Most Commented Inspirational Poems (4,948)

When I need reminding
of the love of my Lord
I watch the sunrise...

Thy will be done
my Lord
you only assign burdens we can bear...

My Lord
breathe upon the
poor gray amber of creation...

Turning to radiance
disconnect me from my past
I will never seek it again...

When everything seems down
my Lord
I will look up...

WHEN I WAS A LAD,I WAS NEVER SAD;FOR MY MOTHER, TRUELY LOVED ME!WE"D LAUGH, AND PLAY , AND SING SONGS ALL DAY; MY SWEET LIFE, WAS NO MYSTERY!NOW; I AM GROWN, AND SO FAR, FROM HOME; ALTHOUGH, LIFE, IS NO GUARANTEE;I PAID THE PRICE, AND THE SACRIFICE; NOW GREAT THINGS, ARE IN STORE, FOR ME!OH HEAVEN MY HEAVEN; MY POETRY MAKES ME FEEL FREE;I JUST ADD THE MUSIC, AND THEY BECOME SONGS; TO BE LOVED; FOR ETERNITY!

Inside the faded walls of an old used bookstore
Those old walls speak and all the stories they tell
Are silently set among dusty shelves and a unique smell
Written upon historic old paper, black ink with copyrights
Enticing the imagination to soar and take flight

Filled with many treasures of ancient lore
Nothing compares to an old used bookstore
Whether in London England on Bell Street
Or Scotland's Books and Beans in Aberdeen
Stepping through the door, another era you greet
That magical atmosphere of being in another time
Is very intoxicating and completely prime

This is a world of unbelievable treasures galore
Inside the etiolated faded walls of this old bookstore
You’re given over to the distinct musty smell, sight and touch
Eyes widen as you search through the books you crave so much
As you patiently move among the rows of old wooden shelves
Passing, you gently nod to the erudite people within
Your excitement starts escalating and you begin
Meticulously seeking a book, as you delve

You’re searching for a lost book about the British Luddites
An important movement beginning in circa eighteen eleven
Ending in eighteen sixteen it began the dialogue on “rights”
Concerned with “elimination or subordination of the natural world”
You begin thinking “we’re out of control in a spinning whirl”!
You find supporting philosophies penned to make the world better
Among them Borgman, Ellul, Dreyfus and Martin Heidegger

You wince and think, “how did this knowledge became so downtrodden”?
All the writers pleading, trying to inform and intellectually broaden
Uplifting words to stop the loss of indifference of our awe and wonder
Scholars of old teaching the importance of understanding and seeing
In a modern world of consumption where people are just dismissed
Now put aside, asunder, lost and buried, forgotten and sorely missed
Warnings in the writings coined the “Abandonment of Being”

Inside those faded walls of an old used bookstore
Is a lost world of dusty treasures passionately meant to implore
Educate and inform disseminating timeless information of the ages
All found within the old and fading paper, ink and copyrighted pages
You’re at home among the young and old seekers and scholarly erudite
Thinking of your day spent turning up information on the Luddite

Your senses reminisce as you inhale the smell and note the atmosphere
Time to go, purchase made, treasure in hand now thoughts of reading near
Afternoon well spent, you hesitantly push open the heavy wooden door
Stepping into street of concrete outside, you silently disappear
You know you’ll come again to feast on timeless wisdom and more
Waiting within the faded walls of the old used bookstore

Oh Great Spirit guide my life please
Make me the person you wish me to be
Your great love is all I need
Dance to the beat – Dance to the beat

Please make my paths smooth and clear
Watch over my loved ones that I hold dear
Provide them with everything that they need
Dance to the beat – Dance to the beat

Please bring peace to all and stir us from war
Everyone – not just far away – but also next door
Show us that all lives matter to thee
Dance to the beat – Dance to the beat

Your spirit dwells in each heart
The body and Spirit never apart
Whatever is done to us is done to thee
Dance to the beat – Dance to the beat

Oh Great Spirit as the sun sets in the sky
And the darkness of the night goes by
Please watch over us all as we sleep
Dance to the beat – Dance to the beat

Tired from my climb out of the water
I crawled onto a lily pad
Trying to balance with a little totter
Feeling more than slightly sad

I had left all my friends at the bottom
Nature telling I needed to leave
Yes the view up here is awesome
Although leaving friends I do grieve

I made a promise I would return
But wait – my body is changing
I need to tell them what happens up here
I now have wings and am flying

I am now all these beautiful fluorescent colors


I need to return to tell the good news
But all I can do is skim the water in flutters
Look up – lookup through the water and peruse

We come from the bottom of the earth
Then are called to the surface
Going through a transformation and rebirth
For a whole new life and purpose

Look up – look up above and see
God has given us a new body in life
Look up and see how beautiful you will be
You will leave the darkness too and arise

Lightning flashed in the sky
Causing her to utter a frightened cry
Thunder followed with a roar
As the waves crashed upon the shore

It was night and very dark
She shook and her heart was beating hard
Feeling like a small child again
She could hear her heart over the wind

The storm began to wane
There was no more sound of rain
The clouds began to clear
Low on the horizon the moon appeared

But wait – there was a bright white arc in the sky
Looking up at the dark as a background with a sigh
She knew at once the arc was a white rainbow
Lighting up the sky with a bright white halo

Feeling blessed to have seen this rare gift
She went out and watched it from the cliff
Knowing she was no longer alone
For her Father’s love to her was shown

A Mans hands are Strong and secure,
He shakes your hand with a firm grip,
He holds your hand and you feel safe,
He slides His hands behind your neck and your knees go weak,
He cradles a child and protects,
His hands explore and turn you to jelly.
A Mans hands are not smooth and soft, they have texture, they are sensual and sure, Strong yet gentle, they nurture and excite, protect and grasp.
A Mans hands are fasinating to explore and what most woman crave to feel.  
A Mans hands can bring out both sides of a woman with such ease if they are used in the right way.

I've felt the strength of
the runner who runs
I've felt the joy of the
painter who paints
I've felt the passion of
the singer who sings
I've felt the thought
of the thinker who
thinks
I've felt the emptiness
of those who hunger
I've felt the sorrow of
the prophet who weeps

My shadow stretches into oblivion
And the further I walk it lacks desire
Hope was never intended for something darkness would inspire
I've waited far too long to peel away this skin
Now with every step I take it falls behind
Releasing a part of me thats been buried below and deep inside
Somewhere beneath the flooding waters I've let overflow
Filling me until my lungs and eyes were full
This process may hurt a little, but to go on can prove to be a bit more difficult
So I hold my breath letting these old things die
Purging is essential for giving life to these tired eyes
Perseverance never fails to endure pain and in return death becomes a gift of life
Then with rusting pliers I pull out my teeth
A mouth full of choking blood helps to separate grief
Happiness should soon come after when there is nothing left inside to bleed
So as an empty shell I stand before my emptiness
And throw the remains of my body into its own abyss
Let them dead things sort themselves out, because my spirit wants to live
For this day and forever more
Then I drove a splintered cross deep into the ground
To mark the spot that my God showed me that everything lost can and will be found

*JJF*
5/2/2013

lets think on this and that
travel a twisted path or two
ponder on what if and should I
or could I, well, who knows what

its not given to most of us
to be able to glimpse beyond
or even to read a crystal ball
so we go day to day not knowing

I wonder at people who want to know
how much would we really change?
some I think would wipe clean the slate
others alter a few bits and pieces

for me I really don't know if I would
because at the end of the day
we are who we are plain side up
maybe if we meddled it would

change the future too much
stop so many important things
like our children, life without
doesn't bear thinking of

I think on reflection
that life is as is
the things that happen
are meant to be for a reason