Random Inspirational Poems (4,947)

For you, time traveler


From dust

awakened


as time

about it's self

bent


a first

murmur

touched the universe


animating the space

with a strange desire


to see the mirror



in the fall

the feeling was born


and the wind exposed

your breast


and the restlessness

that all this

is

a dream

nameless

suspended

J.G.

Five syllables here,
Seven here about season,
Five more here, then done!

From whence I came I know of nothing,
I do not know where I will go
In time when I'm consumed, in triumph
In glittering garden of my soul.

When I am full to brim with beauty,
And fed up with caress of rose,
When overwhelmed and tired of visions
My soul will beg me for repose.

I live as though a dance of shadows,
In dying hour of an ailing day.
I am full of secrecy of moments,
And charming goblet of red flame.

The world's disclosed all secrets to me -
The shade of light and brightness of the sun,
A flickering light of tender planets
In triumphant ether up above.

I'm not in search of ailing knowledge
Of why and whence I'm coming from.
I know of flare being there
Of star locked in a kiss with other star.

I know there rang divinely singing
In front of beauty's lofty shrine.
With holy flowers, white as virgins,
Entwined as visions caught in dance.

With ardent heart believing wonders,
With knowledge of the sky above.
No matter where I go and dwell in,
All things I'll cover in my trance.

All time alive, all time in power,
Engrossed in love with beauty's spell,
And rainbow of harmonic accords
Will light up kingdom of eternal rest.

when you see the spiralling
the burst inside your heart
the bubbling feeling screaming to get out?

the explosions to your heart that just wont quit
the breathing in the night
all i want to do is to hear your voice

our hearts grow
to be by your side
it wont never die
like the tide
allways rising

im what you want me to be
i can be the sweet sweet love

or the burning agonising hate?

wich do you choose to spend your life with?

Remember the feeling
The quickening pulse, and
spring in one's step?

When skies were bluer.
birds sang louder
and all was well with your world.

Will that, which was lost,
be discovered again?
Like a treasure almost forgotten,
barely recognised,
until the dust of time
and the debris of disappointment
are removed.

Revealing that precious thing
you had given up as lost.
Once re-found
to be cherished
for ever more

In life we pass through different and sometimes complex events that
reunite us at the end

Some things we experience will be imprinted forever in our mind
and in our heart

The love we shared , the things we said ,
all have one aim

Care and affection , and whenever it comes sharing the pain and lifting the burden together

For what makes a sailor - if not a storm ?

The rose we share is still in its infancy , but it will grow strong

With it the thorns will grow - and we will prick our fingers

But we will wipe out the blood and continue our journey

Our journey of love ...........


Marco - 1997

Late here the yellow rose upright,
portrays her guiltless spitit, perfumed dight,
unknown to man's dishonest deed,
where power and greed their ways suceed.

Thus silent here her fragrant days,
harmless joys that abound her blaze,
in company or in solitude,
colours soft the world so rude.

Musk-laden bright full scented power,
whose blossom court both sun and shower,
undaunted by thunder's harsh violence,
for love's her savior and defence.

Thus with proud, unafrightened eyes,
mock the terror of man-torn skies;
embalms beauty her exclusive page,
such blessed sight and quiet pilgrimage.

don't ever be afraid of losing your self
no ties bind behind a hidden wealth
only a pasture greener than before
just one step just one step more

a vastness awaits for all to see
but its riches are not monetary
here lies pleasure in harmony
nurtured in pastures free

no costs incurred no debt due
nothing gained by owing you
only a commitment to your self
never left wondering on the shelf

speak what words when you need
your vision there is but freed
friendship has no greed
in your hour in your need

i'll hold your hand when i can
help you with your life plan
as time wanders out of hand
seconds tick with no demand

take you time an think alot
memories you've ne'r forgot
choices are what we make
an honesty through hands that shake

you'll see reason from your past
with eyes that look an holdfast
allowing you to see what lies
a life of freedom an no ties.......

The graceful Sun
Shining with its beauty
Brings hope to the world
Shining in the darkest of times
Giving those without hope,
A light so gorgeous and pure
That can warm the heart
With a single touch
To bring those who are down
Into the light, and out of darkness
Allowing hope into their dreams
To give them an everlasting glory,
Of respect for themselves

"Goodbye England's rose", is one of those great tribute in song, that will live on. In it i feel the true pain and sentiments of someone; not a musician nor songwriter, but one who truely felt and reflected, the hearts and minds of many, around the world. Diana death was and is still felt, around the world. This year we had another occasion, to reflect on her life and remember her passing. Also this was the first anniversary of the death of the King of pop, micheal Jackson. We are all too familiar with this legend. Then of course there is John lennon. This beatle man stood out with his own unique style. Indeed like the other two, he impacted the world by caring and identifying with ordinary folks. So to all those persons who may have lossed that special person, at some time. Take heart. Let them know; please sing along: "and it seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind, never fading with the sunset, when the rain set in." Your candle's burnt out long before but, in my heart, you never will!