Random Inspirational Poems (4,948)

If you can not have what you want

Learn to want what you have

The devil holds the stirrup,
Gives the last a boost,
Opens the stable door,
And upon this world they’re loosed.

The first gallops on a white steed,
Armed with Artemis’s bow,
To cause nations to internally bleed,
And with poison arrows to deal the final blow.

Upon a blood red beast the second rides,
Swinging a fiery red sword,
Conquest his mission, to you I’ll confide,
That of the battlefield he will be lord.

Black as night the third appears,
With his set of scales,
To weigh starvation for the poor but not the peers,
And deaf to all widows and mothers wails.

The Grim Reaper follows all,
On a horse of light green,
Standing in the stirrups tall,
Calling all to follow him, that have his cruel face seen.

These harbingers are of the final judgement.
And for mankind are meant,
As the world balance tips,
The four ride out…….
The four horsemen of the Apocalypse.

Give me some attention
Let me enhance your education
Today there will be no dictation
Nor will there be any hesitation
I will talk with no abbreviation
Just give food for meditation
Minds are suffering starvation
Others have gone on vacation
Still some are here in agitation
Taking negative penitration
It is time for a realisation
My mind, your mind is an ammunition
That should be armed for confrontation
If it makes our universe a better destination
For the upcoming, dynamic new generation
We have many modes of communication
Many exotic modes of transportation
But what about the mode of transformation
This will take some determination
From every being in every nation
And here is something I forgot to mention
Many have put their minds on detention
Because they are afraid of action
It is time for positive addtion
And long past time for negative subtration
It is time for a united proaction
Stop the disjointed reaction
Thanks for listening this fraction
Of a what could be a long narration.

Tomorrow will bring you worries
Todays will fade away
You can make them disappear
Or you can make them stay

Some may fill you full of fear
Some you may just forget
The choice is yours if, when and how
To solve with no regret.

Tomorrow may bring you happiness
Or may even make you sad
Some of this you can’t control
There will be good and bad.

So let tomorrow bring what it will
And hope it comes along
Enjoy today in every way
Dance and sing a song.

Regret and sorrow
Sauteed in days of tommorrow
Heartbreak of this gilded sparrow
Bitterest cards of the Tarot
Character tempered by the hardest hammer
Striking me above the anvil
Knowing now there is naught that
Can now harm me for I have survived
The cruelest chamber while annealed
By fire of amber
Reject my love and shatter my soul
Transform my pain and leave me mute
You can no longer hurt me for all that is
left is pure steel and iron will
Arise free will of my heart and quest
The soul of a heart that deserves your strength
Thus I search for the soul that can not only
Make me whole but make me invincible
And yet with mercy and compassion
Thus a tragedy is transformed into
A soul that will serve me well
Instead of disdain and hate I now thank
You for your crushing words and ambivalence
For I will become complete and fortified
Step forward my love and embrace the
Heart of a Lion

Peace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
It will not ebb like the sea.

I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are fulfilled in you.

I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies –
You are my deepening skies;
Give me your stars to hold.

I’m happiest when…
I realize that you are real;
And though you know the care I feel
But cannot yet plainly reveal,
You still love me.

I’m happiest when…
There are no restraints on time;
All worry has gone from my mind,
And I have that ‘one-of-a-kind’
Experience.

I’m happiest when…
Nothing can dampen my mood;
Make me forget what is good
About what could, or should be
My Life.

I’m happiest when…
My hopes have been fulfilled,
And I feel as though I’ve lived
The day that was granted to me,
With purpose.

I’m happiest when...“all the stars align”. :-)

From the dust I came
and will rise again
reborn and reformed,
new ground to regain

To the dust
life sends me
in is trial and pain,
tough my spirit is bruised
it is not slain

In the dust
some see me
as yesterday's man,
but the mind of experience
has a master plan

Blow the dust aside
a new dawn is here
a new man discovered
for all to revere.

eyes are closed surfing your thoughts
ones in remember some in forgot
left toes dip in the water that's cold
sun sets a heat on shoulders exposed.

smoke from the wood stove rides frigid night air
snow laden trees travel distant wolves howl
babbling brook under clear sheet of ice
moon casting shadows and thoughts you think twice.

one bead of sweat drips off your nose
your best day in life, the one that you chose!

lay down on your belly spread the grass to help see
a field full of wonder a field full of dreams
plots getting thicker as days pass you by
gesture intense......a need to apply~

~Bentlee~

let me tell you some happy news
god, how i love the blues
i know i know it's unimportant
but it's a feeling i can't loose

i hear a singer talkin' up the booze
emotions awry, a feeling i excuse
she'll sing that song so sad telling
god i love the blues

guitar so loud it blows a fuse
them highway walks wear out your shoes
we've heard it before, eight bars or more
but god i love the blues

down the street guys slowly cruise
lookin' for love and a few tattoos
radios blarin' young bucks swearin'
god how i love the blues

even down with jazz on a street Toulouse
they sometimes play before they snooze
a song of woe, we all do know, 'bout
god how i love the blues

there's other sings and listening views
a single singer or duet of twos
belt out loud, make you proud
it's me 'n youse, wailin' the blues

notes straight from the vein transfuse
red blood for blues blood life blood hues
so many ways to pour out the heart
piano 'n sax, a mouth harp he chews

he set her up in a crafty ruse
she left him for a better schmooze
they all done wrong, and sing their song
god how i love the blues

every old timer's done paid his dues
gotten in a fix, a few thick stews
so many ways, we 'gain can says
god how i love the blues

with all the musical talent to use
soul rock or jazz sounds to infuse
damn fine song, won't take too long
to say god how i love the blues

© agoodguy2have 2010-05-08