Random Inspirational Poems (4,947)

Rain . . .

Softly falling down . . .
each drop a symphony of sound . . .
as it hits the tin roof . . .
tap . . . tap . . . tap.

It can sound just like a sad song with a slow beat . . .
the kind that makes you daydream . . .
and feel sad and sigh . . .
as you think of what might of been or could be in your life.

Or maybe it is a happy song that brings back sweet memories . . .
tender thoughts and special smiles . . .
thinking of someone who makes your heart beat faster . . .
and your laughter ring with happiness and joy.

Or maybe it is a love song . . .
with sweet and soft lyrics . . .
tender and romantic and sensual . . .
that makes you think of dancing in the rain.

Only you can decide which song . . .
is the one you are hearing . . .
which music soothes your soul . . .
and which song you want to sing along with.

Sometimes, you have to choose a song . . .
and the choosing isn't easy.

Many creative thoughts arise
and some are often lost
as I struggle against
turbulent streams of lies,
my tender mind send shoots
still lacking of faith
my own power challenging truth
and beauty with poem and grace.
I long for that quiet pool
which peaceful reflection brings
about life and get honest
with truth from its source
at the beginning of all things,
bubbling up from the spring
of this eternal well of my being.

As human do
we tend to throw our emotions onto other
we let others take responsibilities for our actions
we crash and burn others with our stupid thinking
we are so hypocrite that we do not see our blindness
we close our skeletons in a secluded closet
Hiding all our treasured greed, hate and contempt
But on the outside, we design our closets with beautiful designs
wood from exotic lands, carvings from master carpenters
embroidery from the most outstanding weavers
we put on a show for all to see
those who wear rose-colored glasses
those who use binoculars
those who capture each passing moments with cameras
and then there are those who see right through the surface veneer
and saw what truly lies inside.......

Part of being a human being
Time when you’re alone
When you ask those questions
Does the grass look greener
Just over the fence
The sun is shimmering in late afternoon
Such is life in early spring
Wait and work all day
Just to see what life brings
Is it just companionship
That you most desire and sing
The most greatest achievement
To come home and be the greatest
In the eyes of those most dependent
What tomorrow will bring who knows
We’re just winging it tonight
So happy to let go of all that sorrow
Was a bird I just heard
A male robin in spring
Very determined in his call
To attract some attribute he brings
Let alone for all to cry
Of the earliest predators alive
Wings off at the mercy of time
When the earthworms shall move
And escape the late spring snows
That anyone of us will ever know
But by the courage you’ve shown
In each new step you take
Please always remember to
Look over your shoulder
You might think you be so nimble
You might be a perfect fake
But what really only matters
Between you and I is faith
Keep looking over your shoulder
For what you and I forsake
Will either bring us together
Or forever seal our fate

After two days in
the hospital the
patient couldn't
be recovered.
He passed in another
dimension and he
he let a note which
says.."sorry for misunderstandings".......

she gazes out across the field
to see what her mind may reveal
what memories will find there way
to enlighten her very day

a colour a sound a mood to see
triggering thoughts of what used to be
as she allows time to go back
what joys will her smile enact

back to where she once belonged
back to where her roots are strong
back to where her days were long
back to where her dream came on

ballet shoes and polished floors
chinese whispers behind closed doors
a shade of colour rich and rare
no need for ignorance or the glare

that’s when she learnt to bestill her sole
and use her body complete and whole
and define the beauty that lay within
expressing her dance with timeless grin

hard work and years of toil
deep contentment part of the spoil
but accolades soared high
rising the ranks with joyous sigh

till she reached the highest decree
representing country and her people to be
an amazing ballerina for all to see
but the girl from the country she will always be.........

i remember a time of grace the heart shutterd in this place existence of the calm a land of peace and angelic life force the soul was alive we loved every moment a time of grand development of dreams our hearts flutter in laughter we love we hope we dance we sing we dream

It was God who created the beginning of life
Since man arrived there has been nothing but strife
When the air was fresh and the rivers where clear
The birds and the animals had nothing to fear
Now even in those early times
Man was the one who was committing the crimes
They started wars, they fought and died
Though living in harmony they never tried
Man even tried to replace the horse
With the internal combustion engine of course
Which eventually led to the motor car
A shiny vehicle that would take man far
They split the atom, a shock wave was felt
If man played with uranium the planet might melt
Oh will mankind go to far
Or make a new life near and far.

Respond to call, oh my friend from afar,
Tell what is new, tell me please how you are?
I’ve been in no singing mood since long time.
My leisure’s unvarying, monotone one.

- It’s you, you alone, who’s to blame for this fact,
Look round and see that the spring's at its height! -
I hear the jackdaws so much like tradeswomen
Make hubbub so joyful outside in the yard.

What if I ran down, made straight for the yard
And scolded for din and for bothering us?!
But can I be bothered, should I make a fuss
Over things that in fact I don't care so much?!

Oh they, that's for sure, will shout me down,
With every good reason, and they will be right ...
See here and there the grass pushing up.
See streamlets so busily playing around.

The wind itself is acting crazy.
The ancient oak in sheer feeze
Has squared shoulders with a wheeze,
Bent on becoming green and glazed.

Let them the voices stay up nights,
Keep crying, ringing, blabbering much.
If I’m not ready, not in mood to write,
For me, I guess, springtime is still a long, long way to come.

Bring the light back to my hands
Show me a world that never has to end
Where do I begin?
We are given only what we can receive
A constant lesson before us to learn
When reality becomes deception
I ignore those who only recognize hate
You better be true
Walking down this road beside me
Life doesn’t have a moment to lose
While you play empty games

You think it’s tough now
You haven’t seen anything yet
There’s no time to waste
Beware the next step you take
Exposing the flaws we portray
Stop imagining us as the barrier here
‘Cause your turning hills into mountains
And the climb will be what fails you
Will this be vital to you in the end?
Staring down at the sight of
All the trivial holes you’re hiding in

Not everything is lost
Keep on testing what you come across
Stop turning thoughts into disaster
Take some silence and restore it
Close your eyes to the danger
Conquer your fears and seize it
‘Cause here too much goes unsaid
It’s never too late to renew
After all is said and done
The reflection will never be the same
You’re painting the line you walk across

Which way will it turn?
The answers are never yours
When we take more than what we’re given
The crash is more painful than the scars
Bring the light back to my hands
Show me a love that never has to end
When will it begin?
Life doesn’t have a choice to abandon
It only swallows the chance
Dive in and drown yourself in it
After that nothing will ever be the same