Inspirational Poems (4,950)

The eyes of my four little girls, ranging in age from 2 to 8, were as big as saucers,
“This is your great grandmother,” their great aunt and ‘tour-guide’ chanted,
As she handed one of them my grandmother’s skull,
“And this is your great grandfather, who was also my Daddy,”
As another skull was passed around...

No, this was not some macabre ritual,
Just another day on the island of Lesvos, Greece,
Made memorable by a visit to the cemetery,
Which word comes from the Greek meaning ‘sleeping place’,
And where little caskets full of our ancestors’ remains are stored,
We were allowed to ‘connect’ with our infinitude going back hundreds of years in a most unique manner...,
Handling their bones.

The girls, were of course too young to appreciate the experience,
Different for me though,
I had met my grandmother and grandfather, but the rest of them were galactic strangers to me...,
The various emotions and queries that arise from the various cavernous corners of one’s subconscious are vivid and potent,
Beyond the obvious emotions regarding my mortality, there were other epiphanies and a myriad questions...

Who were these people?
How did they live?
What were their values?
What were their aspirations?
Were they ‘good’ people?
Were they ‘bad’?
Were they generous?
Did they love?
Did they hate?
Did their fellows like them or fear them?
Were they thinkers or tinkerers?
Did they gaze at the stars and wonder un-wonderable questions?
Were they hopeful or despairful?
What hardships did they endure to secure that they would one day release me from their loins?

At that point in time I was on my way to the United States,
Will my remains lie here one day,
In an eternal loneliness in their little casket?
Hundreds of years from now,
Will the highlight of my ‘time without end’ be just another ‘family-gathering’?
And as my descendants gaze at my bones,
What legacy will I have left behind?
What will my ‘tour-guide of the dead’ say about me?

What If

Oh to be young again,
a chance to make different choices
and decisions,
not having to regret the mistakes
of the past.

But “what if “is for fools,
“what is “, reality.

The past can affect the future
for better or worse.
Which, a matter of interpretation.

To repeat “what was “,
or learn from experience and create
“what will be “.

We can throw the bones of our past
in the air,
like the soothsayers of old, letting them
fall where they may,
or place them carefully according to a
pattern that seems ordered and
pleasing to the mind.

Happiness and content
can only be achieved by being honest
with oneself.
Recognizing, acknowledging and discarding
our weaknesses,
and building on our strengths,
goals and desires.

Be near me when need u,
Be near me to love you,
Be near me now and forever,
Be near me,when is hard,
Be near me when is good,
Be near me day and night,
Be near me always my love.

When the rain falls down,
I remeber u whispears in my ear,
When the rain falls down ,
I remeber your sweet soft kiss,
When the rain falls down,
I remeber u your sweet hugs
When the rain falls down,
I remeber how u told me
I love you.

Is better leave now,and suffer
Instead suffer longer,
I prefer now take you out from
My heart instead wait u kill it,
Little by little ,I prefer cry now more
Instead cry litle by little every day.
Better forget I know u,instead u kill me
Little by little.
Better forget now u stabbed my trust
You killed my feelings and all inside me.

fires of life purify the ore
smelting my soul heating it up

melting my heart scraping the slag
i am flux, liquid in state of mind

pouring into my mold solidifying being
see that i am become shiny and hard

cold without life after reduction
something to build with and forge

a new purpose, a new life and wrought
malleable bending with strength of mettle

hammered and tempered tensile strong
weight bearing, beautiful and shear

what was rusted and cast off is precious
alloy bronzed, stainless and golden

© agoodguy2have 2010-01-01

Written down are the words that I've said
Does it really even matter what I say
Day after day I still awake to an empty bed
A world filled with fast food an electronic gadgets
Is there anytime for true love anymore?
It all got swiped away like credit card magic

We're all so independent we don't need anyone
We removed the need for love and companionship
We have the internet now who needs fun
Who takes the time now to smell the roses
We walk right by each other and never notice
Our heads held high along with our noses

Drive to fast and rush to get to our grave
Lets all hide behind our dark sunglasses
We're the product of control we're slaves
Get out of my way or I'll run you down
Its the hateful dreadful words like this
We drive and see nothing but frowns

We worry to much about gossip and greed
Did you hear what happened to so and so
Yeah I need to know more I need to feed
A vicious negative circle is ready to begin
Sometimes we're a little to late to notice
We find ourselves alone and minus a friend

Its so easy to hate but hard to love
In a world so empty and full of sadness
We're all transformed into mourning doves
I'll take passion and love over any of this
please take me back to a much simplier time
When all that ever mattered was a hug and kiss

I can't stand the sight of what we've become
It hurts too much to be alive everyday
Someone pinch me am I dead or just numb
Please tell me is this what lifes all about
Come talk to me and put on you're smile
Keep me from having so much self doubt!

i was lost in a moment of no words thinking how every thing just started to burn i was sick with no possible right to even write a new moment my new reason is to live in my poems so as i write one more for you its time for something brand new

To be possesive means to
Show how much u love and care
To show u big love for the other
To know u love so much that u consume
Yourself to much for hm or her.
But to be indiffrent and let
Him or her to do anything without
Care or showing this,
Means is no care and no love.

"Why, Jon, why?" his mother asked. "Why is it so hard to be like the rest of the flock,Jon? Why can't you leave low flying to the pelicans, the albatross? Why don't you eat? Jon, you're bone and feathers!"

"I don't mind being bone and feathers, Mum. I just want to know what I can do in the air and what I can't, that's all. I just want to know."

"See here, Jonathan," said his father, not unkindly. "Winter isn't far away. Boats will be few, and the surface fish will be swimming deep. If you must study, then study food, and how to get it. This flying business is all very well, but you can't eat a glide, you know. Don't you forget that the reason you fly is to eat."

Jonathan nodded obediently. For the next few days he tried to behave like the other gulls; he really tried, screeching and fighting with the flock around the piers and fishing boats, diving on scraps of fish and bread. But he couldn't make it work.

It's all so pointless, he thought, deliberately dropping a hard-won anchovy to a hungry old gull chasing him. I could be spending all this time learning to fly! There's so much to learn!

It wasn't long before Jonathan Gull was off by himself again, far out to sea, hungry, happy, learning how to fly.

The subject was speed, and in a week's practise he learned more about speed than the fastest gull alive.