Most Commented Inspirational Poems (4,950)

Our err
And our excuses
A limitation of our nature
For we are bound
An explanation seeker
And a reason being


Justification our reality
Empiricism our faith
Physical senses our rod
Thus to condition
Remains our living experiences


Once asked about intuition
To reason I retorted
For am now a spirit
In a machine cloak
Thus a timely device
For a reason!

Scared and then scarred
but you live a life not barred
a disease so wrong
you fight to stay strong
you keep your head high
where others tears run dry
behind your facade
are fears not to discard
but you laugh a normal laugh
amidst nurses and staff
never to forget
never to regret
life is to live
and that you give
everything you can
no changes to your plan
to seek joy where it be
to satisfy thee........

After so many days, months, even years,
My day of decision has arrived, it is here!
On this day, I choose new life, a new walk,
And a different course, so help me God,
To leave that old path, dark clouds cover the way,
I must turn back now for the hour is late!
JS

I am a warrior
standing firmly planted
my concentration strong
like iron chains to the ground...

I inhale prepared to fight
my kata has begun
a private dance
one movement blends to the next..

My intense gaze meets
my imaginary opponent
like an invisible katana blade
much like ripples in a pond...

Chinese based moves act
a loud "kiah" erupts
in the large dojo
my declaration of purpose...

Control, form and balance
my task ends
the kata complete
I step back into the modern world...

As I rode on
my horse's head hung low
there was little on the land
just the looming dusk...

I gazed across those hills
towards wide open pastures
flowing across dry red soil...

There field mice would be busy
bees opulent working furiously
in the music of the wind
rich with pollen and hawks...

I looked back across the trail
calling time
and made camp
within a dried up stream..

To the sound of your voice
a soothing melody
to the 206 bones in your body
the warmth of your breath against my chest.

To the oaks with drowsy Spanish Moss
the sound of the ocean as it roars
to the seagulls that hover overhead for a treat.

The smell of bacon and waffles in the morning
to the homeless people pushing a basket
birds chirping on a telephone wire.

May each be blessed on this earth
until a great purpose is revealed
until each of us admits

I was confused and lost
and still I loved
and forgot what I forgot about glory

as I seek your light
my sweet Lord...

Happiness is bad – such is a conclusion made by the joint study of investigation findings by the researchers of Yale, Denver, and Jerusalem Universities. As was revealed by the specialists those, who were happy, well provided for in childhood, had on average less life expectancy than their more despondent peers.

An excessive feeling of happiness is a problem. The high degree of this feeling dizzies a person; he/she becomes more carefree, hence prone to running risks. Whereas behind a risk, as we know, trouble lurks, which may reduce a person’s life-span.

The scholars also maintain that the books on how to become happy bring more misery. Their readers receive information and start a fight for happiness, in which more often than not they do not succeed and feel much worse.

The other problem is that the feeling of happiness is sometimes simply out of place. As not everyone can be happy we have to subdue this feeling in order not to hurt the feelings of our less happy friends, which creates serious discomfort.

Finally, if a person is happy, his ability to create something valuable is diminished.

In this connection the researchers’ advice is: “Don’t think about the necessity to be happy, and this is exactly what will bring you happiness.”

The sight of beauty such excites desire,
Who could refrain from feeling real delight?!
Here’s beauty in a flesh that one admires,
It’s something from the Heavens given once.

One look and you cannot avert your eyes,
It’s magnet that attracts, a sweet delusion.
You’re stupefied, emotions hard to hide,
You’re lost, your smile reveals confusion.

Where beauty walks around her all are stunned,
It must be hard to stand the hungry stare
Of men in raptures, women losing heart,
She dreams of time to be of all this spared.

Such beauty, don’t you think, deserves a rest,
A time out, little peace, another chance?!

My delicate heart made of flesh and blood
Beating over time that the tides define
How simple each stroke arrives with a thud
A boat rocks at anchor on mooring line

Spirits in life should we love make us dance
What we crave in crest is not coherence
Seek no softness in your cold abundance
Sharing only good grace in appearance

For weak becomes our will and cold our stones
While we age growing up instead of down
A beating heart so caged inside my bones
Like a head above water will not drown

Rise gentle over cresting waves my sun
What wonders where my beating heart begun

beautiful thoughts my ocean
calming the shores ,to the sand
morning dew upon the grass
open arms we meet again
my soul,my spirit
lasting love in paradise
upon the sands
on this golden shore
with you my love
i would love to
hold you forever more
waves flow gently to shore
my memories come to pass
you are natures answer
to my prayers
dreaming looking into
a far distance
in a trance