Inspirational Poems (4,950)

Tired from my climb out of the water
I crawled onto a lily pad
Trying to balance with a little totter
Feeling more than slightly sad

I had left all my friends at the bottom
Nature telling I needed to leave
Yes the view up here is awesome
Although leaving friends I do grieve

I made a promise I would return
But wait – my body is changing
I need to tell them what happens up here
I now have wings and am flying

I am now all these beautiful fluorescent colors


I need to return to tell the good news
But all I can do is skim the water in flutters
Look up – lookup through the water and peruse

We come from the bottom of the earth
Then are called to the surface
Going through a transformation and rebirth
For a whole new life and purpose

Look up – look up above and see
God has given us a new body in life
Look up and see how beautiful you will be
You will leave the darkness too and arise

from a youth
where muscle had abounded
and they had drank heartily
to the claims
of scandalous deeds
once bedroom bold
swarthy
men who drove iron pegs
men who worked the docks
men who herded cattle
out on the frontier
now sullen
pigeon-hearted
down to a single hair
thin men, fat men
all beaten inward
forced to absorb it all
consigned to the benches
of the world
stoic however
like an orchestra enduring a light rain
mercifully trying to keep to the bar
as the mist
sweeps through the arches

The hourglass sifts down towards the bottomless undertow. The heart beats faster than what has ever been known. The soul shakes to the sound of the aftermath. The world turns until it burns and crash. As you lay in the wayward light falling into a dream. Decent into the emptiness of the stars as they beam. Into your eyes a darkness Fades into tears. Bringing your mind to the worst in life of all your fears. Creating a moment and in that moment it's an eternity. But in that forever moment the night has shown us rain. And in that wayward light those feelings though bottled up hurt for only just a day. One day the hurt will be gone as I look at the golden haze.

As soon as you pray it echoes
only God consumes its meaning
in this tall room with high rafters
once built for reverence

There's a small bell in the corner
it is chiming in the morning draught
I imagine a spirit still resides here
in this once loved sanctuary

Weddings and funerals all passed
ceremonies for the masses
we watch the candles burn
sunlight through the panes

Salvation may be hidden
in the mysteries here, for all I know
I turn a page and read
"In the beginning.."

Olive green
fix me a martini
when you stir, you shine
and all the syllables flow
down through the pages
as small fish must ply
in the bountiful ocean

two strings to your bow
she coyly remarked
wolverine weaponry
tossing her hair
she idled on

I'm left in the plush air
of a night's writing
an idle pursuit
God granted
feeling for the next stanza
is a call to arms

looking for the cadence
to rectify the machinery
too much in play
beat it out so
it is no missive Jim
words flow like liquor talks
strong is made gut to gut
bringing out the light
shadows cast asunder

SHAKESPEARE ONCE SAID
I cried when i had no shoes...
But i stop crying....
When i saw a man without legs.
Life is full of blessing,
Sometimes we don't value it.

i know im different then you but even i hurt too
ill take everything since i was five years old
everything iv written my poems and all
i tried to fit in where i don't belong
even though it makes me sad today
ill not right another poem ever again
even my songs will be trash all because
you hate everything i do all because
you say im different then you

Yeah Now
That's Where I Know You
We > Stuck > Him
And > We > Stuck > Him > Again
Don?t You Remember
To Bad 'Cuz He's Your Friend
But It Was The Best Thing
'Cuz He's Back Here To Send
<~ You ~ The ~ Only
Way ~ Out
Not To Pretend
We = Cruci
Him = Fied
While He's Still Alive
But This Was
Not His Demise
With Sepulchre Stone
Gone Now To Behold
Tomb Empty Room
Nothing Shown But Shroud
Or A Temple Veil Rent
'Cuz He's Risen Today
And Lives In
Your Heart

There can be No Easter Sunday !
Rev. Fulton Sheen

There are times in life, we delve into the past
Not seeking sad times, but when happiness cast
An uplifting period, that showed me a new way
To move forward, for those forthcoming days

Music was involved, as it set the real scene
And so recently, I followed a path I'd been
In the hope to help others, that is my goal
Maybe in the process, heal my own soul

Dance has been my life, seeing others smile
I intend to combine, within my experience style
So during our kiwi winter, I will share as I can
It's already past planning, arrangements in hand

I may not be competing, but an afternoon a week
Will I hope give others friendships, when they meet
Other who want to learn to dance, or just a place to go
Joining others I've taught, and the seed of dance sow

If I can uplift, those who feel isolated and really alone
To try some new hobbies, and other are close by phone
We all have a time in life, when we have to take a stand
Take a new direction briefly, giving other a helping hand