woman who manages
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Though joy is better than sorrow joy is not great;
Peace is great, strength is great.
Not for joy the stars burn, not for joy the vulture
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O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
With insufficiency my heart to sway?
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
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ONE sweeps by, attended by an immense train,
All emblematic of peace--not a soldier or menial among them.

One sweeps by, old, with black eyes, and profuse white hair,
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I will remember what I was. I am sick of rope and chain--
I will remember my old strength and all my forest-affairs.
I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugarcane.
I will go out to my own kind, and the wood-folk in their lairs.
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Watch thou and fear; to-morrow thou shalt die.
Or art thou sure thou shalt have time for death?
Is not the day which God's word promiseth
To come man knows not when? In yonder sky
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Morning scratches at the glass.
and the screen glares back white.
Boiling water recalls the heat of thoughts,
a small bird lands on a branch of sunrise.
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Father God, I come to you again this morning to ask for your
help. Lord one of poem hunters precious writers David Harris
is in a hospital bed after having several small strokes. I thank
you Father for not allowing the big one to touch him.
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They are the first people created on this universe.
Because of their existence, we found the earth.
They are the origin of our race.
God created them with a body and face.
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what is this in me
which brings out the beauty in whatever i see
what is this in me
which brings out the friend in whomever i see
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(What the Mendicant Said )


The moon's a monk, unmated,
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THOU large-brained woman and large-hearted man,
Self-called George Sand ! whose soul, amid the lions
Of thy tumultuous senses, moans defiance
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Success lies beneath the popular support
If you maintain contacts and good rapport
It will be great encouragement and strength
If maintained on same wavelength
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We must grow with silence,
Through the winter of our
Ignorance as we wait the
Spring of change, to grow
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Run like the wind
Against the wintry clouds
Against the Iron Horse
That is faster than a bullet
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Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban;
Little used to lie down at the bidding of any man.
Flesh of the flesh that I bred, bone of the bone that I bare;
Stark as your sons shall be -- stern as your fathers were.
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His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buffalo’s pride.
Be clean, for the strength of the hunter is known by the gloss
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Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. AAs the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back --
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
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May you always be in every way
a part of me, a sister, friend I pray
May you find your dreams beyond the sunset
And sing a song and hear the softest heart beat
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When all, and birds, and creeping beasts,
When the dark of night is deep,
From the moving wonder of their lives
Commit themselves to sleep.
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I want not

that strength of a storm
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A country where women were subdued and named
By the society as "abala' or weak, delicate, powerless;
Proved to be an amazing eye-opener for the entire nation,
As hundreds of women marched with gusto, style,
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Love, indeed thy strength is mighty
Thus, alone, such strife to bear --
Three 'gainst one, and never ceasing --
Death, and Madness, and Despair!
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Hands and lit faces eddy to a line;
The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies.
Beyond the great-swung arc o’ the roof, divine,
Night, smoky-scarv’d, with thousand coloured eyes
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Tell me what's happening to me?
Why is my heart beating so fervently?
why has this madness, like a wave,
Broken through the rock of habit?
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1914


We thought we ranked above the chance of ill.
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TRUE genius, but true woman ! dost deny
The woman's nature with a manly scorn
And break away the gauds and armlets worn
By weaker women in captivity?
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The trees in my backyard
Have been stripped of
Their crowning glory
And lovely armor,
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you and i
mere illusions
created through
this body to test our
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When Nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes,
In colour black why wrapt she beams so bright?
Would she in beamy black, like painter wise,
Frame daintiest lustre, mix'd of shades and light?
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When I gasp for strength
I borrow it from you, oh the strong ones!
You carry the load stupendous
Of the humanity
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Hands and lit faces eddy to a line;
The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies.
Beyond the great-swung arc o' the roof, divine,
Night, smoky-scarv'd, with thousand coloured eyes
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My God! O let me call Thee mine!
Weak wretched sinner though I be,
My trembling soul would fain be Thine,
My feeble faith still clings to Thee,
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Forget not the day of the Sabbath,
Its mention is like a pleasant offering.
During it the dove found resting place,
And there the weary may relax.
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Heart, you are restless as a paper scrap
That's tossed down dusty pavements by the wind;
Saying, "She is most wise, patient and kind.
Between the small hands folded in her lap
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Written for the "Martha Washington Court Journal".



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Girls are treasure to one's family,
Girls give moral strength to the family
Girls are the future of every nation
Girls needs a little amount of care,
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Can you feel for me? It was my daughter and her child
Torn away from my heart by some man whose passions went wild.
Does he care that I'll never see them anymore?
He just ignored their cries when they hit the floor.
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Peoples of the world, together
Join to serve the common cause!
So it feeds us all for ever
See to it that it's now yours.
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April for me I choose!
In it the old things tumble,
In it things new refresh us;
It makes a mighty rumble,-
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FREEDOM’S first champion in our fettered land!
Nor politician nor base citizen
Could gibbet thee, nor silence, nor withstand.
Thy trenchant and emancipating pen
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Sprinkles in reality
Holding loved ones near
Routines running rapidly
More than one can peer
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