Inspirational Poems (4,950)

As I sit here one, One Stormy Night
THUNDER, IS CRASHING, Flickering my Lights
Sitting here, on the Internet
Writing a Lady, That Drives me Crazzzy

Musta been that, Magnetic Attraction
She kept me here, and tails still Waggin
been like I was, in a Trance
The way Loved Moved, in Advance

The depth of "My Perception"
and the Gifts of "My Direction"
my abilities will "Astound You"
as my Strengths "Surround You"

what took me by Surprise
is what we, dont realise
unless you Make a Chance to meet
why be here just, to face Defeat

Many Months glued to a chair
Living on the Internet, "Truth Or Dare"
one day I feel, I will find MY LOVE
Sent as a Gift, from High Above

until that day, that Special Year
I may complain, but no Doubt or Fear
sometimes Love, takes much longer
Instead of now, But when She Appears

She is a Beauty, I do Declare
of Gods Creation, That makes me Care
Will She take the time, to Realise?
A Life of Truth, Dont End in Lies

So To the point, That two must Meet
or Quickly Run, and Face Defeat
Two Must Confirm , that Love is there
or walk away Sadly, In Despair

Then why be here? Thats Just not Fair!

Hotrodlarrys

Sometimes you feel trapped and weary.
Sometimes it seems like nothing has
turned out the way that you'd hoped.
But remember that you're never alone.
God is with you always.
You need only open your heart to him,
and he will ease your pain.
His light will cut through the darkness,
and fill you with the sparkle of renewed hope.
He knows when you're worried.
He knows when you're feeling blue,
but he's always there to
lend you his strength
and to help you fly.
You need only have faith,
and he'll send you a miracle.
You need only open your arms,
and he'll wrap you in his loving embrace.
Let him fill your heart with sunshine.
Let him touch your life
with the light of his love--
it will shine through in everything you do,
and a sense of unending peace
and happiness will rule your days.
In order to fly with the beauty
and grace of a butterfly,
you need only believe.

You want to be liked,
Then like yourself first
You want to be loved
Learn to love first.

You want to receive
Learn to offer first
Without to think to
Receive back.

You want to not be hated
Learn to not hate others
Even they hate you ,remeber
You must love because with love
You can change them.

You want to have friends,
Learn what means friendship
Friendship means to listen yor friend
Without to judge him and accept him how he is.

as the cold breeze of the ocean fill the desert sand,
your name is carved in the wide...
as the wind blew over the planes and mountains,
the waves shadows your smile..

will you ever forget the first dance?
the first ever fairy tale dance?
in your arms i feel the warmth,the softness of the music...
the undefinable feeling...of love....

in the sky,as the clouds dance
as the sun rays play with the nature's sound
a song in my heart gives a lit to hope that someday
I'll dance with you....

now,as the wind blow
it reminds me of you,a dream that i never know if it would happen
still hoping,dreaming,wishing and praying that a day would come
that both of us will dance...

a dance called waltz in the wind...

I got up at 5.30 every morning
and skipped down that road
knowing I was avoiding the noise and madness of
three kids,
ten arguments,
and the insanity of the human race

I saw myself living in a cave,
inside a crater
on the moon

I looked at the books and CD’s
squat in the cave wall,
opposite a picture of nothing

I marvelled at the sundial I’d made

I listened to the blood in my hands,
and the hair in my ears

Outside,
a soft warm stream lapped against rounded stones

I had a coffee machine that worked,
and a guitar that winked at me from the corner

I had a friend who came around once in a while,

I drank Brazilian tea in the evenings
and thought about nothing

I lay on a flat slab
and let the sun sink into my eyelids

I thought about Summer as a child

I didn’t think about you

I sit mesmorized by the blinking cursor.
Should I not get needed sleep that my body craves?
Perhaps one more line of poetry or get the last one just right.
Can I not make the perfect sonnet while my brain ponders just one more word?
This passionate addiction hurts no one but myself. Is that not true?
Or am I squandering precious seconds that could be spent with you?
Life is a compromise of things and times and activities is it not?
And one's brain the maestro directing the time slots and memories created.
So why no finish that last sentence or would it be more productive to complete when fresh?
Always the same quandry. Always the same problem. Do it now while the process is at hand
or complete it when rested but find where I left off.
Perhaps this is a metaphor of life....?

....thinking of the now moment..
....that is over just a second before..
....that i am really sad..because..
....that i can`t catch that moment never..
....that is the true that i realise..
....that me to a simple humanbeing..
....that simple machine inside me stop for a second..
....that we can call `heart` or `soul`..
....that is the wonderfull machine..
....that god the creater, ever made..
....thinking of that truth..
....that, if the world realise the same truth..
....there is no war..there is no worries...
....there is no need of sorries and sorrows...
....thinking of tht same moment i am sad..
....the same time i am glad that i can find..
....that glad moment untill my machine stop....!!!!

Anyone who read my past posts on what it was like for me growing up....this is a something i wrote earlier this year...i've got heaps of stuff...but this one...is a great one to start off with...!!!this is how far i've come...!!!


I can see beauty,
even when it's not pretty...
I can be alone with myself...
I can see failure...

I can dissapoint another to be true to myself...
I can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray myself...

I can get up,
I can dance, after a night of being heartbroken, exhausted and crying all night....

I CAN!

There’s moment of sorrow
Clouding the day ahead,
Turning upside down –
The ecstasy behind –
I lifted my eyes to the horizon,
Sweet fragrance of golden trees
An innate power –
Released an enigma –
The power of today
Is at hand
Dig in the light
As it touch you by.

Implanted inside the known rubic's cube hoping colours outside will complete, twisting an turning from inside the cube trying to do it an set the mind free, from inside the cube you'll not reach the key, you've got to step out to see what you need, you can peel off the stickers an colour it right thats if you want the easy way out. . . . . . ~