Most Commented Inspirational Poems (4,948)

You left your soul
On my chest,
I keep it there.

I hold it close,
It's my guest
I treat with care.

I give it food,
A tear, a dew,
I touch it gently.

It's feeling good,
It waits for you...
Get home safely.

Poet friends dance in
the palm of my hand..
Their heart songs drip
like star honey and it
is the season for
gathering..
I summon the March winds
to blow their bottled tears
to the master of the sea..
There is nothing left..
but love~

Rich this hour with precision arrayed,
a banquet of beauty in wonder displayed.
Hasten, evening's coloured patterns ply
a mystique and ever changing sky,
fanned by the flames of day's sweet play,
the crimson-painted canvas steals the sun away.
An embroidered pageant of golden waves that die
shall close to relinguish its bright ebamelled eye,
with fading light, time serving, subtle heaven use
to create the bouyant atmosphere of twilight hues
with coloured fragrance of evening's expance;
invite radiant joys that with extravagance dance,
such furnace passions, this exquisite fire
reflects life's beauty, that with tears shall expire
to time's unrelenting, fast quickening pace.
In trust, our eyes may kiss tomorrow's face,
but, should destiny's hand my hour so chose
within these closing rays my breath to lose,
happily so, for I've savoured what's rare,
the freedom of birth in England's cherished air.

The earth is love but
she has grown weary in her
tireless track through the
heavens
Ever spinning
Her morning face toward
the sun
Her evening contenance
turned toward the moon
Through endless night she
is hurled toward a banquet
of unreachable stars
She carries on her back a
restless humanity
A humanity who is dying for
lack of meaning and clear
destination
Turn on great one, turn on
For the spirit of life will
someday release you from an
inevitable decay
The children you've nurtured
will soon sleep in your dust
And you shall wake to a new
dawn where your precious leaves
of Autumn shall never wither~

Life.....Inside a box, or, is it two?
Wondering....Just which is which of me,
Who is who?
Brittle silence, the heavy velvet cloak of night,
The stillness....Massive,
Deprived of sight,
A....Different kind of dark....
Do you feel it too?

The prisoner's body electric misfiring

His current running oh so deep

The draconian decree issued at birth

Though a pardon appears unlikely

At this rather late date

His fans are legion

Quite rabid they are

They sway to his rhythms

Deem his koolaid to be just right

This noble youth has pluck to spare

His jailer's tear suspended in midair drop

A heart too big to be contained in his cell

A heart too big to be contained in this poem.

With fury they clash
All in attempt to victory
Well made in physique
In motion thus adrenalin
For here now to finish
All that runs the ego

In fist lies thy power
And in legs retain thy strength
For to swiftness depends thy motion
Thus thy head in calculation
Of thy next move

Hit me when you can
For I retain no mercy
Strike when hot
For no coolness to motion
Thus to last man standing
Our rules and our game

my heart goes out
for how you feel
nature's force
now does reveal
too close to home
too close to heart
too far away
for you to start
but your bloodlines
they are strong
and when things happen
or go wrong
you band together
and merge as one
from all parts
to get things done
united in spirit
also in voice
raising awareness
that is your choice
to lend a hand
and help your clan
those in need
with no demand......

When we are born we start the labyrinth of life,
when we are very young our parents take the reins
but as you slowly grow up it then becomes your
own responsibility, we have only two roads to take
but we nearly always make the wrong choice
a stumbling block through life, when we choose wrong
we find our self in a maze or labyrinth, we then have
to solve our puzzled mind and find our way out.
These are life's ongoing problem to make sure our
minds stay alert as we strive to stay on the correct
road to get to the next level of understanding, they
say you never look back, so the conclusion is to succeed
in what you are doing and pursue the impossible.
there is nothing impossible, however there are times
when they are improbable. This is the rule of the labyrinth
of life, can we rise to the occasion or fall behind at
the wayside. The ultimate test applies to all.

Many years ago when I was a child, I remember my
Brother going to the Easter Sow and bringing back
a show bag, it contained mainly sweets and
confectionary and also a small model of three
monkeys sitting next to each other the strange thing
was they all had their hands covering a different
part of the head, I found out later they were the
three wise monkeys who symbolised the three deadly
sins, see no evil, hear no evil and speak no evil, by
following these rules, people would lead the perfect
life. Even now I still remember back to that time
the three monkeys have since disappeared but
their memories and their message will live forever.