100 Poems about Courage to Inspire You

Courage is the ability to face fear, pain, or difficult situations with bravery and determination.

It is a quality that inspires us to overcome our obstacles, take risks, and stand up for what we believe in.

Courage comes in many forms, whether it’s the courage to speak up, face adversity, or fight for justice.

Poems about courage can inspire and uplift us in times of need, reminding us that we too have the strength to face our fears and overcome our challenges.

Let’s take a look at these courage poems!

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Best Poems about Courage

Classic poems about courage are the epitome of bravery and resilience, telling stories of heroes who have overcome insurmountable obstacles and emerged victorious. They inspire us to be our best selves and to never give up, no matter what challenges we face.

1. Still I Rise

       By Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

2. Keep Going

       By Edgar A. Guest

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must—but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up, though the pace seems slow—
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out—
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit—
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.

3. Invictus

       By William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

4. See It Through

       By Edgar A. Guest

When you’re up against a trouble,
Meet it squarely, face to face;
Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
Plant your feet and take a brace.
When it’s vain to try to dodge it,
Do the best that you can do;
You may fail, but you may conquer,
See it through!

Black may be the clouds about you
And your future may seem grim,
But don’t let your nerve desert you;
Keep yourself in fighting trim.
If the worst is bound to happen,
Spite of all that you can do,
Running from it will not save you,
See it through!

Even hope may seem but futile,
When with troubles you’re beset,
But remember you are facing
Just what other men have met.
You may fail, but fall still fighting;
Don’t give up, whate’er you do;
Eyes front, head high to the finish.
See it through!

5. It Couldn’t Be Done

       By Edgar A. Guest

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it!

Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it;”
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure,
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

6. Sympathy

       By Paul Laurence Dunbar

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting—
I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!

7. Defeat

       By Kahlil Gibran

Defeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness;
You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs,
And sweeter to my heart than all world-glory.

Defeat, my Defeat, my self-knowledge and my defiance,
Through you I know that I am yet young and swift of foot
And not to be trapped by withering laurels.
And in you I have found aloneness
And the joy of being shunned and scorned.

Defeat, my Defeat, my shining sword and shield,
In your eyes I have read
That to be enthroned is to be enslaved,
And to be understood is to be leveled down,
And to be grasped is but to reach one’s fullness
And like a ripe fruit to fall and be consumed.

Defeat, my Defeat, my bold companion,
You shall hear my songs and my cries and my silences,
And none but you shall speak to me of the beating of wings,
And urging of seas,
And of mountains that burn in the night,
And you alone shall climb my steep and rocky soul.

Defeat, my Defeat, my deathless courage,
You and I shall laugh together with the storm,
And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us,
And we shall stand in the sun with a will,
And we shall be dangerous.

8. The Monster

       By Olivia M Likens

Dear Anxiety,

When they ask me what I am afraid of,
I lie.

I can never expose you,
never tell the truth about you
for fear of speaking you into existence.
You are my punisher and my captor,
my tormentor, my torturer.
You are the little voice inside of my head
telling me bad, bad things to do to myself,
things I can’t talk about
for fear I’ll forget who I am and turn into you.

You tell me we are one and the same, but I am not you.
I would never hurt a child the way you have hurt me.
I would never tell a young girl she is unlovable,
or fat,
or ugly,
or crazy,
or worthless.

I would never tell her to carve ugly, terrible words into her body,
to hold a flame to her skin,
until she has burned herself so badly that the pain goes out like a light
and her nerves are dead,
just like she should be.

I don’t know why I listen to you
when you force me to my knees in front of the toilet.
When you send me running around the house in a panic,
searching in vain for a pencil sharpener I haven’t already dismantled.
When you tell me the closest to love
I will ever come is sending naked pictures of myself
to disgusting hunters of young prey.

But I am not afraid of them.
I am afraid of the shadows of my mind
of the twisted and warped reality I am living in.

And I scream, because it is all in my head.
I scream because none of it is real.
I scream because you are clawing your way up my throat,
stealing my voice, gouging out my eyes, eating away at the lining of my stomach,
turning my bones to jello and my hair to dust,
destroying, destroying, destroying, destroying, destroying, destroying.

ENOUGH.

I have had ENOUGH. I am not you.
I never was.
I never will be.
This is only a body, and you are only a feeling, and I will rise above.

I am above this, above you, above my thoughts, above it all.
And I will survive.
And I will love me.
And I will not let go.

Sincerely,
Olivia

9. Inner Strength

       By John P.

The Trials of Life
It’s only through mistakes we make
We learn where we went wrong.
It’s only when we’re far from home
We realize where we belong.

It’s only when we close our eyes
Our dreams seem clear and bright.
It’s only in our darkest hours
We truly see the light.

It’s only when we lose our way
We pray to the stars above.
It’s only through times of grief
We learn the true meaning of love.

It’s only when all hope seems lost
And our weary journey seems so far,
When all the world’s against you,
We learn how strong we really are.

All things are sent to try us.
We must strive and give our best.
I believe God is watching over us,
And he guides us in our que​st.

10. Praise With Grace

       By Rabab N. Hammoud

The Race of Life
When all the doors shut in your face,
Have faith and continue to praise.

When you can’t bear the thought of yesterday and dread tomorrow,
Carry on with grace.

If you’re the last one running,
Don’t look back or slow your pace.

Keep moving forward,
Disregard the pain and aches.

Life is difficult,
With many demons to chase.

Make them your accomplice
If that’s what you need to win the race.

The world has become a bitter place.
Don’t become disgraced.

When life pushes you face down,
Rise up and pray.

The judge is upstairs keeping track
Of what you’re carrying on your slate.

Live life in peace
And consume no hate.

So when you get to where you’re going,
It will be worth your wait.

11. A Wing and A Prayer

       By Michelle Butler

Under the wing of an angel, we feel protected.
Through prayers to God, we feel connected.

Peace is said to be offered on the wings of a dove.
Prayers can bring peace along with hope, faith, and love.

Wings of a jet plane provide a steady flight.
I pray you remain steady and strong through this fight.

Butterflies have wings to fly playfully free,
And free from this monster is what I pray you’ll soon be.

Birds spread their wings as they may leave their nest.
We’re spreading our prayers that you’ll always be blessed.

Go fight and win this battle you didn’t start.
On the wings of an angel and prayers from my heart.

12. My Dear Child

       By Betty Miller

Your Strength Will Guide You
If I could, I would remove all your fears
If I could, I would remove all your tears
If I could, I would make life painless
If I could, I would give you all your courage

Like a deck of cards; you must learn to deal with life as it is dealt
You must hold your chin up and walk tall
Let no one ever force you to be shorter than you really are
Stand tall, stand strong, and your strength will guide you

If I could, I would remove all your fears
If I could, I would remove all your tears
If I could, I would make life painless
If I could, I would give you all your courage

I will always be by your side even if you can’t see me
I will always be in your heart, even if you can’t feel me      
Listen in the wind and you will hear my whispers and feel my hand
Stand tall, stand strong, and your strength will guide you

If I could, I would remove all your fears
If I could, I would remove all your tears
If I could, I would make life painless
If I could, I would give you all your courage

My child, you are a very big part of me
I feel when you are sad, I hurt when you are hurt, and smile when you smile
As years move on and so will you
Remember my love, stand tall, stand strong, and your strength will guide you

13. Sometimes Life Is Hard

       By Kristin

Sometimes we see things that aren’t meant to be seen.
Sometimes things aren’t always as they seem.
Sometimes we need someone to call our own,
Especially when we’re alone.
Sometimes people just can’t understand
Why things get out of hand.
Sometimes life just isn’t fair,
Especially when people just don’t care.
And sometimes it’s hard to say
Why things have to be this way.
Sometimes it’s all you can do to get by,
Especially when dreams continue to die.
Sometimes it’s nice to sit in the rain,
Even to just relieve the pain.
And when we’ve had a really bad day,
Sometimes we just need to get away.
We never know what’s wrong without pain.
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same.

And sometimes when people get hurt,
Even the strongest ones may need comfort.

14. Heart Over Matter

       By Din Kriegsman

When your heart suddenly feels
light, excited, at ease.
When you feel like your heart just knows what to do
and your worries are far from your mind as are you.

You know that your mind will start chasing,
racing to hold down your heart.
After all, it is there to protect it,
ever from breaking apart.

But in order to keep your heart happy,
like a child, you must soften your hold.
You must let it run free for a while,
follow and see what unfolds.

Your heart is stronger than what you would think
and recovers at much greater speed,
so please just try, every once in a while,
to give it the freedom it needs.

Believe in your heart and embrace it,
and give it all that you’ve got.
Because whether it turns for the best or the worse,
you’ll be happy more often than not.

15. If You Stand for Nothing You Will Fall for Anything

       By Lydia Preston

Standing Up for What You Believe
A time has come
and it is now.
Will you take a stand
or bend your knee and bow?

Will you state your case?
Will you run this race
or turn in disgrace,
try to hide your face?

You’ve spoken the word,
and by many were heard.
Now what will you do
when it’s left up to you?

Will you act out your faith
in the midst of a trial?
Will you do what is right?
Will you put up a fight?

When you’re put at a cross-road,
what choice will you make?
Will you stand for the truth
for the Lord’s name sake?

Do what is right;
try not to lose sight.
make the right decision
amidst all the derision.

For when you’ve done all to stand,
take a hold of God’s hand.
he will lead you and guide you,
staying right there beside you.

Don’t try to please man
doing all that you can.
make time for the Lord;
you will reap a reward.

Be a blessing to others;
help your sisters and brothers.
Care for those in need.
Help multiply their seed.

Be gracious and faithful.
Be fair and be true,
looking not unto others.
Let the change come through you.

Inspirational Poems about Courage

These poems of courage and inspiration urge us to be brave and to take risks, reminding us that fear should never hold us back from achieving our dreams. They encourage us to step outside of our comfort zones and take our fears head-on.

1. Steadfast Heart

       By Anonymous

I’ve dreamed many dreams that never came true
I’ve seen them vanish at dawn,
But I have realized enough of my dreams, thank God,
To make me want to dream on.

I’ve prayed many prayers when no answer came,
Though I waited patient and long;
But answers have come to enough of my prayers
To make me keep praying on.

I’ve trusted many a friend who failed,
And left me to weep alone;
But I’ve found enough of my friends true blue,
To make me keep trusting on.

I’ve sown many seeds that fell by the way
For the birds to feed upon,
But I’ve held enough golden sheaves in my hands
To make me keep sowing on.

I’ve drained the cup of disappointment and pain
And gone many days without song;
But I’ve sipped enough nectar from the roses of life
To make me want to live on.

2. The End of the Rope

       By Margaret Nickerson Martin

When you’ve lost every vestige of hope
And you think you are beaten and done,
When you’ve come to the end of your rope,
Tie a knot in the end and hang on.

Have courage; for here is the dope;
When you stand with your back to the wall,
Though you’ve come to the end of your rope
Tie a knot in the end and hang on.

Don’t admit that life’s getting your goat
When your friends seem to all disappear,
When you’ve come to the end of your rope,
Tie a knot in the end and hang on.

3. Courage

       By Edgar A. Guest

Courage isn’t a brilliant dash,
A daring deed in a moment’s flash;
It isn’t an instantaneous thing
Born of despair with a sudden spring
It isn’t a creature of flickered hope
Or the final tug at a slipping rope;
But it’s something deep in the soul of man
That is working always to serve some plan.

Courage isn’t the last resort
In the work of life or the game of sport;
It isn’t a thing that a man can call
At some future time when he’s apt to fall;
If he hasn’t it now, he will have it not
When the strain is great and the pace is hot.
For who would strive for a distant goal
Must always have courage within his soul.

Courage isn’t a dazzling light
That flashes and passes away from sight;
It’s a slow, unwavering, ingrained trait
With the patience to work and the strength to wait.
It’s part of a man when his skies are blue,
It’s part of him when he has work to do.
The brave man never is freed of it.
He has it when there is no need of it.

Courage was never designed for show;
It isn’t a thing that can come and go;
It’s written in victory and defeat
And every trial a man may meet.
It’s part of his hours, his days and his years,
Back of his smiles and behind his tears.
Courage is more than a daring deed:
It’s the breath of life and a strong man’s creed.

4. A Different Kind of Hero

       By Heather Griffith

A hero to me is not just a person who died for their country
or went inside a burning building or stuff like that.
A hero to me is a single mother who survives every day by herself,
A teenager against all odds getting through life,
An alcoholic walking into a rehab center,
A father being not just a father
but a friend, caregiver, supporter, a brick wall for his kids.
A friend, who no matter what or how wrong you are,
stands up for you and takes your side.
A hero, who no matter how hard they are being hit or pushed or beat down,
no matter how bad they are emotionally or physically or psychologically,
they stand up and keep going.
They push through the pain of life, love, kids, work, school, drugs,
sports, parents, heartbreak, alcohol; that to me is a hero.
A person who isn’t just there, but is there living, breathing, and surviving.

5. The Beauty of a Tree

       By Gabbymac60

Being Strong in Adversity
Can there be anything more lovely
Than the beauty of a tree?
Her leaves shimmering in the wind,
Dancing so gracefully.

The strength of her mighty roots
That grows deep into the earth.
She’s weathered every stormy gale
For all that she is worth.

Standing tall, resilient
With her branches lifted high,
She refused to bow, to break or bend
But reaches upward to the sky.

The beauty of the strength within
As she held her head up high.
Her strong resilient spirit
Grew wings and learned to fly.

6. Miss Rosie

       By Lucille Clifton

when I watch you
wrapped up like garbage
sitting, surrounded by the smell
of too old potato peels
or
when I watch you
in your old man’s shoes
with the little toe cut out
sitting, waiting for your mind
like next week’s grocery
I say
when I watch you
you wet brown bag of a woman
who used to be the best looking gal in Georgia
used to be called the Georgia Rose
I stand up
through your destruction
I stand up

7. She Is Strong

       By Mary Ann Parks

At birth,
she was strong.

It was her
mother
who knew
that her
previously
pink and soft-edged
life
was about
to become
sharp,
red,
tangled in pain
and without
a guarantee.

But
she was strong,
and
even through
the
unkept
promises
and
the highs
and
the lows,
she stayed strong.

And
some nights,
her mother
sleeps
beside her
in a hospital.
Coming there
in confusion,
panting,
vomiting,
slipping away,
in an ambulance
or a helicopter,
with tubes
and needles
and anxiety,
panic,
terror,
then relief.
Always love.
Thinking,
“Why her?”
“Why us?”

And
as she finally
sleeps,
peacefully,
just as she did
as a baby,
and the adrenaline
fades away,
and the pain
gives way
to such beauty,
her mother
thinks to herself,
“Thank God,
she is strong.”

Short Poems about Courage

These poems are concise and to the point, packing a powerful punch in just a few words. They are perfect for when we need a quick boost of inspiration and encouragement.

1. Courage

       by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Carelessly over the plain away,
Where by the boldest man no path
Cut before thee thou canst discern,
Make for thyself a path!
Silence, loved one, my heart!
Cracking, let it not break!
Breaking, break not with thee!

2. Memorial Day

       by Annette Wynne

Is it enough to think to-day
Of all our brave, then put away
The thought until a year has sped?
Is this full honor for our dead?
Is it enough to sing a song
And deck a grave; and all year long
Forget the brave who died that we
Might keep our great land proud and free?
Full service needs a greater toll—
That we who live give heart and soul
To keep the land they died to save,
And be ourselves, in turn, the brave!

3. Courage Forever

       by John Bodwell Wood

What we do, let’s do with boldness;
What we know, let’s speak for aye!
And respect naught for its oldness
If it be not right to-day.
What is right, with will is power;
Truth is truth, and must prevail;
And true courage for an hour
Often is of great avail.
Naught is gained by coward groaning
Under each mishap and ill;
Give us men not always moaning—
Men of nerve and iron will.
Firmly stand to Freedom’s calling,
Battling to defend the right—
Fainting not though scenes appalling
Startle others timid sight.

4. To a Young Man

       by Edgar A. Guest

The great were once as you.
They whom men magnify to-day
Once groped and blundered on life’s way,
Were fearful of themselves, and thought
By magic was men’s greatness wrought.
They feared to try what they could do;
Yet Fame hath crowned with her success
The selfsame gifts that you possess.
The great were young as you,
Dreaming the very dreams you hold,
Longing yet fearing to be bold,
Doubting that they themselves possessed
The strength and skill for every test,
Uncertain of the truths they knew,
Not sure that they could stand to fate
With all the courage of the great.
Then came a day when they
Their first bold venture made,
Scorning to cry for aid.
They dared to stand to fight alone,
Took up the gauntlet life had thrown,
Charged full-front to the fray,
Mastered their fear of self, and then,
Learned that our great men are but men.

5. Courage

       by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

There is a courage, a majestic thing
That springs forth from the brow of pain, full-grown,
Minerva-like, and dares all dangers known,
And all the threatening future yet may bring;
Crowned with the helmet of great suffering,
Serene with that grand strength by martyrs shown,
When at the stake they die and make no moan,
And even as the flames leap up are heard to sing.
A courage so sublime and unafraid,
It wears its sorrows like a coat of mail;
And fate, the archer, passes by dismayed,
Knowing his best barbed arrows needs must fail
To pierce a soul so armored and arrayed
That death himself might look on it and quail.

6. How Did You Die?

       by Edmund Vance Cooke

Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn’t the fact that you’re hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?
You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what’s that!
Come up with a smiling face.
It’s nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there—that’s disgrace.
The harder you’re thrown, why the higher you bounce
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn’t the fact that you’re licked that counts;
It’s how did you fight and why?
And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could,
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he’s slow or spry,
It isn’t the fact that you’re dead that counts,
But only, how did you die?

7. Peace

       by Bliss Carman

The sleeping tarn is dark
Below the wooded hill.
Save for its homing sounds,
The twilit world grows still.
And I am left to muse
In grave-eyed mystery,
And watch the stars come out
As sandalled dusk goes by.
And now the light is gone,
The drowsy murmurs cease,
And through the still unknown
I wonder whence comes peace.
Then softly falls the word
Of one beyond a name,
“Peace only comes to him
Who guards his life from shame, —
“Who gives his heart to love,
And holding truth for guide,
Girds him with fearless strength,
That freedom may abide.”

8. Courage

       by Claude Mckay

O lonely heart so timid of approach,
Like the shy tropic flower that shuts its lips
To the faint touch of tender finger tips:
What is your word? What question would you broach?
Your lustrous-warm eyes are too sadly kind
To mask the meaning of your dreamy tale,
Your guarded life too exquisitely frail
Against the daggers of my warring mind.
There is no part of the unyielding earth,
Even bare rocks where the eagles build their nest,
Will give us undisturbed and friendly rest.
No dewfall softens this vast belt of dearth.
But in the socket-chiseled teeth of strife,
That gleam in serried files in all the lands,
We may join hungry, understanding hands,
And drink our share of ardent love and life.

9. Heroes of the “Titanic”

       by Henry Van Dyke

Honour the brave who sleep
Where the lost “Titanic” lies,
The men who knew what a man must do
When he looks Death in the eyes.
“Women and children first,”—
Ah strong and tender cry!
The sons whom women had borne and nursed,
Remembered,—and dared to die.
The boats crept off in the dark:
The great ship groaned: and then,—
O stars of the night, who saw that sight,
Bear witness, These were men!

Famous Poems about Courage

These courage poems by famous poets have risen beyond time, inspiring generations with their messages of bravery and resilience. They are classics that continue to resonate with us today.

1. How the Little Kite Learned to Fly

       by Anonymous

“I never can do it,” the little kite said,
As he looked at the others high over his head;
“I know I should fall if I tried to fly.”
“Try,” said the big kite; “only try!
Or I fear you never will learn at all.”
But the little kite said, “I’m afraid I’ll fall.”
The big kite nodded: “Ah well, goodby;
I’m off;” and he rose toward the tranquil sky.
Then the little kite’s paper stirred at the sight,
And trembling he shook himself free for flight.
First whirling and frightened, then braver grown,
Up, up he rose through the air alone,
Till the big kite looking down could see
The little one rising steadily.
Then how the little kite thrilled with pride,
As he sailed with the big kite side by side!
While far below he could see the ground,
And the boys like small spots moving round.
They rested high in the quiet air,
And only the birds and the clouds were there.
“Oh, how happy I am!” the little kite cried,
“And all because I was brave, and tried.”

2. Brave Hearts

       by Charles Swain

Brave hearts bend not so soon to care—
Firm minds uplift the load of fate;
They bear what others shrink to bear,
And boldly any doom await!
They rise above what would oppress
A weaker spirit to the ground;
And, though they feel no jot the less,
Their sorrows scorn to breathe a sound.
Oh! heroes have we still on earth,
Worth all the boasted blood of Rome;
And heroines, whose suffering worth
Lends grace to many a humble home.
Great hearts endurance cannot bend;
Nor daily care, nor trial, tame;
But these nor ask, nor gain, a friend—
Nor seek, nor ever find, a name!

3. Arnold Von Winkleried Winkelried at Sempach

       by James Montgomery

“Make way for liberty!” he cried,
Make way for liberty, and died.
In arms the Austrian phalanx stood,
A living wall, a human wood,—
A wall, where every conscious stone
Seemed to its kindred thousands grown.
A rampart all assaults to bear,
Till time to dust their frames should wear;
So still, so dense the Austrians stood,
A living wall, a human wood.

Impregnable their front appears,
All horrent with projected spears.
Whose polished points before them shine,
From flank to flank, one brilliant line,
Bright as the breakers’ splendours run
Along the billows to the sun.

Opposed to these a hovering band
Contended for their fatherland;
Peasants, whose new-found strength had broke
From manly necks the ignoble yoke,
And beat their fetters into swords,
On equal terms to fight their lords;
And what insurgent rage had gained,
In many a mortal fray maintained;
Marshalled, once more, at Freedom’s call,
They came to conquer or to fall,
Where he who conquered, he who fell,
Was deemed a dead or living Tell,
Such virtue had that patriot breathed,
So to the soil his soul bequeathed,
That wheresoe’er his arrows flew,
Heroes in his own likeness grew,
And warriors sprang from every sod,
Which his awakening footstep trod.

And now the work of life and death
Hung on the passing of a breath;
The fire of conflict burned within,
The battle trembled to begin;
Yet, while the Austrians held their ground,
Point for attack was nowhere found;
Where’er the impatient Switzers gazed,
The unbroken line of lances blazed;
That line ’twere suicide to meet,
And perish at their tyrant’s feet;
How could they rest within their graves,
And leave their homes, the homes of slaves!
Would not they feel their children tread,
With clanging chains, above their head?

It must not be; this day, this hour,
Annihilates the invader’s power;
All Switzerland is in the field;
She will not fly,—she cannot yield,—
She must not fall; her better fate
Here gives her an immortal date.
Few were the numbers she could boast,
But every freeman was a host,
And felt as ’twere a secret known
That one should turn the scale alone,
While each unto himself was he
On whose sole arm hung victory.

It did depend on one indeed;
Behold him,—Arnold Winkelried;
There sounds not to the trump of fame
The echo of a nobler name.
Unmarked he stood amid the throng,
In rumination deep and long,
Till you might see, with sudden grace,
The very thought come o’er his face;
And, by the motion of his form,
Anticipate the bursting storm,
And, by the uplifting of his brow,
Tell where the bolt would strike, and how.

But ’twas no sooner thought than done!
The field was in a moment won;
“Make way for liberty!” he cried,
Then ran, with arms extended wide,
As if his dearest friend to clasp;
Ten spears he swept within his grasp.
“Make way for liberty!” he cried.
Their keen points crossed from side to side;
He bowed amidst them like a tree,
And thus made way for liberty.

Swift to the breach his comrades fly,
“Make way for liberty!” they cry,
And through the Austrian phalanx dart,
As rushed the spears through Arnold’s heart.
While instantaneous as his fall,
Rout, ruin, panic, seized them all;
An earthquake could not overthrow
A city with a surer blow.

Thus Switzerland again was free;
Thus Death made way for Liberty!

4. Marco Bozzaris

       by Fitz-Greene Halleck

At midnight, in his guarded tent,
The Turk was dreaming of the hour
When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent,
Should tremble at his power.
In dreams, through camp and court he bore
The trophies of a conqueror;
In dreams, his song of triumph heard;
Then wore his monarch’s signet ring;
Then pressed that monarch’s throne—a king:
As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing,
As Eden’s garden bird.
At midnight, in the forest shades,
Bozzaris ranged his Suliote band,
True as the steel of their tried blades,
Heroes in heart and hand.
There had the Persian’s thousands stood,
There had the glad earth drunk their blood,
On old Plataea’s day:
And now there breathed that haunted air,
The sons of sires who conquered there,
With arms to strike, and soul to dare,
As quick, as far as they.
An hour passed on—the Turk awoke;
That bright dream was his last:
He woke—to hear his sentries shriek,
“To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!”
He woke—to die mid flame and smoke,
And shout, and groan, and saber stroke,
And death shots falling thick and fast
As lightnings from the mountain cloud;
And heard, with voice as trumpet loud,
Bozzaris cheer his band:
“Strike—till the last armed foe expires;
Strike—for your altars and your fires;
Strike—for the green graves of your sires;
God—and your native land!”
They fought—like brave men, long and well;
They piled that ground with Moslem slain;
They conquered—but Bozzaris fell,
Bleeding at every vein.
His few surviving comrades saw
His smile, when rang their proud hurrah,
And the red field was won:
Then saw in death his eyelids close
Calmly, as to a night’s repose,
Like flowers at set of sun.
Come to the bridal chamber, Death!
Come to the mother, when she feels
For the first time her firstborn’s breath;
Come when the blessed seals
That close the pestilence are broke,
And crowded cities wail its stroke;
Come in consumption’s ghastly form,
The earthquake’s shock, the ocean storm;
Come when the heart beats high and warm
With banquet song, and dance, and wine:
And thou art terrible—the tear,
The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier,
And all we know, or dream, or fear
Of agony, are thine.
But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds like a prophet’s word;
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of millions yet to be.
Bozzaris! with the storied brave
Greece nurtured in her glory’s time,
Rest thee—there is no prouder grave
Even in her own proud clime.
We tell thy doom without a sigh,
For thou art Freedom’s, now, and Fame’s.
One of the few, the immortal names,
That were not born to die.

5. Dare to Say No

       by Anonymous

Dear children, you are sometimes led
To sorrow, sin, and woe,
Because you have not courage quite,
And dare not answer, No.
When playmates tell you this, or that
Is “very nice to do,”
See first what mamma says, or if
You think ’tis wrong, say No.
Be always gentle, but be firm,
And wheresoe’er you go,
If you are asked to do what’s wrong,
Don’t fear to answer, No.
False friends may laugh and sneer at you,
Temptations round you flow,
But prove yourself both brave and true,
And firmly tell them, No.
Sometimes a thing that’s not a sin,
You might be asked to do,—
But when you think it is not best,
Don’t yield, but answer, No.
True friends will honor you the more,
Ah, yes, and false ones too,
When they have learned you’re not afraid
To stand and answer, No.
And when temptations rise within,
And plead to “come,” or “go,”
And do a wrong for “just this once”
Be sure you answer, No.
For when you once have done a Wrong,
The Right receives a blow,—
And Wrong will triumph easier now,
So haste and answer, No.
There’s many a little boy and girl,
And man and woman too,
Have gone to ruin and to death
For want of saying, No!
So, young or old, or great or small,
Don’t fail, whate’er you do,
To stand for Right and nobly dare
To speak an honest No.

6. The Swedish Wife

       by Henrietta Gould Rowe

The morning sun shines bright and clear,
Clear and cold, for winter is near,—
Winter, the chill and dread:
And the fire burns bright in the exile’s home,
With fagot of fir from the mountain’s dome,
While the children clamor for bread.
Against the wall stands the idle wheel,
Unfinished the thread upon the spindle and reel,
The empty cards are crost;
But nigh to the hearthstone sits the wife,
With cleaver and mallet,—so brave and so blithe,
She fears not famine or frost.
Fair and soft are her braided locks,
And the light in her blue eye merrily mocks
The shadow of want and fear,
As deftly, with fingers supple and strong,
She draws the glittering shave along,
O’er the slab of cedar near.
Neatly and close are the shingles laid,
Bound in a bunch,—then, undismayed,
The Swedish wife uprose:
“Be patient, my darlings,” she blithely said,
“I go to the town, and you shall have bread,
Ere the day has reached its close.”
Eight miles she trudged—’twas a weary way;
The road was rough, the sky grew gray
With the snow that sifted down;
Bent were her shoulders beneath their load,
But high was her heart, for love was the goad
That urged her on to the town.
Ere the sun went down was her promise kept,
The little ones feasted before they slept;
While the father, sick in bed,
Prayed softly, with tears and murmurs low,
That his household darlings might never know
A lack of their daily bread.

7. The Defence of the Alamo

       by Joaquin Miller

Santa Ana came storming, as a storm might come;
There was rumble of cannon; there was rattle of blade;
There was cavalry, infantry, bugle and drum—
Full seven thousand in pomp and parade.
The chivalry, flower of Mexico;
And a gaunt two hundred in the Alamo!
And thirty lay sick, and some were shot through;
For the siege had been bitter, and bloody, and long.
“Surrender, or die!”—”Men, what will you do?”
And Travis, great Travis, drew sword, quick and strong;
Drew a line at his feet….”Will you come?
Will you go?
I die with my wounded, in the Alamo.”
The Bowie gasped, “Lead me over that line!”
Then Crockett, one hand to the sick, one hand to his gun,
Crossed with him; then never a word or a sign
Till all, sick or well, all, all save but one,
One man. Then a woman stepped, praying, and slow
Across; to die at her post in the Alamo.
Then that one coward fled, in the night, in that night
When all men silently prayed and thought
Of home; of to-morrow; of God and the right,
Till dawn; and with dawn came Travis’s cannon-shot,
In answer to insolent Mexico,
From the old bell-tower of the Alamo.
Then came Santa Ana; a crescent of flame!
Then the red escalade; then the fight hand to hand;
Such an unequal fight as never had name
Since the Persian hordes butchered that doomed Spartan band.
All day—all day and all night; and the morning? so slow,
Through the battle smoke mantling the Alamo.
Now silence! Such silence! Two thousand lay dead
In a crescent outside! and within? Not a breath
Save the gasp of a woman, with gory gashed head,
All alone, all alone there, waiting for death;
And she but a nurse. Yet when shall we know
Another like this of the Alamo?
Shout “Victory, victory, victory ho!”
I say ‘t is not always to the hosts that win!
I say that the victory, high or low,
Is given the hero who grapples with sin,
Or legion or single; just asking to know
When duty fronts death in his Alamo.

8. No Coward Soul Is Mine

       by Emily Brontë

No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere
I see Heaven’s glories shine
And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear
O God within my breast
Almighty ever-present Deity
Life, that in me hast rest,
As I Undying Life, have power in Thee
Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain,
Worthless as withered weeds
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main
To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by thy infinity,
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of Immortality.
With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears
Though earth and moon were gone
And suns and universes ceased to be
And Thou wert left alone
Every Existence would exist in thee
There is not room for Death
Nor atom that his might could render void
Since thou art Being and Breath
And what thou art may never be destroyed.

Poems about Courage and Bravery

These poems about bravery and courage focus on the qualities that make a person brave, from their inner strength to their willingness to take risks. They inspire us to be courageous and to face our challenges with determination.

1. She Is Magic

       By Caroline White

She wildly dances
to the beat of her own heart
a strong and fearless protector,
she’s hauntingly beautiful
and dangerously smart.
Eyes filled with oceans
and a glimmer of pain,
but a soul with a compass
that points home
when it rains.
She’s visited darkness
and fought her way back
this girl is a warrior,
her spirit won’t crack.
A sense of humor to balance
how deep her heart bleeds,
she’s a radiant light,
that this dark world needs.
She is poised and she’s polished
but still can be rough,
she is one of a kind,
she is more than enough.

2. Stout Sprout

       By Hannah R. Soummers

Staying Strong and Growing Into A Beautiful Person
A sunflower will grow
With much beauty to show,
But the wind must blow,
Which brings the rain and the snow.

Shivering from the cold,
Waiting for her leaves to unfold.
Much too tender to hold,
Although all her petals are gold.

With roots in the ground,
She won’t make a sound.
She feels she could drown,
‘Til the sun comes around.

Standing strong with much height
And a little darkness from night,
She finds clarity in the light.
Growing taller, for that she will fight.

3. Warrior Girl

       By Jodi M. Kucera

Finding Your Strength in The Struggles
A match was struck that ignited the flame.
Now ashes and rubble are all that remain.

Defeated, she’s left standing alone,
As her soul cries out in wordless groans.

Clouds of smoke consume her, and tears cut her dusty face.
Her grief lay heavy like the smoky haze.

Singed and covered in embers and ash,
Evidence of her battles present and past.

Broken and weak she had grown tired,
And all she could see was the fire.

She had dreamed of being a warrior, but she was afraid,
And in this moment, herself she had betrayed.

And then off in the distance, a shadow among the dancing blaze,
Walking toward her, a woman, strong and brave.

A warrior, wielding a sword and her battle cry loud.
She ran into battle and confidently howled.

She would stop at nothing to help those in need,
For her roots of strength ran deep.

She was fearless and disciplined in patient determination,
And the girl was filled with awe and admiration.

She was the woman she prayed she would be.
Then the woman, seeing the girl, held her hand out and said, “Come with me.”

“Let me show you the strength you hope to find.
It’s not something that’s given but learned and refined.”

As she looked the warrior in the eyes, she noticed a familiarity,
And for the first time, the girl saw her battles with clarity.

The warrior woman was her all along.
Each battle she faced was only making her strong.

“These battles are the answer to what you have prayed,
For warriors aren’t born, they’re made.”

4. Don’t Give Up on Yourself

       By Katy A. Brown

Finding Yourself
I’m on my way.
They may ask me, “Where to?”
Well, that I cannot say…
For even I have no clue.

I know it’s rather far,
For it has to make me whole.
The road to the stars,
The path to my soul.

I must go alone,
But I’ll miss you all, believe me.
I must travel into the unknown,
I must sail all of the seas.

You see, I’ve lost something of mine.
It’s special and grand…
Magnificent in its design.
How I lost it is hard to understand.

What did I lose?
Well…I’m not exactly sure.
Please, my confusion you must excuse…
I just know I must find a cure.

I have a terrible disease,
The name of it escapes me.
But it stops your hair from blowing in the breeze.
It stops your heart from feeling free.

I think it’s called “Lack of Adventure,”
But correct me if I’m wrong.
That is why I must go on this venture,
For my very essence I must prolong.

I think I may have left my heart somewhere
Or the part of me that believes….
I’ll be back soon, I swear!
But for awhile, I must leave.

I know I’m on my way,
And though I may not know where
Myself I cannot betray…
For I know I’m somewhere out there.

5. Don’t Look Back

       By Judy

Just keep on walking,
A small voice said.
Don’t dare look back.
Look straight ahead.

Yes, so many things
Have changed.
Think they’d stay
As you arranged?

Be strong and brave.
Calm your fears.
Keep that chin up.
Dry your tears.

Yes, love hurt
And broke your heart.
Keep your head
And heart apart.

Don’t cry over
What you have had.
At least you had it.
Don’t be sad.

This will be tough,
But time will heal.
Perhaps a new life
Will then reveal.

You are not new
To this whole game.
You gave your best.
You’re not to blame.

The hardest thing
There is to do
Is love someone
Who does not love you.

So is it worth it?
What’s to gain
When you love someone
Who brings you pain?

Just walk away
And stand up tall.
Count your blessings,
One and all!

6. Can You See Me?

       By Beau Ehresman

Just because you don’t like what I am,
Just because you don’t like what I’ve become,
Just because you don’t like me,

I will not disappear, I will not run away
I am not gonna back down,
I am not weak.

No.

I am still here, here to stand tall,
Here to stand proud in the face of
Hate, pain, and anger.

I am forever strong, forever bound with
The power of peace and pride,
And no one can tear me down.

7. Laughter

       By Katie Lou

A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
A little bit of fear.

They say laughter is the best medicine
And that it’s ok to shed a tear.
Happiness is a great feeling,
And fear makes you stronger.

Enjoy the laughter,
Release the tears,
Embrace the happiness,
Forget the fears.

Enjoy every moment you get,
Regret NOTHING,
And always remember…Laugh!

8. Life’s Own Battle

       By Emma Jackson

Didn’t want a battle,
Yet you declared war,
Each knock you gave me made me stronger than before.
I will not give up,
I will not give in.
You won’t make me fall.
I won’t let you win.

9. Take A Step Back

       By Aaron Stone

Take a step back,
Learn how to breathe.
Take a step back
And just be.
Observe in silence.
Take things in.
Despite what’s goes on,
Trust what’s within.

10. The Man in The Mirror

       By Cristofer Rodriguez

Who is that man?
Staring back at me
Is he a part of my past?
Or who I am destined to be?

And this wretched soul
Who stands before my eyes
When I am hurt deeply
Is it him or me that cries?

Do we share each other’s thoughts?
Are we one and the same?
And when I harm others
Which one of us is to blame?

Does he see me as well?
Does he know my soul?
Does he cry when he sees
It is nothing more than a black hole?

Reflection against a reflection
Like brother against brother
But which one is me?
And which one is the other?

11. Climb Every Mountain

       By Eric R. Harvey

Overcoming Obstacles
We all have a massive mountain to climb,
Especially those who’ve lost someone dear.
But climb that big mountain, we surely must,
If we are going to overcome fear.

Everyone’s got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each step on that rocky, dangerous climb
Gets you nearer to an inner stillness.

Each of us have a big mountain to climb.
It might well be just a family rift,
But you must begin to climb that mountain
Because families are a God given gift.

Everyone’s got their own mountain to climb.
It could be something you just can’t accept,
But you must sort it out, make it good now,
Or you’ll never take that first tiny step.

We all have a great big mountain to climb.
We walk the same path that our fathers trod,
But when you’ve ascended and reached the top,
Then surely, you will be nearer to your God.

12. Exhale Anxiety

       By Raquel Franco

I send anxiety
a cease and desist letter.
I close her mouth.
Unbind her gnawing disquiet,
slow my train track heart.
I manifest settle,
a steady river in my veins.
I proclaim calm,
a relentless hymn on my tongue.
I end the riot in my chest
and exhale.

13. Journey of Life

       By Chitra Rao

Life is a long-distance journey
With ups and downs,
Twist and turns,
With sad and happy moments.
It begins with a single step.

Never become a coward in life;
Face the problems with strong determination,
With a smile on your lips.
Be brave and courageous in life.
Set your aim with a strong mindset.
Hope for the best and reach your goal.

Be an optimist and see the positive side of life.
Keep smiling.
Do not miss any opportunity.
Grab all those you get and move on the path of success,
As life is a long race that begins with a single step.

14. Time to Stop Struggling

       By Tanya

Life is unfair; sometimes the misery we can’t bear.
This was a feeling I could never share.
I am strong, strong enough to move on from this pain.
I won’t feel the shame; my life is not a game.
Tired of these tears and my fears,
I will cherish my inspirations.
I will find my dream, I promise; that’s what I will achieve.
I will find a way to leave.
I’m not who you will deceive.
I believe in miracles; these people laugh like it’s hysterical.
I won’t fall; I may be lost, but I will be found.
One day I will find the perfect life; life will run beautifully,
I will fly like a butterfly through the night, will have a pleasant sight.
Afraid but I will fight.
No boundaries, free my mind of all the pressure.
Leaving here will be my pleasure.
I want so much to be free; so much I want to see.
I want to reach the sky; I want so badly to fly.
See, I used to be a fool when I let you treat me cruel.
I made a mistake, but I won’t let myself break.
Leave me, for God’s sake.
So now I kneel down to pray.
For these times of struggle I will just say,
I’ll leave in your hands, God. I will let go.

15. Have Courage

       By Helen Grandison

Life is full of surprises,
here, there and everywhere,
You never know where you will end up
or who you will end up with.
You just have to trust your faith and keep God close.

Never say never, ’cause you know you can do it,
Never say later; do it right now.
Never let people bring you down.
They will do anything to watch you fall,
so keep your head up and your heart strong,
and then, my dear, you can never go wrong.

Poems about Courage and Resilience

These poems on resilience and courage celebrate the human spirit and our ability to bounce back from adversity. They remind us that we are stronger than we think and that we have the resilience to overcome even the toughest challenges.

1. Good Timber

       by Douglas Malloch

The tree that never had to fight
For sun and sky and air and light,
But stood out in the open plain
And always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king
But lived and died a scrubby thing.
The man who never had to toil
To gain and farm his patch of soil,
Who never had to win his share
Of sun and sky and light and air,
Never became a manly man
But lived and died as he began.
Good timber does not grow with ease,
The stronger wind, the stronger trees,
The further sky, the greater length,
The more the storm, the more the strength.
By sun and cold, by rain and snow,
In trees and men, good timbers grow.
Where thickest lies the forest growth
We find the patriarchs of both.
And they hold counsel with the stars
Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife.
This is the common law of life.

2. Still Here

       by Langston Hughes

I been scarred and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,
Looks like between ’em they done
Tried to make me
Stop laughin’, stop lovin’, stop livin’–
But I don’t care!
I’m still here!

3. Hope Is the Thing With Feathers

       by Emily Dickinson

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

4. Life is Fine

       by Langston Hughes

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.
I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t a-been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.
But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!
I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.
I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t a-been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.
But it was High up there! It was high!
So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love—
But for livin’ I was born
Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry—
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.
Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

5. If

       by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
A pack of climbers ascends a mountain.

6. Secret of Happiness

       by Navdeep Babbar

When sadness fills your heart,
When tears make you fall apart,
When it’s gloomy all around,
When you hear a silent killing sound,
When love loses its meaning,
When you always end up screaming,
When hope is lost and faith is shattered,
When you have lost every battle that mattered,
That is gifted time in life
Because God is with you when you struggle and strife.
Don’t let it go, for there’s much you may learn
‘Cause happiness is gained only when you yearn.
This dark night will soon end in day.
We will laugh again and play.
Spring will come very soon.
Our fate will again shine like moon.
Hopes dashed to the ground will again be honored and crowned.
Desire left alone will never be drowned.
The dazzling light from above will fall on us.
It will begin the process of all sorrow minus and all joys plus.
He’ll say life is waiting for you.
Angels and love are in your crew.
Now don’t ever shed a single tear
‘Cause I’ll always be there.

7. The Rose That Grew From Concrete

       by Tupac Shakur

Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature’s law is wrong it
learned to walk without having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.

8. Mushrooms

       by Sylvia Plath

Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly
Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.
Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.
Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,
Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,
Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We
Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking
Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!
We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,
Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:
We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot’s in the door.

Poems about Courage and Strength

These poems about strength and courage remind us of the power of strength, both physical and emotional. They inspire us to tap into our inner strength and use it to overcome our obstacles.

1. Strength Is

       by Edward Evertt Hale

Strength is success.
Strength to be,
Strength to do,
Strength to love,
Strength to live.
It is not happiness,
It is not amusement,
It is not content.
These will come
But they are not the object.

2. Look Forward

       by C. G. Ames

We must “look forward and not backward;”
We must learn the grace of self-forgiveness.

If we sit and brood over our weaknesses,
Over the waywardness and the wanderings of
Heart and life that have made our path so crooked

If we dwell on our mistakes, follies, and sins
All strength will go out of us,

And we shall sink in a
Bottomless abyss of despair.

3. Be Strong

       By Maltbie D. Babcock

Be Strong!
We are not here to play, to dream, to drift.
We have hard work to do, and loads to lift.
Shun not the struggle; face it. ‘Tis God’s gift.

Be Strong!
Say not the days are evil – Who’s to blame?
And fold the hands and acquiesce – O shame!
Stand up, speak out, and bravely, in God’s name.

Be Strong!
It matters not how deep intrenched the wrong,
How hard the battle goes, the day how long,
Faint not, fight on! Tomorrow comes the song!

4. Three Words of Strength

       by Friedrich Schiller

There are three lessons I would write
Three words as with a burning pen,
In tracings of eternal light
Upon the hearts of men.

Have Hope. Though clouds environ round
And gladness hides her face in scorn,
Put off the shadow from thy brow
No night but hath its morn.

Have Faith. Where’er thy bark is driven
The claims disport, the tempest’s mirth
Know this: God rules the hosts of heaven,
The inhabitants of earth.

Have Love. Not love alone for one;
But man, as man, thy brother call;
And scatter, like the circling sun,
Thy charities on all.

Thus grave these lessons on thy soul
Hope, Faith and Love, and thou shalt find
Strength, when life’s surges rudest roll.
Light, when thou else were blind.

5. Whatever Happens

       by M. Aurelius

Whatever happens,
either you have strength to bear it,
or you have not.

If you have, exert your nature,
And never murmur at the matter.

But if the weight is too heavy for you,
Do not complain; it will crush you,
And then destroy itself.

And here you are to remember
That to think a thing tolerable
And endurable is the way to make it so.

6. Strength

       By Mrs. M. A. Kidder

Strength for to-day is all that we need,
As there will never be a to-morrow;
For to-morrow will prove but another to-day,
With its measure of joy and sorrow.

Then why forecast the trials of life
With much sad and grave persistence.
And wait and watch for a crowd of ills
That as yet have no existence?

Strength for to- day; what a precious boon
For earnest souls who labor
For the willing hands that minister
To the needy friend and neighbour.

Strength for to-day, that the weary hearts
In the battle for right may quail not,
And the eyes bedimmed by bitter tears
In their search for life may quail not

Strength for to-day, on the down-hill track,
For the travelers near the valley,
That up, far up, the other side
Ere long they may safely rally.

Strength for to-day-that our precious youth
May happily shun temptation,
And build, from the rise to the set of the sun,
On a strong and sure foundation.

Strength for to-day, in house and home
To practise forbearance sweetly;
To scatter kind words and loving deeds,
Still trusting in God completely.


Strength for to-day is all that we need,
As there never will be a to-morrow;
For to-morrow will prove but another to-day.
With its measure of joy and sorrow.

7. Grant Me

       By Edgar A. Guest

Grant me, 0 Lord, the strength today
For every task which comes my way.
Cover my eyes and make me blind
To petty faults I should not find.

Open my eyes and let me see
The friend my neighbor tries to be.
Teach me; when duty seems severe,
To see my purpose shining clear.

Let me at noon time rest content
The half-day bravely lived and spent.
And when the night slips down, let me
Unstained and undishonored be.

Grant me to live this one day through
Up to the best that I can do.

8. Aspiration and Energy

       by J. R. Miller

Each one’s battle must be a personal one.
We may decline the struggle,
But it will be declining also the joy of victory.

No one can reach the summit without climbing
The steep mountain-path.
We cannot be borne up on any strong shoulder.
No one, not even God, can carry us up.

Heaven does not put features of beauty into our lives
As the jeweller sets gems in clusters in a coronet.
The unlovely elements are not removed and replaced
By lovely ones like slides in the stereopticon.

Each must win his way through struggles
And efforts to all noble attainments.
The help of God is given only in co-operation with
Human aspiration and energy.

9. Deepen Thy Roots

       by J. Sharp

Force not thy upward growth, but first of all
Deepen thy roots, then may’st thou well sustain
The rays of sunlight that upon thee fall,
And, without withering, all thy strength retain.
Plants that have little else but leaf and flower,
However bright their hue, live but their little hour.

10. I Pray for Strength

       by William C. Richards

I pray for strength, O God!
To bear all loads that on my shoulders press
Of Thy directing or Thy chastening rod,
Lest from their growing stress
My spirit sinks in utter helplessness.

I pray for strength to run
In duty’s narrowest paths, nor turn aside
In broader ways that glow in Pleasure’s sun,
Lest I grow satisfied,
Where Thou, from me, Thy smiling face must hide.

I pray for strength to wait,
Submissive, when I cannot see my way;
Or, if my feet would haste, some close-barred gate
Bids my hot zeal delay,
Or, to some by-path, turns their steps astray.

I pray for strength to live
To all Life’s noble ends, prompt, just and true,
Myself, my service, unto all to give,
And giving, yet renew
My store for bounty, all life’s journey through.

I pray, O God, for strength,
When, as Life’s love and labors find surcease,
Cares, crosses, burdens, to lay down at length,
And so, with joy’s increase,
To die, if not in triumph, in Thy peace.

11. Strength

       By W. T. Field

Be strong today; the world needs men
Of nerve and muscle, heart and brain,
To war for truth and conquer wrong.
The fight is on; the foes combine;
The order passes down the line,
“Quit you like men; be strong.”

Be strong; the world hath also need
Of feet to ache and hearts to bleed;
Burdens there are to bear along;
But, though the end, we may not see,
‘Tis not the meanest destiny
To bear and to be strong.

Be strong, but not in self. Go whence
The breathings of Omnipotence
Shall sweep the nerve-strings full and long,
And from their impulse shall arise
Those deep, celestial harmonies
That comfort and make strong.

And patience, too, must come to rest
Within the striving, throbbing breast
That thinks tomorrow all too long,
Thus filling out in breadth and length
The perfect character – for strength
Unbridled is not strong.

Yes, right must win, since God is just;
Our hardest lesson is to trust,
But his great plan still moves along
Today is but the chrysalis
That holds tomorrow; feeling this,
Be patient and be strong.

Each hath his mission. If it be
My lot to toil, but not to see
The fruits which to my toil belong,
I know One whose all-seeing eye
My humblest task shall glorify,
And he shall make me strong.

12. Little Things

       By Ellen P. Allerton

We call him strong who stands unmoved –
Calm as some tempest-beaten rock –
When some great trouble hurls its shock;
We say of him, “His strength is proved”:
But when the spent storm folds its wings,
How bears he then life’s little things?

We call him great that does some deed
That echo bears from shore to shore –
Does that, and then does nothing more;
Yet would his work earn richer meed,
When brought before the King of kings,
Were he but great in little things.

We closely guard our castle gates
When great temptations loudly knock;
Draw every bolt, clinch every lock,
And sternly fold our bars and gates;
Yet some small door wide open swings
At the sly touch of little things.

But what is life? Drops make the sea;
And petty cares and small events
Small causes and small consequents,
Make up the sum for you and me;
Then, oh, for strength to meet the stings,
That arm the points of little things!

13. Character

       by William Wordsworth

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.

There’s weakness, and strength both redundant and vain;
Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain
Could pierce through a temper that’s soft to disease,
Would be rational peace–a philosopher’s ease.

There’s indifference, alike when he fails or succeeds,
And attention full ten times as much as there needs;
Pride where there’s no envy, there’s so much of joy;
And mildness, and spirit both forward and coy.

There’s freedom, and sometimes a diffident stare
Of shame scarcely seeming to know that she’s there,
There’s virtue, the title it surely may claim,
Yet wants heaven knows what to be worthy the name.

This picture from nature may seem to depart,
Yet the Man would at once run away with your heart;
And I for five centuries right gladly would be
Such an odd such a kind happy creature as he.

14. Give Me Strength

       by Rabindranath Tagore

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.
Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.
Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might.
Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.
And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.

15. As an Unperfect Actor on The Stage

       by William Shakespeare

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,
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love’s rite,
And in mine own love’s strength seem to decay,
O’ercharged with burden of mine own love’s might.
O, let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more hath more expressed.
O, learn to read what silent love hath writ,
To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.

16. Naming of Parts

       by Henry Reed

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
Glistens likecoral in all the neighboring gardens,
And today we have naming of parts.

This is the lower sling swivel. and this
Is the upper sling swivel, whose use you will see,
When you are given your slings. and this is the piling swivel,
Which in your case you have not got. The branches
Hold in the gardens their silent, eloquent gestures,
Which in our case we have not got.

This is the safety-catch, which is always released
With an easy flick of the thumb. and please do not let me
See anyone using his finger. You can do it quite easy
If you have any strength in your thumb. The blossoms
Are fragile and motionless, never letting anyone see
Any of them using their finger.

And this you can see is the bolt. The purpose of this
Is to open the breech, as you see. We can slide it
Rapidly backwards and forwards: we call this
Easing the spring. and rapidly backwards and forwards
The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers:
They call it easing the Spring.

They call it easing the Spring: it is perfectly easy
If you have any strength in your thumb: like the bolt,
And the breech, the cocking-piece, and the point of balance,
Which in our case we have not got; and the almond blossom
Silent in all of the gardens and the bees going backwards and forwards,
For today we have the naming of parts.

17. To Sleep

       by John Keats

O SOFT embalmer of the still midnight!
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas’d eyes, embower’d from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine;
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close,
In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes.
Or wait the Amen, ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities;
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;
Save me from curious conscience, that still hoards
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed casket of my soul.

18. A Poem of Peace and Strength

       by Indira Babbellapati

That which allows one
To stay put amidst chaos
That’s peace

That which makes one stand
And walk straight in pain
That’s strength!

Where there’s peace
There lies strength!

Poems about Courage and Hope

These poems about hope and courage inspire us to never give up, even in the face of adversity. They remind us that there is always hope and that we can overcome our challenges if we stay strong and persevere.

1. Finding A Will When Wanting to Quit

       By Tyquan L. Norwood

Where There’s A Will, There’s A Way
Times will get rough and sometimes tough,
Where you may say that you have had enough,
Where you may fall and need a lift,
Where the hurt of your pains may leave you stiff.
When all things may seem to go wrong,
Just pick up some faith and carry on,
Because you may never know how close you’ve come to be,
To reach the throne of victory.
There has been some time that passed,
That many thought they could not last.
But with a mighty blow they’ve come to see,
That they had made history.
When you may feel that there is nothing that you can do,
Here is something you can refer to.
As some people say, “Where there is a will, there’s a way.”
With this being said, I feel a brighter day,
One without hurt, one without sorrow,
One with a brighter tomorrow.
So, in the fight, you may get knocked down,
But get back up without a frown,
Because it’s when you’re hardest hit
That you must say that you will not quit.
So push on harder and hear me when I say,
“Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

2. Seeking Peace

       By Evette Lucille Subramoney

I am broken,
Shattered into irreparable pieces.
Who is going to save me?
When will all of this cease?

Look into my eyes,
The vacant stares of struggle.
My mind is clouded
Such that I cannot see beyond the trouble…

I’m falling deeper into the pit of misery.
Please help me; I cannot do this alone.
Too many losses, disappointments, and unfilled expectations…

But I’m destined to fight on my own,
Find the strength and vigor within me,
To elude my past, live in the present, and conquer my future.

3. Why Try?

       By Deanna Ziebarth

Try to Get Through It Poem
Imagine a time…
when everything was absolutely right.

When you looked forward to
waking up the next day.

When you actually slept through the night.
When you finally felt peace.
That everything is going to be alright.

When all of a sudden your
dreams, your hopes, and strength
are gone forever.

All you want to do is scream,
“Please God, tell me it’s a dream!”
 
When you wake in the morning
to realize it’s reality.

You try to fight the finality.
You need just a little bit of normality.

You try not to think of “Why?”
all you do is cry.

You try to be angry with God
but end up angry at yourself.

“Why didn’t I just stay home that day?”
“Why can’t anything ever go my way?”

You crawl out of bed.
Decide to give life another whirl.

You reach out.
Some reach back.
Some don’t even call back.

Just when you thought you had no more to lose.
You do.

These people you thought to be friends just wanted you to use.

So you lay back down, just wanting to snooze, thinking why me?
Is it how I choose?

You begin to give up.
You don’t see a reason any longer
to even wake up.

Then all of a sudden you hear
the sound of the phone ring or
a knock on the door.

Someone there to tell you not to give up,
you’re worth so much more.

You begin to cry while this other person
is wondering why.

You try to say,
“Thank you for being my friend today.
If it weren’t for you I would’ve given up
and died.”

You now know the answer of “Why.”

It’s to remind you
to never give up
and to always try.

Now when I cry I know and don’t ask why.

I get out of bed and again I try.

4. Hearts Are Resilient

       By Liz Newman

Hearts are delicate
yet incredibly resilient.
They break and break open,
yet they beat
and brave the pain.
They’re filled
to overflowing
only to be poured out
day after day.
And yet, they remain.
They fight. and they remain.
You fight. and you remain.

5. It Takes a Certain Courage

       By S.C. Lourie

It takes a certain courage:
Just to be,
to fight for your happiness
and sense of calm in this world,
to get out of bed and meet the day,
to choose to be openminded
rather than clinging to your beliefs,
to set boundaries,
to say yes,
to say no,
to try again.

You are made of that kind of courage.
Chin up buttercup and go make some
beautiful moments with your bravery.

Poems about Courage and Determination

These poems about courage and perseverance celebrate the qualities that make a person determined, from their perseverance to their unwavering focus. They inspire us to stay the course and never give up on our goals.

1. Memories

       By Carley.Ruggles

Moving Beyond Bad Memories
Memories, memories
I have had.
Some were good, though most were bad.
Physical and sexual abuse occurred
And madness and sadness reoccurred.
I feel as though I’m on display as the messed up school girl here to stay,
but they will never know
how I will grow
and be someone someday.
So look at me in dismay
and you discourage me for the last time today.

2. Road to Nowhere

       By Mary E Bone

Taking A Chance On Something New
I like to blaze new trails
on the road to nowhere.
On a journey through time,
there are new vistas to behold
off the beaten path.
The scenery is fantastic,
as I soak up the sun-
thirsting for adventure.

3. Your Bravery

       By Harpreet M. Dayal

You Have Come So Far
You have come so far,
trekked forward
shedding layers of
everything that
held you back.
Remember,
no one can ever
take your journey,
your bravery
away from you.

Poems about Courage and Love

These poems of courage and love explore the relationship between courage and love, showing how love can inspire us to be brave and to take risks. They remind us that love can give us the courage we need to face our fears and overcome our challenges.

1. Retreat to Heed Our Honest Deeds

       by Robert Lindley

Two old oak trees weathered by winds and rain
with fallen leaves, branches and toughened bark
to shield a core of grandeur, and sustain
the wisdom borne to see the light from dark.
Two noble men aware of twilight time
both face evil world with courage and grace
Love and Nature gifts each, a life sublime
all standing with courage none can erase.
Each rooted within mother earth’s great fold
weathering this world’s darkest raging storms
images show lives lived regally and bold
tho’ existing in weakened earthen forms.
With words of wisdom written in our seeds
we seek retreat to heed our honest deeds.

2. My Heart Is Meant for You

       by Tim Smith

Lights dimmed in a cool marbled hall
a solitary candle flickers
soft chamber music echoes
and my thoughts turn to You
down on my knees
memories come as love has gone
how many times have I begged
to have a heart to hold
a bond to build
an angel to adore
Again I beg for the courage
the strength to carry on
to lead
to live
to love
unconditionally
A bright ray of sunshine
filters through the stained glass window
illuminating your image
heartaches soothe as I take in your essence
and I know
my heart is meant for You

3. A Warrior for Love

       by Arturo Michael

I’m a Warrior
Don’t bleed of fear
Armed and ready for battle
Anytime Anywhere
Don’t look for trouble
But if trouble be
Skies of lightning and thunder
Strike my enemies
Am a Warrior
No one’s too Big
To be cut down and defeated
By Grace of GOD they will
I’m the Warrior
Its win, Win or Die
Stand up for LOVE be not afraid…
Raise Swords up high

4. Roar

       by Sunshine Shine

Just because she roars
Doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel
You don’t know her ordeal
Stop and think before you squeall
You don’t know what she has to conceal
You couldn’t possibly know how she feels

She hasn’t made any deals
She tries to be real
And Before you appeal
You should love her enough to let her heal

Poems about Courage for Middle School

Poems about courage for middle school offer a more in-depth understanding of this spirit of resilience and bravery that middle school children can understand.

1. To A Young Artist

       by Robinson Jeffers

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,
Good to be hurt, who can be healed afterward: but
you that have whetted consciousness
Too bitter an edge, too keenly daring,
So that the color of a leaf can make you tremble
and your own thoughts like harriers
Tear the live mind: were your bones mountains,
Your blood rivers to endure it? and all that labor
of discipline labors to death.
Delight is exquisite, pain is more present;
You have sold the armor, you have bought shining
with burning, one should be stronger than
strength
To fight baresark in the stabbing field
In the rage of the stars: I tell you unconsciousness
is the treasure, the tower, the fortress;
Referred to that one may live anything;
The temple and the tower: poor dancer on the flints
and shards in the temple porches, turn home.

2. Women of Courage

       by Kathy L. Goings

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
They are Christians, towers of strength.
They are women who put Jesus first in life
Show’ ring His love on all those they greet. Women with losses, women who love,
Whose strength and whose courage comes from above,
Whether they’re mothers; or loving Aunties,
It’s plain to see Jesus’ love shines through them. REFRAIN: They are women, women of courage
They are Christians, towers of strength.
They are women who put Jesus first in life
Show’ring His love on all those they greet. Women I work with, women I know,
Whether at church, or other places I go.
Women whose spirits are battered by pain,
But Christ lifts them up, and they go on again. REFRAIN: They are women, women of courage
They are Christians, towers of strength.
They are women who put Jesus first in life
Show’ring His love on all those they greet.

3. I Will Be Worthy of It

       by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

It
I may not reach the heights I seek,
My untried strength may fail me;
Or, halfway up the mountain peak
Fierce tempests may assail me.
But though that place I never gain,
Herein lies the comfort for my pain
I will be worthy of it.

I may not triumph in success,
Despite my earnest labour;
I may not grasp results that bless
The efforts of my neighbour.
But though my goal I never see,
This thought shall always dwell with me
I will be worthy of it.

The golden glory of Love’s light
May never fall on my way;
My path may always lead through night,
Like some deserted by-way.
But though life’s dearest joy I miss,
There lies a nameless strength in this
I will be worthy of it.

4. A Strong Woman Vs. A Woman of Strength

       by Luke Easter

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.

A strong woman claims she isn’t afraid of anything,
Looking forward to challenges each day will bring,
Women of strength show courage in the midst of fear,
Declaring triumph through faith because God is near.

Strong women won’t let anyone get the best of them,
So skilled in defenses even if they have to pretend,
Yet a woman of strength gives her best to everyone,
And even on a cloud filled day still bright as the sun.

A strong woman relies on the physical attributes making her tough,
In her search for power and money she will never have enough,
A woman of strength understands that it’s not about material stuff,
Knowing that before becoming a diamond first she’ll be in the rough.

A strong woman sometimes disguises her feelings shadowed by clouds,
Unhinged when challenged on her policy becoming boisterous and loud,
A woman of strength concerns herself not with judgment from others,
And will not let business interfere with commitments as a wife and mother.

A strong woman is easily impatient back and forth she will begin to pace,
Counting on her holier than thou attitude instead of depending on faith,
A woman of strength is assured trust in God will always carry her through,
And at the Creator’s appointed time she’ll receive all that is justly due.

A strong woman makes mistakes and avoids the same for tomorrow,
Refusing to take time looking back with reverence and Godly sorrow,
The woman of strength realizes life’s mistakes no matter how slim,
While thanking God for the blessings as she capitalizes on them.

A strong woman walks head first with no doubt in her mind,
No matter what, she’ll not make this mistake a second time,
But a woman of strength knows God will catch her when she falls,
So when a situation arises again, she’s not afraid to answer the call.

A strong woman wears the look of confidence on her face,
Always doing whatever it takes to finish, seeking only first place,
The woman of strength competes with an emotional sense of grace,
Understanding it’s more important to run a Holy Spirit filled race.

A strong woman has faith that for the journey she’ll have enough,
No matter how uneven the terrain or roads being rocky and rough,
A woman of strength knows it’s in the journey she will become strong,
And the love of God is forever with her, no matter how difficult or long.

A strong woman when uninformed thinks that she is being mistreated,
In the end her physical attributes fail causing doubt to become seeded,
A woman of strength will compromise as a little give and take is needed,
Why? Because a lesson not learned the first time is soon to be repeated.

Ladies start everyday on your knees with supplication & prayer,
Trust and believe that God will always get you from here to there,
And should your giant steps seem to be moving only inch by inch,
The journey is not as A Strong Woman but A Woman of Strength.

Realize his-story is not the preverbal or only meaning of the word history,
Read the poem titled, ‘Women Preachers & Pastors in The Ministry? ‘
This male chauvinistic attitude’s deceitfully titled, ‘The Same Old Song, ‘
No wonder society thinks a woman can’t compete & this is totally wrong.

Difference between farther & further,1 is distance,1 is to understand,
Where Motherhood is instinctive however it has to be learned by man,
A woman carries a life form up to & maybe more than 9 months long,
Man can’t stand to be with a crying for baby 2 hours and he is strong?

It is thousands of years later, man still cries, ‘first the woman was deceived, ‘
As Adam looked at God and said, ‘it was that woman you gave me’ oh Eve?
It always happens that when things go wrong we are quick to pass the blame?
Sin didn’t manifest till Adam ate the fruit as well but he put it on Eve’s name.

Every woman is a catalyst for any little girl to become the same,
So the question is what will be the consequences from her name?
Strong relays an outward appearance yet under pressure it cracks,
And only through strength will she be able to withstand the attack.

Girls beware, because the road traveled is both winding and long,
And for this very reason you will surely have to more than strong,
This should inform you that an arduous trek is measured in length,
The main reason it takes intestinal fortitude only found in strength.

Now for an excellent example relaying exactly what we mean,
The United States Marine Corps, ‘Female Engagement Team, ‘
Women in Afghanistan not in rear support yet on the front line,
Not so much physically strong as through strength in the mind.

Isn’t it amazing disciples from miraculous powers were big and strong,
Peter cut off a servant’s ear but denied Christ 3 times it didn’t last long,
Yet two Mary’s and Salome the weaker sex faithfully stood by at length,
Face to face with adversity you will only pass through fire with strength.

Blacks sat in the back of the bus for years although it was wrong,
Now imagine how many men complied who were big and Strong,
But, it was a female, Rosa Parks, who would not budge one inch,
Yet another example of what it means for women to have Strength.

Certain things capture your eye but pursue only those that capture the heart,
Although an, ‘Ancient Indian Proverb’ yet Solomon gave the verse its start,
Likewise, don’t seek after frivols material things that only make you Strong,
For Strength is the seed of eternal roots to remain even after you’re gone.

The association of motherhood is something truly unique,
And only through inner Strength can you reach your peak,
As the Strongest will tire from repetitions they must repeat,
Because the latter without proper rest is destined to be weak.

Imagine how tough women have to be not just bearing and raising their child,
While at the same time many have to control their spouse from running wild,
A single or married mom with a tight knit family that’s united for any length,
Not so much from a Strong Woman as it is through, ‘A Woman of Strength.’

With all the aforementioned qualifications it is a mystery,
Why many believe women should not preach in the ministry,
Birth, feed, raise, clothe and impact men with knowledge,
Of a multitude of wisdom they’ll never receive in college.

This poetic tribute is a, ‘Shout-Out’ to any woman everywhere,
Seemingly impossible circumstances faced head on the scare,
By the armor of faith fear of the unknown shall not make a dent,
They are withstanding not by outward Strong but inner Strength.

5. Nihilist

       by Raven Drake

Farcical, extravagant
My birthmark is a scar
A speckled blotch …
A spot of pox
An icon from afar

I’m an upstart, I’m an eyesore
Ranting with a flair
In a tempest, I’m a rabid bird
Setting fire to the air

As dauntless as a hellhag
Unmoved by love or care
I can hold up in a cyclone
Feasting on your fear

I’m your last hope
As a laughingstock
I’m your courage in a dare
As audacious as a terrorist
With death-defying hair

When it’s time to play the tragic fool
I’m as flagrant as a glare
Seething with a vengeance
In a tantrum of despair

Final Thoughts

Courage is a vital quality that we all need in our lives. It enables us to face the challenges and obstacles that we encounter and to pursue our dreams and goals with determination and bravery.

Poems about courage can inspire us, uplift us, and remind us of the power of the human spirit.

Whether it’s a short, powerful poem or a classic piece of literature, poems for courage offer us a glimpse into the hearts and minds of those who have faced their fears and emerged victorious.

These encouraging poems encourage us to be our best selves, stand up for what we believe in, and never give up on our dreams.