Inspirational Poems (4,949)

In the road of life often have a pain & happiness
But behind those happiness & Pain there is a shadow
that we never forget,
And times allow us to think the past
Even that past is the Cos of suffering,

Why me Lord?Always the question in our Heart
we have been in deep pain & Sorrow but WHY?
Still he allow us to feel those Pain?!

Now i know that he make us suffer just to make us strong
& remember the good thing's he made in our life,
Don't be afraid to face the pain..He Know our pain
How can we be a good human if we can't accept the truth
that WE! are just a human..He love & guide our Broken
heart,,he just wait for us to be strong enough to be a good
follower of Him!

Why me Lord? its my often Question..but now i often
Say..Thank you LORD for making me whole to serve
and follow your step..I love you for giving me
What i have in my life now,
Why me?because I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING
IN THIS WORLD!!

I'm not afraid of death,
I'm not afraid of dying,
I'm not afraid of heartbreak,
I'm not afraid of crying,

The only thing i ever fear,
Of ever really coming true,
Is living this fearless life,
Alone and without you,

So i take the good with the bad,
Smile with the sad,
Love what i got,
Remember what i had,

Always forgive,
But never forget,
Learned from my mistakes,
But never regret,

People change,
Things go wrong,
I just remember,
Life goes on

TOUCH OF THE HANDS

Paint a picture in your mind of what you might see
Words never spoken can never be heard
What good can it do if you can’t see or feel?
A warm tender kiss or a loving embrace

To see the picture look in my eyes
For the mountains are steep and the rivers are wide
Hearts now racing emotions run high
Amazed by love and the touch of his hand
Over whelmed by passion the burning inside
As I feel the warmth in the touch of his hand

Will you lie down beside me, in my river of tears?
Hold and embrace me with you’r warm tender care
Can you feel the love from across the miles?
Can you feel the love in the touch of his hands?
Like the eagles that fly so graceful in flight
God gave us love with the touch of his hand



Written By
Dorothy Elaine Calvert

it's the eye's when I rise ta start my day, then it's the mind an thoughts an what it thirst's, a free choice were're given 365 to live while alive or die as we live 365, life's not so bad, smile or not is how you keep it inside we write our life plot!

an what the day brings, treasured friends lots of smiles an daunting lifes trials . . . . winds at my back, thought's are alive, I'm blessed in this life since the day I arrived. . . . dark days will leave as you smile them away, it's not worth the torture of grief thought up days. . . . I love my life in passionate ways I'm still young n full a life an here's where I'll stay~ Bentlee

Have you ever looked at sky riding airplane or flying a kite That is
just how your emotions should be for something you know you can see Your dreams are like a kite just keep flying till flys your way Hold on if it takes all day Might not happen at first keep trying Don't stop just keep on trying Your dreams will come true Only if you do what you need to do for them to come true for you Even if its climbing a mountain Sailing the wonder seas Its whatever you want to achieve Dreams can come true.......

The journey of life’s on of undulation,
one that builds your own foundation,
on which your future will be build,
hopefully on slate and not on silt.

The stronger base that slate provides,
will allow you to really rise,
and become the person you deserve,
not just the one that only serves.

To be someone, whom other look too,
in order to help and guide them through,
the challenges that life throws up,
so that they will not give up.

You make them fully aware,
they’re not alone there’s someone there,
to show them the way, to lend a hand,
with no hidden requests or demands.

But in life you will need help,
you should not keep it to yourself,
but ask a friend for a hand,
let them know they’re in demand.

So you yourself must open up,
after all life can be tough,
but with support for others and for you,
we’ll all find a way to get through.

aside a desk, atop lay a yellowed paper laden dust a'butt pen an vapoured well, the planked floor held a mesh bin a crumpled white proofs, chairs pillow taller n it's ever been. . . that mornin in the air twas dif an sensed, he'd seen the sun rise before his very eyes. . she was a glorious sight, a nudge of stir he felt within, id been asleep quite awhile. . a man of passion in his writ word. . . she'd woke in him much said but not heard~ Bentlee

The Power Of Imagination

I had no new ideas to write a poem so off I went to bed
in comfort I thought I might dream the words instead!
No sooner had I settled when an inner dialogue began,
though I cannot recall each word I’ll tell you what I can!
A Shade, interposing, spoke as I was on the nod of sleep
“Why do you think your secret thoughts cannot keep?”
“I am a man who has lived” I said quickly in my mind,
“A man who has lived the life of no other human kind!”
The shade laughed mockingly, and spoke to me again,
“You are a man who has travelled near and far then?”
“Does a man have to travel to have a creative thought?”
I grew tired of this conversation in which I was caught.
“Please let me be at rest, who the hell are you anyway?”
“I am the spirit of the mind, you must hear what I say!”
His chuckle sounded like the music of the wind to me,
“If I am to believe you why is it your shape I cannot see?”
In a whisper he said, “My form shows up in your writing,
I am not so mundane, you must try to be more exciting!”
As he concluded an idea came from I know not where,
forcing me to sit up and causing my eyes to wildly stare!
Shamed and angry at the slur on all good poems of mine
I sat up and quickly wrote my thoughts in a new design!
The only thing that troubles me about what I have made
whose idea was it, was it mine or was it the inner shade?
The power of imagination is but dreams within dreams,
nothing in my new creation can be what at once it seems!

sonofadam

Where's my Rem where did ya go, ya been there so long where did ya go, sleepin awake's jus way to slow where is my Rem where did you go, toss with toes out, toss with em in where did my Rem go where have you been, sleeps so awake dreams mind not fakes, Rem where'd you go tonight's far to slow, minds now tucked in . . . . can we both go . . . . ~