Inspirational Poems (4,950)

"The Quotes Garden"


[ XII ]


The bard’s awoken spirit

“Oh! Plenty wars, to seek, with eager men to die,
As many weaken hearts, to spread by peace, a lie,
With filled minds of wrath and empty mouths of blood,
With wicked whispers near, as far as weapons flood
The same old wrecked world where tyrants rule and thrive
The everlasting crowd – and o, alas! At last!! Who feels alive?!
The dim over the candle, which spread the lofty dreams
Among those shadows – lost – in such a sprout of beams,
The ripple softly falling, of golden cup’s beheading,
When fiercy swords are drawn, for jewels fall when shedding?..
Or maybe broken bones, for masters, and cruel laws for tyrants,
As well as lots of aces rise to crush such heap of ants,
- If not – why not?! – more stones, to build the shrines for giants
Which never seems to end the poison among plants?!..
Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! There’s no one, left alive,
To tell the story further for ears that strive to listen
Such nonsense of a mirror from which the whispers glisten
Around the edges, death – this blade who guards the hive;
There’s nothing else to raise, for heads that lies beneath
A truth that’s long forgotten, replaced by some gods
Which often show at wars, to spill more blood – such odds! –
Where wrath had sunk already, like ivy changes heath;
Without a fear of dying, there’s one, among the ravens
That lurks around these realms, to mourn, to weep, to yell:
From death, to life, the bard’s awoken spirit, - look!!
Where silence seems to cure, had nothing else to tell!..”


©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

The sunlight silhouetting an amazing canopy
Grass more green than any time all the year
Shadows now larger than summer's smallness
Makes you wonder as you watch when it appears
Like fingers crossed symbols of luck they bring
The autumn season will take longer to pass
How the weathered leaves rattle in the breeze
The ever shifting clouds curving across the sky
The emblem that I love snapping to attention
Then resting at ease in the calm afternoon
Trained to all the mornings glowing valleys
Glory to the life I own in my west meadows
Tied to all our country's strong moorings
A fabric of love and devotion to family will I sing
A fierce determination towards freedom
Life hanging desperately at times by a thread
I shall seek no further and ask no more
I shall not cower in the shadows that hide me
I shall not attempt to overcome all the tears
Because if I do I have to commit to it
So, I can’t stand back any longer in fear
Because fear is not something I contrive
I don’t recognize fear so what keeps me alive
What possible example does fear represent
How it belongs to anything I ever thought about
Possibilities created against guarantees
I seriously and most substantially disagree
But getting back to that sunset in my meadow
The grass is really, really getting green

"The Quotes Garden"


[ XI ]


To a nightingale

“Oh, no! Thy veil, o, moon! My stained heart!
These copper dreams, to rip them off,
To slain each glimpse of life – and.. oh!
It’s still another way to go?! So soon?! Thou art!
Such young, may seem, to find right paths
In which the lore hath found a rhythm,
For that – to which – a world’s best end,
As heeds rough times, besets apart
The whisper I extend?!
So old, to know what’s been a trick,
A dim of light, a candle’s ruby sprout; -
Thou art alive – or dead!?! What maze!
What thought, arose! What depth! A lair!
Oh, no! I gaze! Thy lore, has not been found
In every blade of grass I’m sinking,
Nor thunderbolts which cuts me through,
As both in light they seem to break apart,
Like me and you! O, my beloved, pale moon!..
There is no star, without a name beset to shine!
There is no sea in which to mirror mine!
Thou must be like a rhythm that changed all,
A pulse arising hearts in singing waves to fall;
I wonder: how to breathe, when lungs are full of dust,
Or how to move, at least?! In such a grave, I’m lost!
In such a grieving heart, the shadow it may cast,
In such a wreck, another beast! What feast, indeed!
Where were you, o, beloved muse?! Take heed –
Thou art the last among the stars I need
And there is nothing else I’d like to do
Than standing near my grave – to watch upon you,
- Oh, you! Oh, you, my beloved, everlasting nightingale!..”

©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

"The Quotes Garden"


[ X ]


The Eyes

“I have to look inside these eyes
Which deeply search for who’s within
The core, - to know what’s in between
A soul?! I vow, it never dies!..
How long it’s been? These lights have seen
Bright minds, to shield a tempting maze,
Strong hearts, to build the life I gaze
- And who’s to blame this world of lies?!
O! Northern star! O! Hidden dragon!
Such life, to waste, in hopes to win
A cruel war! I’m full of sin! In shame, I grin;
My veil turns black, to spill this flagon
Of griefy ends, when dreams break through,
Amends that law who binds you too,
To squeeze the core for such a spin
Within the grave I’ve never been…


I have to grasp what in these eyes
Have made me feel alive; -
By depth, a meaning; who’s within?!
The brightest star, that never dies –
A soul?! O, soul!! Where have you been!?!
A beast, escaping from a hive,
To feel the burst of sin?! Such waste!..
The world I’ve seen, to lead you in,
The tide I’ve raised, to light your shore,
The mouth that held a path of lore,
The breath of life, asking for more,
Have all these been in vain?! Just dive!
Bright minds, to fill this maze of lies,
Strong hearts, to shield the dome with dreams,
- And, yes! Indeed! – Within these realms,
The core you gaze, it’s right beneath your eyes!..”

©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

"The Quotes Garden"


[ IX ]


The Whirl within the World

“O! Rise forth, thy Whirling of the whole, –
A Pulse is what a Life and Death, amend,
Thou Lore hath core, where none awakens thee!
The Word thou warps around an edge, to be
What whirls, within thine seed! – and as they blend,
Thy Soul, thou ART, as nothingness shows all!
- There shines, thine core, which binds the whirling World!..



Thy Soul, is Lore hath found a path to thee?!..
What sparkling waving, turns, thine bliss?
Where rhythms thee finds, thou Pulse, conceives?!
Below the depths, where deeper sighting tree
Whirls trembling waves, which only Soul perceives,
Thy Lore hath found the Heaven or the abyss?..
O! And what has seen the World, and what, thy Muse, thou miss?!..”

©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

I’m happiest when…
I realize that you are real;
And though you know the care I feel
But cannot yet plainly reveal,
You still love me.

I’m happiest when…
There are no restraints on time;
All worry has gone from my mind,
And I have that ‘one-of-a-kind’
Experience.

I’m happiest when…
Nothing can dampen my mood;
Make me forget what is good
About what could, or should be
My Life.

I’m happiest when…
My hopes have been fulfilled,
And I feel as though I’ve lived
The day that was granted to me,
With purpose.

I’m happiest when...“all the stars align”. :-)

but for the night
not obscured by city lights
make a wish when the moment is right
to see the stars
they shine ever so bright
there can never be another tonight
when you find them hang on tight

"The Quotes Garden"


[ VIII ]


Amid the roar


“Behold! There’s one that’s peaks,
Without to whisper what hath spoken
The core of what a curse of bliss, thou lore!
It such as young, too old, an eye that seeks
Within where’s path the twister thee awoken,
Amid the roar where dragon’s lurking shore
A sun, thou hides the moon that shines, thine fore!..



Thou ART what’s spark that rhythm thee finds
Thine Soul as shining what’s above, below!..
Where’s birth, or death, o, Muse?!.. Thy lore,
For what one speaks and twists all minds,
Amid the roar that binds a whole, from high, to low,
For I – the dot, to cease what’s ticking within core?!..”


©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)