6 Poems About Life Struggles

Be encouraged by these poems about life struggles. At times we feel like we are the only ones facing a struggle. But everyone on this planet has been faced with challenges and obstacles that make life feel like a struggle. The difference is how we handle it, what our attitude is like toward the issue. Let these poems give you words to consider.

Let these poems help you during your challenges; let the experience of others offer you some wisdom on how to face life's struggles.

Short Poems / Poems About Life / Poems About Life Struggles

Bumpy Road Called Life
Poet Julie Hebert, �2015

It seems to me the road called life,
Is a windy, bumpy road.
It's not easy like told in fairytales,
Life can't be changed by kissing a toad.

Instead we must weigh the odds,
About every decision we make.
We worry we'll make the wrong choice,
And not know which way to take.

Although life's road may have many crossroads,
We just have to trust in God and instinct.
Life may be a constant question mark,
But if you listen you may hear yourself.

You are the one who knows You,
And the God given gifts that inspire you.
No matter the fear or the conflict,
If you listen, life will fit like a shoe.

Hard Luck
Poet: Edgar Guest

Ain't no use as I can see
In sittin' underneath a tree
An' growlin' that your luck is bad,
An' that your life is extry sad;
Your life ain't sadder than your neighbor's
Nor any harder are your labors;
It rains on him the same as you,
An' he has work he hates to do;
An' he gits tired an' he gits cross,
An' he has trouble with the boss;
You take his whole life, through an' through,
Why, he's no better off than you.

If whinin' brushed the clouds away
I wouldn't have a word to say;
If it made good friends out o' foes
I'd whine a bit, too, I suppose;
But when I look around an' see
A lot o' men resemblin' me,
An' see 'em sad, an' see 'em gay
With work to do most every day,
Some full o' fun, some bent with care,
Some havin' troubles hard to bear,
I reckon, as I count my woes,
They're 'bout what everybody knows.

The day I find a man who'll say
He's never known a rainy day,
Who'll raise his right hand up an' swear
In forty years he's had no care,
Has never had a single blow,
An' never known one touch o' woe,
Has never seen a loved one die,
Has never wept or heaved a sigh,
Has never had a plan go wrong,
But alas laughed his way along;
Then I'll sit down an'start to whine
That all the hard luck here is mine.

Sunshine And Shadow
Poet: Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Life has its shadows, as well as its sun;
Its lights and its shades, all twined together.
I tried to single them out, one by one,
Single and count them, determining whether
There was less blue than there was grey,
And more of the deep night than of the day.
But dear me, dear me, my task's but begun,
And I am not half way into the sun.

For the longer I look on the bright side of earth,
The more of the beautiful do I discover
And really, I never knew what life was worth
Till I searched the wide storehouse of happiness over.
It is filled from the cellar well up to the skies,
With things meant to gladden the heart and the eyes.
The doors are unlocked, you can enter each room,
That lies like a beautiful garden in bloom.

Yet life has its shadow, as well as its sun;
Earth has its storehouse of joy and of sorrow.
But the first is so wide - and my task's but begun -
That the last must be left for a far-distant morrow.
I will count up the blessings God gave in a row,
But dear me! when I get through them, I know
I shall have little time left for the rest,
For life is a swift-flowing river at best.

Life Is Full Of Struggles
Poet Catherine Pulsifer, �2020

There are days that truly bring us down
We sit and mop and constantly frown
The issues we face right now are overwhelming
We feel like jumping up and running.

But running away doesn't take away the pain
Running away only makes us feel more drained
Find that glimmer of hope
Focus on that it will help you cope.

Rather than sitting and feeling sad
Take action don't get mad
Find a way to take one step
Towards the thing called happiness.

You see life is full of struggles and hurt
There are times we all feel like dirt.
But don't stay down, get up and find
A change of thought of the positive kind.

It may not be easy to get back on your feet
But moving forward, step by step can be sweet.
One foot in front of the other can be
Better than sitting and pouting you will see.

So even though the struggles you face
Don't give in and lose the pace.
Let your determination show
Even if your progress is slow.

The day will come when good times roll
One step at a time you will reach your goal
So when you see a challenge coming your way
Remember this too shall pass, you shall say!

The Rainy Day
Poet: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall.
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast.
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall.
Some days must be dark and dreary.

Busy The Hand To Still The Heart
Poet: Lillian E. Curtis

When the world looks dark, and the heart beats swift,
O'ercome with many a piercing dart,
Then bid patience her magic wand up-lift,
And busy the hand to still the heart.

When the heart is bubbling over with sorrow,
And throbs of anguish thro' each nerve start.
Questioning Hope in vain for a bright to-morrow.
Then busy the hand to still the heart.

When on the edge of despair you sit,
From steadfast Faith apart.
When the lamp of Courage's no longer lit,
Busy the hand to still the heart.

When the roughest storms that life may know,
Cause trembling and fear to start,
When tempests of strife all hurriedly blow,
Busy the hand to still the heart.