Inspirational Poems (4,951)

It was easily said --That unkind word,
That fell from my lips that morn.
But my little thought as away it sped,
Would tear someones heart like a thorn.

I did not mean it--'twas thoughtless, yes,
But it flew on it's onward track,
And my prayers and tears of all life's years
Can nevermore call it back!

It was easily said that kindly word ,
Spoke with a pleasant smile;
But it cheered a soul that was lone and sad,
And braved a heart for trial.

The strongest monuments crumble and break
And into dust decay;
But a kindly word will live on and on,
Though the speaker has passed away.

O let us be careful of each small word
We speak with but little thought,
That will carry a message of love away,
If we say the words that we ought;

And by and by when our lips are mute,
And our record of life is known,
The kindly words will shine forth like stars,
In the crown that shall be our own.

Dreams are beautiful thoughts with visions
Which need actions
Fight for your beliefs
Because dreams make life colourful

The living are hopeful
The dead are history
Dream big..

Rejoice if you are living
For dreams keep you shinning
Hold on to your dreams
The world will break you
But if you believe,you can conquer your foes..
Dream Big

The road to success is filled with struggles
No matter what it takes
To acheive your dreams
Never give up
hope is not lost
Because the living are hopeful
Dreams are ticket to paradise.........
Dream Big

The human race lived together happily
Until race,religion and colour broke us
Convincing us to believe we are different and superior than each other
Trully....
We are different in colour
But one people
We believe in different religions
But there is only one God with different names
Different race...
We all make up mankind
We are here for each other

Traditional poetry has rhyme and metre
Which determines the way it is composed
These features make it a simple matter
In distinguishing such poetry from prose

A lot of writing now is in free verse
Where the main focus is on the content
The thing that now really matters the most
Is true capture of the poet's intent

Some free verse strive for a sense of metre
By carefully managing line layout
Some focus on painting a word picture
For that's what their poetry is all about

Prose rich in sentiment and imagery
Can also be rewritten as free verse
Would it then be described as prose poetry
Or should it be labelled poetic prose

What new poetry forms will the future grow
It's time alone that will give the answer
For poets may come and poets may go
But poetry shall continue forever

Beauty is like the flower of the hills
Even a desert shall rejoice and blossom
When it shall blossom abundantly
And rejoice with joy and singing
Being rooted and grounded in love
Just like our faces made of fleshy masks
Beauty is like the flower of the hills
O'er bare skin earth it so clothes
The hardy grasses of the field
Growing in clusters the purple Irises
Bending their long slender necks
So graciously above the shelter
Of the grasses that surrounds them
Beauty is like the flower of the hills
What is left behind after the storm
When a rainbow will appear
Cast below the drifting clouds
Floating in graceful abundance
Just before the sun does set
Beauty is like the flower of the hills

silent shadows running thru the fields
Silence molds the clouds all day

silent moonlight bounces through the trees
Silence skips across the lake


...and when my heart is with you Lord
its shield breaks, Oh how it breaks
in the most tender way.


silent snow flake falling like a ghost
Silence swings low thru the gate

silent stones gather no thoughts
Silence gives my heart away

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When heart and head, do not blend
Causing heartache, whether with a friend,
lover or colleague, a wound remains raw
Due to hurt, another may close a door.

Over time, pain may ease even subside
We must be ready, without pride our guide
As sometimes it's best, to turn the other cheek
Forgiveness is no weakness, if a smile you seek

We are all different, some will in time let go
Of grievances incurred, with kind words sow
Others however cannot, put the past aside
Instead feelings of injustice, they will ride

Of givers and takers, we encounter in life
Some you will notice, do not dwell on strife
We are all different, cope in different ways
I'd rather spread honey, than vinegar any day.....

The wear and tear of my past experience
has ravaged my spirit, body and soul
Now my life is a mere shallow existence
with a deep longing to be made whole

I was caught in the beauty of your charm
and savouring its full pleasure was my goal
Now I experience a deep sense of alarm
at the loss of my feeling of control

But with my own inner resolve and firmness
and the strength I can get from other avenues
I must overcome this sense of helplessness
and move on to live my life as I choose

The phoenix bird burns itself to ashes
whenever it becomes worn out with age
And from those ashes a new phoenix arises
and starts a fresh life cycle on a new page

Scorched and burned by my actions of the past
and having learned from the anguish and pain
I also will rise from those ashes at last
and move on afresh with my own life again

If only did I know I had just week
Before death holds me in its cold embrace,
Before the black palette of the Beyond
Paints mourning funeral colors.
I would embrace then worldly sun
And let it burn itself, burn up,
I’d open breast of mine wide to the rain
That would be pouring down on me for this last time!
I would then call on motherland’s all sites,
Press me against King David's grave,
See for last time high towers of the Svans
Now crumbling, almost falling to the ground…
I would then climb on bold cliffs on all fours
And kiss the land, feel fragrance of the soil…
It’s as it seems the only time
When the Eternal I would ever feel.
How could I ever leave this place
Without a child that has been torn off breast,
I would go see Abkhazia, dear land, and
In the thoughts I’d thwart the foes’ attacks.
Back to the capital then I would make my way
And feel the breath of old town once again,
I’d kiss its walls, such spots, in which
No soul would even wish to live…
I would then gaily stroll the streets,
Little hands I would be seeing stretched to me,
I would then take them into mine and say:
“I will protect you against killers, evil spell”.
How would I act, if I had only three days left?
Pay visits to the hearths of all loved ones,
Fondle them, embrace, and open heart,
Repent for all the wrong I’ve ever done,
Beg to forgive for whatever I’ve said,
For what I’ve failed to say, for being what I am:
“If I did something wrong, I didn’t mean offense,
There’s never been such thing as sinless man...”
Should our Lord so gracious me permit
Each poem that I’d write would be a gift to each,
A fragment there would be of force I feel,
That has embraced my heart for all the years I lived.
Much feeling, sympathy, a warmth, caress,
There’s nothing else that I could offer, friends.
The part of soul that has survived the death
Is what we value all, regard as best.
And then exactly one day prior to the death
I’d go to place where Lord our dwells,
And take communion… then of my life repent
In no more than two simple phrase.
And in the evening when I am back home
A sadness would take grip on me and hold,
Then I would wish I had in store more days,
If such predicament as this I overcame.
For my dream’s nothing more than a name,
Deeds of honor salvation to gain!
I would hate being dead in a way
That of wishes mere dreams have remained…
I would wish that my Lord should tomorrow
Send salvation Messiah to me…
So that I should fulfill debt of honor
And then die in a way us befits.
Then I wouldn’t feel much regret,
Only pain would then silently flash
When confronted with death’s evil eyes
When the silence absorbs soul of mine.

A woman is God's gift to man
A priceless part of today's society
A woman is a symbol of equality
As their abilities in many ways
Outweigh that of man.

A woman is able to bare children
As they dare the man to do the same
A woman's work is never done
Raising children until they are all grown up
All the things a woman achieves
They are never accepted as equals
In a male dominated world.

Maybe some time in the future
The women will be recognized
For all the talents she has acquired
So she can receive the dignity
She rightfully deserves.

Author: John Ginesi
Written: 29th September 2018