Inspirational Poems (4,950)

So, you try and be, what the world wants to see?
Lost in the fantasy,

When the world doesn't want you, what will you
do, find the real you?

I hope it's not to late, I hope it's not your fate
I hope you have time, to recreate!

Put on your top hat, you are the star, the ring master, how long, how far,
Let the clowns come in, let the fun begin, see the balancing act, trapeze if you
please, sugarcane tastes so good as the magician weaves his spell, will the tightrope
walker fall?, who can tell, the dancers will have danced, and you will be….entranced,
as the tight rope walker ends the show, it’s time for you to go!

Age becomes you ,and life dissipates, it flows like water, like a river from the source starts
as a trickle, becomes a stream, then a river, and finally joins the great oceans and now, you are
not alone, at last, your lonesome journey has brought you home.

To reach a goal that no one knows, To think the unthinkable but watch it grow, To reach a level unimaginable to the naked eye, But what is pleasurable to the natural mind. To strive to be alive oh what a time to be alive all I want to do is Strive!

To reach a goal that no one knows, To think the unthinkable but watch it grow, To reach a level unimaginable to the naked eye, But what is pleasurable to the natural mind. To strive to be alive oh what a time to be alive all I want to do is Strive!

Be real is back in full poetic mode,
(And resolves to write a stanza per day)*,
Now off the drink, his verse is no more slow'd,
By hangovers, (which caused him much dismay);-
A poetic castle - his fair abode,
(And he wouldn't have it any other way);
So get ready, now, for another spiel;-
From the CS poet called lovecanbereal.

That's, to say, (of course), me, myself, and I;
It's why I voice my verse in the first person,
So you can have confessional poetry;
(Yes, indeed, that's what I voice my verse in);
As memories are drawn from my mind's eye;
And I'll not let the alcoholic curse win;
I now address the world and my fine nation;-
With verses that are fit for publication.

I've lived a life that I don't regret;
Does anyone read poetry today?
To write this down, before I just forget;
Another soul that dies and fades away;
For modern times you must have a vignette;
Readers wouldn't have it another way;
Attention span is short now - like our dreams;-
Getting shorter, all the time - or so it seems.

I would that I could write here with more space;
Although I must abbreviate my verse;
Maintaining rhyme, integrity, and grace;
Is brevity a modern poet's curse?
The outline of my story, I must trace;
To tell the truth for better, or for worse;
That's if I - (your poet and narrator);-
Can remember all that happened then, and later.

And just what is it, I will write of next?
Well, subjects - they are many - and incredible;
When I was young, I was quite highly sexed;
(Although I am now, these days, more cerebral);
And at peace with myself - no longer vexed;
By the things on this earth labeled 'terrible';
By being happy with what one does have;-
I'll never be, no more, just passion's slave.

Casting off the chains - alcohol and dr*gs;
And ev'ry morning, now, my mind does thank me;
Before, I'd down the glass to lees and dregs;
John Barleycorn would sneak up then and tank me;
Then crawling on the floor, passed out on rugs;
Before the morning's black coffee would crank me;
To a new day's destruction overwrought;-
If I had money, then alcohol I bought.

The anecdotes will still flow from my pen;-
My indiscretions make compelling muse;
Back and forwards in time 'tween now and then;
For I've gone and lit the poetic fuse;
Improvements in perception of my ken;
Makes for verse that no reader can refuse;
I'll tell of instances of impropriety;-
Now crystallized in mem'ry, by sobriety.

So Bereal's been sober, now, for a year;
Never will he waver, or relapse;
Not touching whisky, wine, or a beer;
That brought him close, to a state of collapse;
His mind works best without boozes' veneer;
In a heatwave, he may have an ale, perhaps;
But only for emergency hydration;-
Of fluids, lost by heat, in this hot nation!**



© lovecanbereal
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As i have seen this all before,
Nothing else matters we've been here before,
left with peace and war this has separated us all,
I can see i can hear the pain of the fall,
From grace we fell it wasn't our fault,
Evil thoughts dwell in our mind,
Are we connected from behind,
The veil has been lifted now we can see,
We were all blinded by the the thoughts of tv,
Now our world is in crisis because of these deeds,
Now through this mind altering effect we have created a false belief,
If only we stand up tall we might develop a place for us all,
To the top we are heading,
I see this to be true,
life is a blessing but we need faith,
In ourselves and our being and our planet,
We will see that nothing else matters except to be free,
From the system of these things,
life matters all not just one but all,
We are conflicted by the empire of darkness but soon we will be free,
To develop ourselves and live in eternity,
We are all one but separated by an evil entity,
Hope is sometimes not to be trusted,
Belief in anything will turn your life into a tree,
With leaves falling and growing forever on our road to the truth,
This is all evident as i have seen,
Mind over matter that one is confusing in and out we are all are experiencing pain,
A change in life is indeed possible,
We need to learn to see the truth is within you and me,
All this will happen its a guarantee...

“We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed – in a moment,
in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet.”
(1 Cor. 15: 51 & 52)



I don’t want to be asleep
When Jesus returns,
But I don’t want to be too wired either.
I want to be
in the background of everything,
But with a clear view
of all things so I could take it all in...

When Jesus returns
I want to be
able to manage the AWE At His MAJESTY
that I’m bound to feel,
And the shame of my simplicity that is bound to show,
In the presence
of His Divine Greatness...

I want to be
with the chosen of God
Who struggled, but soared
because of His Grace,
Who lived for the day that they would see Jesus face to face,
I want to be there on that great day
When Jesus returns...

Once upon a time when you were you and I was I,
and nothing grew, and noone knew, when the still was
all there was, what oh what could we do?
Then we found a way, to release and be, the you
and the me,
To create something new, hidden in view, actors
all, stand or fall, to be or not to be,
It was always you, it was always me!

I am woman
I am happy and content
I am she who embraces
Those who are in need
I am woman