Novel & Cerita Struggle Poems

(Can't let go) What do you say when you just don't know how you feel? (Just don't know how you feel) And you know nobody knows how you feel (feel) 'Cause everybody's got their own damn problem (their own damn problem) So everybody's trying to find their way And day by day, it's a struggle In this world you know you have to hustle Just know that you're not alone You don't always have to be strong all by yourself (All by yourself) I said, it's okay to ask for help

I feel the dirt coating my lips, as my head is shoved into the ground. My ponytail now resembling some kind of bird nest. Decorated with leaves, sticks and god knows what else. I close my eyes, attempting to protect them. My head aches, as the pressure builds. His arm pushing down on the back of my neck. I wiggle and struggle under his hold. Thrashing around like a fish out of water. As I struggle all I can think about, is that man struggling as I strangled him. Stray tears fall down my check. As I bite my cheek trying to divert the pain. I try to get free, but it’s no use. I begin to pant, as I struggle to breath. Having my head buried in the dirt restricted the air flow enough as it was.

Nila stammered. *** Flights to the United States will be carried out and Criss has been seated assisted by passengers according to the flight passenger number. "The world is not as wide as a Moringa leaf, love is not as deep as the ocean and my heart almost shrinks feeling how narrow a woman I love is. It's so unfair to me, God, what trials are you giving me. It hurts so much to love unrequited." Criss said to himself.

The relentless struggle had unfolded for the past three hours, a grueling marathon of determination and resilience. Sweat dripped from every pore, staining the canvas of the fighters' efforts. The air hung heavy with the scent of exertion, a tangible reminder of the physical toll exacted by the protracted battle. Each breath expelled was a testament to the effort invested, the arena echoing with the rhythmic cadence of their collective struggle.

The clash of swords and the thunderous roar of cannons echoed through the battlefield, a symphony of chaos and destruction. Amidst the chaos, a glimmer of hope shone through. Our hoe, forged through countless trials and tribulations, proved to be our greatest strength. We stood shoulder to shoulder, a formidable force against the relentless onslaught of our enemies. Bound by a common purpose, we fought with hope and love, our hearts aflame with the desire to protect what we held dear. In the face of adversity, we found solace in each other's unwavering resolve.

Rain mingled with the sweat of their exertion, creating an eerie dance between the elements. Amidst the struggle, the balcony became a battleground for more than just physical dominance. It was a clash of wills, a collision of identities, and an intersection of fates. Niels, with her brute strength, sought to overpower Vanya, while Vanya, driven by her newfound resilience, fought to escape her grasp. ‌

This was not the typical light party performance; it was pained and heavy. Each split was opened and then forced to open a little bit more. As if each action took a toll on her body and soul. She would fall along the fabric and show how hard it was to climb back up. And then, like her effort meant nothing, she would go back down into another fall. It was a shout out to all who suffer and rise to try again. It was an ode to struggle. For an undetermined number of minutes, he didn't take his eyes off of her. Then he felt a bump against his shoulder, bringing him out of his daze.

Our struggle continues on the ground, primal and unyielding. I remain acutely aware of my movements, each strike and block a dance of survival. I feel the impact of my blows reverberate through my arm with each connection, but I push the pain aside. I’m aware of the places he hits me, yet it barely registers. All that matters is the fight, the struggle, and the burning desire to win.

Teeth clenched, I desperately tried to pull the unleashed energy back, to regain control. But the pressure persisted, an overwhelming force that threatened to consume me. I felt myself growing weaker with each p*ssing moment, the energy draining my strength like a relentless tide. Despite my best efforts, the struggle proved too much. Darkness surged in, and, overwhelmed, I succumbed to relentless pressure, and I collapsed down on the ground.

Streaks of rain trailed down my cracked glasses that hung loosely on my nose. Panting and stifling my moans, I dragged myself closer and closer to my mother’s grave. Perhaps it was the tears in my eyes, or perhaps it was the rainwater tracing its way down my face. The only sensation that wasn’t a struggle was feeling the coldness of the rain being absorbed against my feverish skin. My ribs hurt with every breath. ‘No matter how much of a struggle it is to breathe, you never stop breathing. Because you know the struggles are only temporary. What’s permanent is life that death has not yet kissed.’