Inspirational Poems (4,950)

Can you feel my pain
From my soul,
Can you feel my heart
You let me suffer.
Can you see the tears
From my sad eyes,
Can you see my love
For you,my thoughts forever
To you and for you.

Live your life right do all that you can handle your problems to show your a man.

I live not to dictate the meaning of life,
yet I live to share my own interpretation.
In my eyes, life is a chance
to be put before the world
to use it as a stage and act properly
and as best you can.

To be able to fly and inspire people
in your own little way.
To feel happy once in a while
and think about things.
There is much more to say,
but not enough time to.

Everyone in life has a purpose and everyones life is planned
and set so when its my time to go
I won't have no regrets.
Nlimbo:2009

People think that being humble
Is being afraid and weak
But it really takes great courage and strength
To turn the other cheek

Humility is an essential tool
You will need for the path ahead
It breaks you free from vanity and pride
So you can learn to love others instead

The humble are greatful for what they receive
And their giving knows no bounds
But with those who strive for selfish ends
The emptiness in them resounds

So lets rejoice in our humility
For it is a virtue of true worth
"Take heart" a brother once prophetically said
"For the meek shall inherit the earth"

it is time for influenza,
massive headaches. body pains.
tamiflu is the prescription,
bedrest, liquids, and no games.

'happy christmas' were the messages,
not for me i must confess.
boxing day and also yesterday,
no, not better. am a mess.

being single has its moments,
though in this case it's not one.
like a baby i feel helpless
i need comfort from someone.

goes to show, no man's an island,
everybody needs some rest.
for nobody is that perfect,
must keep looking, keep the quest.

sense of hope can be found
within the folds of paper
wrapped tightly around a box
and a pinned pink bow on top

under the tree you will find
these parcels of gifts bunched up
under the sparkleing lights of the tree
waiting for the midnight call of laughter

the day awakens its time to unwrap
the sound of ripeing has engulfed the house
the hope of happyness has come to light
under the sparkleing lights.

'Hah you'll never be anything,all day with your nose in a book,
This constant insult now nothing more than drivel.
I learnt to string words together in a sentence or two,
With the soon discovered arrival of punctuation to help me explain my situation.
First a line,then who would've believed it 'a verse',
All together to my amusement making my tormentors life much worse.
Instead of shouting or futilely hitting him back,
I would throw a limerick or an even wiser crack!!
A knowing smile,then a word cast adds to the pace,
Sheer bliss as confusion crosses my enemy's face.
And as for being nothing,I would happily disagree,
For finding this tapestry is the making of me.
So if you should chance to read a book,
I implore, pay it more than a cursory look.
Follow the dance of each word,line and verse.
Learning the Art of the poet,you could do far worse.!!

to find the deep end is to find the shallow to write a sad song is to write a happy song to meet an enimy to to meet a friend to talk to strangers is to talk to some one we know there is a line we cross in the shadows of a dream there is a window of hope in us all we are the same all of us but also different let become one beautiful line of humanity if have let us give to strangers because they are human like us

you should see the life inside of you waiting to scream out and run to me feeling like oceans of blue breathe me in again feel the fire in my hands let this love not ever end as it just begins im on my way to being in love with you closing the book to the past let this dream wonder as it will last forever is a better word to remember if i fall down girl will it be over pick me back up into oblvion burning into this powerful love coming from the stars above closing are hearts to the past this love is going to make it just to last

The daughter he lost
Years ago
He'll see today
But he don't know

Will she reject him
Turn him away
Or just look at him
With nothing to say

They see each other
Their eyes meet
A friendly hello
Is how they greet

They come together
With a gentle hug
She pulls his heart strings
With a gentle tug

Twenty seven years
Since her birth
Twenty seven years
He's felt the hurt

Finally united
For the first time
It will take a while
Before things are fine

Both are willing to try
To gap the years apart
Both of them realize
The heart, is the place to start

Little by little they tell
What's happened through the years
Silently both of them
Have shed their own tears

So as they try to build
A father and daughter bond
They know the lost years
Are forever gone

But they also know
That the years in front of them
Can help to bridge the past
Of the years they lost back then

They know it won't be easy
But they both want to try
With a vow to each other
To never say goodbye

Sleeping Rough
Is a way of life
It can be tough
With trouble and strife

Its often very cold
And often very dark
But if I get a dog Im told
He will help protect me with his bark


under my Blankets he will sleep
And help to keep me warm
He will keep us safe with his built in bleep
Until we wake up in the early morn