Inspirational Poems (4,948)

The wind whipped trees with fury
The thunder storm flashed
Like bombs of scorn
And you were lost and
Frightened crouched in
A cold cave with no
Hope
In the darkness of a
Forgotten land the last
Of your joy had melted
From your heart
You knew you would
No longer belong to
The land of the living
You felt the spirit of
Life had betrayed you
But you heard the
Sound of a voice
Through the pits of
The deepest darkness
I spoke my words to
Your heart..
"You belong to me...."
And nothing of this earth
Can snatch you from me
For you are my child
My beloved
And in my arms I'll kiss
Away your every tear
Because I Am the master
Of the sea
Your creator
The most High God

Praise to God

Cafe

And maybe, I from other century —
Where people trust in kindness force,
And where soul, and heart of the Person,
And his thoughts are always pure?
Perhaps, I from there where there is no pain,
Where understand sense of the word "honour",
Where don't play any roles,
Also accept all with what is.
Perhaps, I absolutely from other planet —
Where the sky blue, isn't present war,
Where souls appreciate more, than coins,
And people dream only color dreams;
Where children always have a father with mother,
Both warm house, and close-knit family,
There are no tears and a lie, treason and deception,
Family and friends don't betray …
… This world mad isn't clear to me,
Around fight where look.
Let say: in the sun there are a lot of spots,
But these spots from above, not inside.
It is very simple to clean the soul,
And each smog if wants.
To take, to change never late,
And to make up for all that wasn't in time!
I so want that life was lighter,
Heart and eyes shone happiness,
And people became a little kinder,
Also have learned to trust in miracles!

Love comes with habit, so doesn't happen,
Heart cold will hardly thaw.
It is unlikely on skin the shiver will seem,
Feelings come later is a lie!

Life without love doesn't bear miracles,
How many look in native eyes.
Not to find warmth for two in them,
Here even the reason was tired and has calmed down.

Here neither the caress, nor laughter will help,
If contacts of a morozna as snow.
Hands are others, dreams are various,
No, flowers won't blossom in heart!

How many don't think, the plot isn't fine,
Cosiness and comfort, and there is no love, alas!
It is simple to eat the person and not the,
As don't twist, he won't become native.

I do not concern myself
with great matters
I do not reach beyond
the boundaries of my
own understanding
The sun, the moon, and
the stars are born of
a wisdom to high for
me
In my moment of time I
pause to acknowledge so
much greatness before me,
and I am humbled to be a
servant of the most High
The wind whispers through
the trees and I listen
carefully to my spirits
voice
A voice that breathes
comfort into my soul
bidding me to stay my
course, for in a little
while..I must sleep~

Many creative thoughts arise
and some are often lost
as I struggle against
turbulent streams of lies,
my tender mind send shoots
still lacking of faith
my own power challenging truth
and beauty with poem and grace.
I long for that quiet pool
which peaceful reflection brings
about life and get honest
with truth from its source
at the beginning of all things,
bubbling up from the spring
of this eternal well of my being.

My heart is a small cottage
Nestled among the trees
It’s stone hearth lit by a fire
As warm as you please

May my love be enough
Keep you safe and warm
In a world sometimes rough
As a raging winter storm

Come inside and feel safe
A ship sheltered in the bay
Never lost nor misplaced
Nestled we in bales of hay

For on those long cold nights
When the moon wears a smile
Clouds and smoke and lights
We watch all the curls spiral

When that old north wind
Is all it wants to send
Be a chill right down your spine
A maker meet ‘is end

Only hearing what I’ve said
Be making ideas over time
Listen to only what is read
Singing like a wind chime

For our past is great as glory
Leaving nothing left behind
Let our children tell our story
With a smile brought to mind

(c) Yankee4You 2015

What has stopped loving - not a miracle.
That became the enemy - that wildly.
I have smiled crookedly.
Soul has couldn't stop shout.

Pitchfork has pierced in heart.
I didn't give a sign,
That has on the spot killed
Cruel offense.

In me there is no harmony now.
Melancholy viscous lava.
You were my joy.
You became my poison.

I bear grieves a burden,
And inspire in me nonsense
That time treats.
Well to dream not harmfully.

Unusable time - the doctor.
Not to escape from captivity
Melancholy. Soul cripple -
I have broken through a knee.

Dear Friend,

Stand Tall and Proud
Sink your roots deeply into the Earth
Reflect the light of a greater source
Think long term
Go out on a limb
Remember your place among all living beings
Embrace with joy the changing seasons
For each yields its own abundance
The Energy and Birth of Spring
The Growth and Contentment of Summer
The Wisdom to let go of leaves in the Fall
The Rest and Quiet Renewal of Winter

Feel the wind and the sun
And delight in their presence
Look up at the moon that shines down upon you
And the mystery of the stars at night.
Seek nourishment from the good things in life
Simple pleasures
Earth, fresh air, light

Be content with your natural beauty
Drink plenty of water
Let your limbs sway and dance in the breezes
Be flexible
Remember your roots
Enjoy the view!

I personally feel the game of tennis is the greatest sport of all
start young and play til you're no longer able to see the ball
A truly enjoyable activity conducive to keeping ones-self fit
as you learn and improve you'll become addicted I guarantee it

Many love just playing while others I'd deem serious 'Tennis players'
I'm a tennis player who relishes playing against those with EGO in layers
When stepping out to compete on court I never consider I can't win
for some having confidence in ones skills isn't arrogance just no spin

Tennis elicited numerous phone calls from people I'd likely never meet
rubbing elbows with doctors, millionaires, and politicians was pretty neat
My Mantra 'Actions speak louder than Words' I have and will always proclaim
that said... I ascertained many are much much better at talking a good game

Excelling at tennis takes Agility, Ability, and grasping the art of playing smart
it's also very advantageous to know every facet of the game by heart
The camaraderie I've shared with the 'TRULY' genuine people I'll not forget
that part alone makes tennis worth it's weight in gold from where I sit

Winning isn't synonymous with hitting hard... it's consistency and being clever
the aforementioned and more makes 'TENNIS THE GREATEST GAME EVER'