Struggle Poems Novels & Stories

"Ada ni waye ma ma me je ki jiya (Creator, don't let me suffer), O to bi tabi okere ori Mi o fe (whether small or big, my head forbids it), Oshi o dara, Atobiju ma pin de o do Mi (Poverty is bad, most high don't let it be a part of my life), Ti iya nla ba gbeni shonle kekere a bori eni( If one is battling with a big problem, smaller problems would come knocking), Ki lafani ori ti ani ti ko gbeni? (What's the essence of a head that Can't save one?)

The clash of powers created a swirling vortex of energy, threatening to consume everything in its path. Struggling against the tremendous force, we pushed back with every ounce of strength, refusing to yield. Our bodies are strained, muscles burning with exertion. The energy around us surged and crackled, the clash of opposing forces creating an awe-inspiring spectacle. At that moment, time seemed to slow. The fate of our world hung precariously on the edge, a fragile balance between hope and despair. Sweat dripped down my brow as I mustered every ounce of determination, refusing to succumb to the overwhelming odds.

Before appearing of sun, little red orange colour water appear and on the end of water sun trying to shine more bright than ocean. Whole aroma was different, a competition between both of them made me thirst to know the winner but unfortunately I didn't get it as dhruv broke my concentration. David and khushi just came, David eagerly wanted to propose khushi but he was waiting for the right time, otherwise a true friendship broke like the price of a mirror. We can't attach them, useless and full from the pain of separation. Remains only a gulit who lets us think again about our steps every time.

I swim with all the strength that I could assimilate, the waves are breaking free and it is hard swimming in that direction. I noticed it pulled me from behind but I kept struggling. I can't give up because that will make me a loser! I won't allow it to take the victory crown again. And at some point, I started seeing the wave as my opponent. It was as if I was battling with it in human form. And the next thing, I found the wave forcefully pushing me toward the thin path. I struggle to fit in through that small thin way that could barely fit a person. I think that I am stuck!

“ NO… NO… PLEASE WAKE UP MY BROTHER. NO, YOU CAN'T LEAVE US LIKE THAT. PLEASE…” Out of the room, all were in trauma. Vihaan’s journey finished there and his dreams; this great life struggle journey stopped like that, he tried hard to save his wife and unborn three babies but that time those lives were also in danger; getting back his mother; that big liability which his father had ever asked his mother and he arranged it with lots of hard work; his mother freedom he failed to purchase.

Chapter 62 'In a harsh, cruel world where success is only measured by financial income, the higher moral values are ‎getting lost and forgotten. No one counts your efforts, good deeds, struggle, and giving unless if these ‎deeds make money. Money nowadays, unfortunately, is the fake God everyone follows. If you make ‎solid profits you are a human being worth respect, but if you are struggling and working so hard in life, ‎yet your struggle and good deeds don't make you the money you need, you only worth neglecting.‎ When your life is in turmoil and your soul appears to be lost hold your head up high and try to smile. When doors are closed others open up to sometimes yield better horizons. Th

Remember I'm right here in your heart~ Forever~ The words belted from me in as everywhere heard me. They all had their attention on me. By the end of the poem, I was struggling to stay upright. The strength in my legs was failing me and I wanted to collapse onto the muddied ground. The cold was seeping through underneath my skin and making a permanent home for itself within me. I would probably let it. Somewhere beyond the graves, a low sound rolled through the storm, so faint I almost mistook it for thunder.

someone choked out. Another let out a fractured cry, half rage, half disbelief as the ground refused to answer their resistance. Blades shifted uselessly in trapped hands. Bodies jerked, writhed, fought for even an inch of freedom that would not come. And still… They tried… Again and again. Desperation set in deeper with every failed movement, turning struggle into something sharper… something frantic. Breath came short, uneven, broken by the realization creeping in too slowly to stop it. The earth did not loosen. It responded to none of them.

" My love! Are you hurt? Remember! Don't leave without telling us anything. Also, didn't I tell you that don't talk to strangers!?" How to describe a heartache romantically? Agony of heart? How does a poet create beautiful poems of heartbreak? I don't know. Because it doesn't feel like Autumn's unwelcome wind or winter's unbearable cold. That pain is something indescribable. It doesn't suit any line of those poems. A stranger? Yes. I am the stranger here. But since I am a human too. Can't he be a little considered for my heart? Why is he so eager to break it like he is breaking some candy glass?