Most Commented Inspirational Poems (4,948)

Carefully peel back
the protective covering
layer by delicate layer
woven over and under memories
with the silk threads of time.

Exercise care not to tear;
thereby, avoid scarring
that requires lasers to remove.
Reach deep inside.
Slowly pull, with nimble fingers.

Once exposed, grab hold
of the core that centers.
Pull gently, rest, pull gently.
Establish whatever rhythm
allows you to reveal yourself.

Remember the tide how it rises and falls,
Let’s pray, pray to God that it never should stop,
It’s same as our life, in the eve, in the morn,
Its wheel keeps on moving, no time for a halt,
It’s same as the tide when it rises and falls.

You’re seeing a woman, you think she is yours,
Your heart’s full of loving, she's all that you want,
But sweet turns to sour, it seems you’ve been wrong,
You know, things just happen, so now she's gone,
It’s same as the tide as it rises and falls.

You’re lonely again, but you feel you can go,
You cling to old dreams that you cherished so long,
You cling to old work, to old friends, you just hope,
While months turn to years till you feel young no more,
It’s same as the tide as it rises and falls.

It can come very easy to smile when all is well
But harder to do and more thoughtful,when one has a sad tale they could tell.

To share yours with another, no matter, what is what.
Can brighten up their day and to them mean such a lot
To the stranger that passes who may be bereft, live alone.
To the one who may be feeling lonely, forgotten or burdened but doesn’t want to speak, to share or to moan.

A little smile that says hello
Can warm anothers heart, speak volumes in the silence
Say I care, and mean more to them than you may ever know.

What better time can there be but now to show we care..and a little smile can be how

Don't ask me what I see
In my dreams.
Because they
Are like the sun
Behind a huge cloud,
Like the wind
In an endless field,
Like golden wine.
There high in the sky
I can see
Unknown faces and beloved ones,
You also live there
In my dreams.
Enchanted eyes,
Wandering sparks,
Flickering thoughts ...
My dreams are like mist
They are not always clear.
But there i feel i exist
And I warm up in the alleys of spring
And you are always near
When I come back , I feel like i die.
I cannot explain why
I come back...
Dreams, dreams...

No one seems to know,
A rusty body sits in the dark,
Its owner sold to a stupid soul,
And now its story is being told....



If I was you I'll get her back,
Fixed her good and put on track,
She's only rusted and beaten down,
Got the spark to turn it around.



You guys used to race as one,
Aid by steady hands on a wild ride,
Another one bite the dust,
As you stormed your way past!



English pride that made you laughed,
Now You let her be and rust,
The times you spent with her together,
In good or harsh kind of weather.



But you left her in a pile to rot,
Came back saw and want her not,
Cause she lost her beauty and spark,
And not the lady who stole your heart!

I am just a common man with not much time at hand
And when i write its not for spite but more for demand
Every second of my day my senses work so hard
And if i don't channel them my thoughts return charred
I seek not acclaim for what i write although i sometimes do
I write to heal the memories and pay respect where it's due
This site has been a sounding board for all who find their way
That stumble on this corner with words they'd like to say
Its always been an open forum to choose to read or not
Some people have a way with words others time forgot
Self expression has a way to mend what needs to mend
From the depths of despair your life may now transcend
Or is it that you are lonely and need to interact
Nobody has a preference or reasons to be exact
All I know is what i see and even more of what i read
There are many walks of life that write their own creed
I am grateful to mix words with all who express their ways
The pleasure is in the giving of the word and the phrase..........

Beyond the window she did see
a field of green lie silently
the blades of grass cool view
within a purple yellow sea.

Through the field barefoot she trod
as tall grass brushed her ankles there
that purple yellow quilted scene
that was the glimpse of meadow green.

The dawn had only just begun
and not long too the rising sun
as one by one the flowers yawned
and opened to another dawn.

Her feet covered by fragrance there
the purple and yellow coat
flowers so colored fair
still and bright were everywhere.

The fragrant flowers open her heart
the petals are her moving start
inviting love to blossom there
the woman with the long dark hair.

Serene and still a fragrant air
she lay upon that yellow bed
and purple haze amidst the green
and beauty thus revealed a queen.



Comments

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Ladybee42 Waterford, Waterford Ireland
Thu Jan 13, 2011 4:03 PM WET
how cool serpico - this is a lovely verse from you!


Thu Jan 13, 2011 4:27 PM WET
thank you ladybee for those kind comments on the poem, much appreciated..

niah9 Hokianga: Far North., Northland New Zealand
Thu Jan 13, 2011 9:20 PM WET
Serene...sums it up for me serpico...great write...Niah


Thu Jan 13, 2011 11:25 PM WET
thank you niah for your thoughts on this poem..appreciate your additions..
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Posted: Sat May 7, 2011 1:28 PM WET

About this poem:
from my serpico12 files

Medals are for heroes
commendations for the brave,
courage and devotion
bravery, sacrifice,
flow in their veins.

We celebrate and honour
those who carry
such a life,
giving and unequalled
price often the life.

One man saw a need
stepped into the fray,
his life was exchanged
so we could slip away
he stood alone for us.

Blood was spilt
life was taken
we could escape.
Where is his medal ribbon
never had one

He died for people
to save them so....
Jesus was his name
a substitute who came

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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 3:20 PM WET



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SCatlyn San Antonio, Cardiff, South Glamorgan, Wales UK
Sat Jun 18, 2011 4:22 AM WET
Now this is beautiful. Lovely poem, Christian

thesunandthesea Bangkok, Amphoe Bang Kapi Thailand
Sat Jun 18, 2011 5:29 AM WET
THANK YOU MR. CHRISTIAN ^_______________^
Not only for writing or sharing this poem, but also for taking someone back to me.lol
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Redex Chichesters, West Sussex, England UK
Sat Jun 18, 2011 10:15 AM WET
Christian i am not religious but this poem without last two lines for me could stand for a lot of people down the ages.

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Sat Jun 18, 2011 1:27 PM WET
hi scatlyn why thank you so much for lifting one up, it's something i think is so true, and it's so nice to see you like it and appreciate it..here' s to the best hero of all...thanks so much..

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Sat Jun 18, 2011 1:28 PM WET
hi thesunandsea, thank you, been a while since i have replied to your poems, and scatlyn i see is back..your twin is on the air waves again..lol
thanks for commenting on this poem..i appreciate it and hope it was good reading..

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Sat Jun 18, 2011 1:30 PM WET
hi redex, thank you ..it was so nice of you to reply on this, as christians mostly do, and they are welcome, as are your nice comments, about the last two lines, christian or not..i hope you are well and really appreciate the time you took...
Redex Chichesters, West Sussex, England UK
Sat Jun 18, 2011 7:46 PM WET
thankyou christian am glad you took it as it was meant I just thought it suited loads of heros, as all your poems do suit for all
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Sat Jun 18, 2011 11:17 PM WET
thank you redex for the added comments. i always appreciate the fact you comment, and your work too is very good and has style.

It's in the way you held me
In the way you whispered my name
I felt love burn deep inside my heart
I shall never be the same

It's in the way my heart breaks
That I know my love is true
Your words, once gentle, so caring, so kind
My body still yearns for you

It's in the way the sunshine
Glistens the tears in my eyes,
And warms the seed of hope in my heart
As the grey fades to clear blue skies

It's in the way the sweet trill of birds
Sing their beautiful song
And I smile again, and my heart fills with joy
From this moment I know I am strong

Because it's in the way that I live and I love
That propels me to all i can be
A being of grace, of passion, of strength
A beautiful woman is me....

It seems we judge
so easily
passing thoughts
on others

Hardly stopping
hardly thinking
who gave
us that right

Self-appointed
moral setters
why do we
act that way

Judge not
simply understand
no sentence pass
from our lips

Dare to be
different in life
we are people
in a world of strife

Show a little mercy
touched in sympathy
as that person
could easily be me

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Posted: Fri May 6, 2011 4:39 PM WET


About this poem:
Just thinking about how it's easy to pass judgement