Inspirational Poems (4,950)

Within the darkness of my reflection
I saw all my imperfections
Memories of my past flowed ever so fast
All became shadows among the waters shallow

I took a walk within my deepest fears and I noticed my tears
Through the dark waters of my soul
I felt I was falling in an eternal hole.
Trying to breathe always in panic
I felt rather manic

Having no place to go forced to follow the flow
It felt for eternity for all I know.
Suddenly a small light pierced through the blackness of the night
As it grew larger there appeared to be an angel of light

Pure and beautiful was she in my sight
With silver wings ethereal and bright
She stretched out her hand as I reached for hers
She gently pulled me close to lift me so effortlessly as we both flew in a crimson sky.
High above the clouds there stood a temple covered in a shroud. I saw mountains and valleys below a river flowed but not too loud.
As we drew near to the temple I heard singing all around with such a beautiful sound.
I tried to ask the angel why she showed such mercy but, before I knew it I was taken into the temple as the shroud lifted magically off
as she led me to a loft.
I could see what seemed like all of the earth revealing it's beauty.
Suddenly out of cloud the glory of God shone like the sun
I could barely see it so brilliant bar none.

There all around him stood angels that seemed familiar as I began to realize they were every person I ever encountered while on earth.
From the time of my birth to the present I remembered all of the good and the hurt.

Every event every good and bad experience all the pain I caused and the joys great and small was quite overwhelming I asked for a moment to pause.
The angel who brought me simply smiled and assured me all is forgiven but, I had to learn to forgive.

The longer I continue to hold a grudge and project my anger everyone here in whom I love will be my judge.

The angel kissed me and I happened to wake up from what seemed like a dream. Yet, the realization hit me and I wanted to scream.
All I could do was cry wishing I could die.
Yet, that would only prove I still was unforgiving.
I knew what I had to do to start living.

The body does rest
The soul doth fly
Into the deep blue sky
The heavens open
Greeting you warm

The golden gates
They shine so bright
Peter will greet you
Into the spiritual life

Those we have lost
Now found again
Time has no meaning
For it never ends

In a single wink one morning becomes intrepid, so common is to be human! That we do not understand that time does not seek to crush your hopes, it is enough to know that we are the fruit of creation, mortality that defines us as an identity full of defects and that we do not know what we may consider according to our understanding.
Our existence simplifies the search but our vital chronometer teaches answers, however the reason "Why we are here" clings us to philosophizing indeterminate questions.
We are not what we speculate, we are distant from clarifying what it takes to procure true. Are we calculating a personalized imagination? Or simply chiseled by a pair of wings from where nobody belongs but which by way of conviction you almost manage to deserve, that precious place that exemplifies the eternal perfection where neither happiness nor love were created feelings have always been. There is no logic that designs these beliefs, escapes from a common sense that highlights the simplicity of our nature.
We are not aware of being, we are absent of having been.

The light does not radiate a reason when I feel lost, everything that comes to me is a disappointment without answer to a morning, because life does not give a signal when in the jungle my heart is lost? Because the candles are closed and the wind does not signal my victory, I have to surrender? I have to take another shortcut? Is there a place where a being that does not find peace finds forgiveness? I do not just believe I just let myself believe, because I know the truth, the one that transmits security and instills fear to know that I could never know, being a human rather than a living does not satisfy me for everyone, I simply follow the line that nobody can see or feel, that is my self, that's how yesterday knows me, and without knowing today or tomorrow I will not perish in the attempt to accumulate a spectrum that serves as an unknown to God.

I cannot feed multitudes with
a few loaves of fishes, but I
would if I could

I cannot still the tempest with
the wave of my hand, but I
would if I could

I cannot draw great masses with
my words, but I would if I could

I cannot give back to you all this world
has taken, but I would if I could

I cannot heal your broken heart, but
I would if I could

I cannot give you my faith in God's love,
but I would if I could-

I bathed
in the bowl of your sorrow
I swam
in the pool of your pain
I sang in the melody
of your sufferings
I danced in the world
of your complaints
I slept in the bed of
your confusion
I hoped that light will
beam in the canvas
of your dreams
and so....
I invited you to walk with me
holding my hand in yours
you accepted it with happiness
and for a while
strolled in the valley of joys
then...
the devil reappeared
who's presence
was always in your realms
darkness engulfed
and...
you are marked
and clutched
never to be free...
she....
had you dancing
forever
in her tiny, wicked little fingers.

if only I knew
I wouldn't have wasted
my time
letting you danced
with my heart
my soul and my mind..

But.. it is so over
And thank God..we are very done.
Amen.

You've touched my heart
with the sound of your
voice
I heard the love that echo's
from your soul
Now you've made a sound
for my heart to treasure
You've given me joy that
no one can measure

I live my life
as I walk the white line
while my faith is carried in my heart not my hand

I've a brother in mankind
as we all bear a life that's planted in our seed
I believe in the good
and the best
that a life can bring to our door

We can give to ourself
a future of means
in the way that we see what's in front of our eyes
every moment every day

Reach down with your hand
pick up your feet
walk in them soft

From inside your mind you can ask what you need
believe in the truth
of the need that you ask
and see it appear

But your eyes have to see
in your past to be sure
what you need, you deserve

If you think it'll come
then you may want to ask
is it what I deserve

Life comes in circles
there's a start to an end of the life that you lead~


~Bentlee~

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Thank God for music it can bring me from despair
And makes me wonder
If there is love somewhere

It can stir my soul move my feet
And even make me smile
It can bring back memories of when I was a child

Thank God for music a tender love song or rock and roll
And what about some country
That's made of pure gold

Beethoven had his day Mozart had his too
And their music still lingers on
Good things always do

Thank God for music he gave me this to sing to you
I hope it makes you smile
Like good angels always do