Inspirational Poems (4,950)

"When the lighthouse strikes it light,

it does not measure the storm.

It does not judge the storm.

It does not say to itself,

"I must understand where it is all going."

before it shines its light.

All it knows is that it was built to endure the darkness,

mighty wind and the waves that will crash endlessly over its structure

It's not afraid, either.

It doesn't know when the storm will end,

how powerful it will become,

or the reasoning behind its creation.

All the lighthouse knows is that it's safe,

and that it must shine a light in the darkness to help others

find the safety of the harbour.

It never questions how it became light either,

but it knows who it is,

and what it's for.

It also knows that the light it carries is expected

and those in the dark are looking for it."

Life Has been on HOLD
for Too Many Seasons
have Never been Told
Just, That Their are Reasons

In "His" time we see the light
at the End of the Tunnel
not Yet Bright
but Narrows, Like a Funnel

I Feel From Within
Time is Drawing Nigh
to find Peace and Love
just waiting on the Sky

sometimes we get this feeling
that Love is going to find us
not one thats Stealing
Rather one thats Healing

so now we know
its soon to come
we feel from within us
Peace already begun

Im not sure Who
and Not sure Where
We'll know for sure
when Forever Gets Here!


12-20-2009

snow falling heavily opon the trees
snow gathering on top of trees
a time to reflect on what we have
as the festive season has began

a time to share or momments
a time to give out presents
a time to reflect on what we have
as the festive season has began

the air is chilly as our hands go blue
shivering outside with high vibration
stacks under christmas trees sign of good faith
its a time to refkect on what we have
as the festive season has began

Is a magical place, full of treasure and acceptance...

A place without pain, A place without hurting...

There are feelings of love, and unconditional desire...

Once you get there, its a magical feeling of warmth...

And an ongoing journey, with 'that' feeling of perfection...

You are here when I’m wrong.
You’re my heart, you’re my mind…
When I’m weak, you are strong.
You're my eyes when I'm blind.

When I fall, when I’m lost,
You are here, you’re my way.
When I’m hell, you are frost.
When I’m coast, you are bay.

You are here when I cry,
You’re my aim, you’re my fear!
You’re my breath when I die,
You are here… you are here…

30.06.2009
Espoo

~ sWEET ~ lITTLE ~ cLAUDIA ~

~ oNE rOMANTIC iS sHE ~

~ fROM oLTENIA rOMANIA ~

~ sWEET ~ dREAMS ~ pOETRY !!


~ pURE ~ sENSATION ~ eMOTION ~

~ lOVE fLOODS wITH dELIGHT ~

~ wITH fLOWERS 'n nATURE ~

~ tWEET ~ bIRDS ~ tWEET !! > 'n > tEMPT > fLIGHT !!


> > > "!!__yES__!!" > > > sPIRITS > sOAR !!

> > > rIGHT > > oUT > oF > sIGHT !!

~ sHE'LL rOMANCE yOUR mIND ~

~ tO mUCH dELIGHT !!


~ lOVE ~ dAVID !!

The dark twisting road travels swiftly under you
Passing underneath the beaten tires of your car.
What motivates this machine to move?
What does it get for driving on this road?

Does it feel the satisfaction of the rough pavement?
Or does it feel anxiety for it does not know where it is going?
Has the car ever concider its existence?

On this road the car experiences bumps and hills
It passes by trees and mountains
It goes through puddles and leaves
The car witnesses all these on the road it drives.

This all changes at the tunnel
The darkness swallows the machine
The sounds of nature become the sounds of silence
A peering dot of light acts as the only solace

The car is now blind
What does the car do now?
For its simply a machine?
It can't think or react

That's when the driver takes over
This is when its a choice to drive or be driven
To take the wheel at times of uncertainty or abort and pray for light?
Don't look at the car answers for its simply a machine

If It starts to drag one way you jerk it the opposite
It wants to stop you push it more
Be the driver of your car no matter what road your own
Be the driver for without you the car is nothing

The darkness begins to fade as the light starts to shine.
Your hands grip the wheel as a sense of accomplishment travels over you
You drove the car through in times of uncertainty
You took control when everything seemed unclear

You are the driver.

It’s ok to feel hurt, it’s ok to cry, and it’s ok to show weakness once in awhile
It’s ok to risk rejection; it’s ok to put aside pride to fight for what you want just a little
It’s ok not to put up a front and show the real you inside
The one who cries at sad movies, and has some insecurity they try to hide

It’s ok to want to believe in love and happy ever after
It’s ok to want to heal your shattered heart and replace the dark days with laughter
It’s ok to stop acting like superwoman and admit you are only human
It’s ok to stop pushing away people and at the first sign of emotion not to run

It’s ok to not want to be alone at night
It’s ok to want a soul mate to share a future shining bright
It’s ok to want to walk and hold hands oblivious of public scrutiny
It’s ok to be tired of the drama and just want a life of simplicity

It’s ok to stop acting like a b*tch as your defense
It’s ok to trust a little; take the risk even if it might be a pretense
It’s ok to admit you were wrong in the past and you let true love go
It’s ok to let go of that love without bitterness and trust fate you’ll find more

It’s ok to be dethroned and give up the title of the Ice Queen
It’s ok to be a normal female with emotions and not act supreme
It’s ok to stop fooling yourself you are cold when you are not
It’s ok to want someone who likes you for you; not just because they think you are “hot”
It’s ok to finally realize that everything is going to be ok
It’s ok to live & learn, alas you find yourself; the time has come for your brighter day

holding on


trying to find something to hold on to.


trying to forget about everything that i have been through.


holding on to everything that I have before it is what i had


nothing seems the same any more and nothing is the way that it used to be.


i am so sick of being scared of everything.


I cant change who i am and no matter what i am just me.


holding on to all that is left of me.

What means honesty?
At first sight seems
An easy word
But is so deep.

Honesty is a big quality
A quality which all we look
After it,but this quality
Is so rare nowadays.

Honesty is like a rare flower
Who has this flower
Is a happy person
If he can keep it forever.