Last Commented Inspirational Poems (4,952)

Where there is love there is life where there is life there God where there is god there is faith

She was just a lass
Of maybe fourteen or more
But there was something intriguing
I could not ignore
Twas the shape of her eyes
And the way her brow lay
What nationality was she
How could I say
Her skin was fair and fine
Her hair black as night
Freckles on her face
Threw me off to the right
Just then a lady sat down
And reduced my frown
A dead ringer for the girl
But two generations down
Small and petite
And not the same shape
But eyes said it all
They could not escape
Definetly Asian
For that I am sure
Beautiful eyes
And that Worldly door...........

Give her a chance
Don't just take a glance
She could be the woman you have been searching for
Open the door
Never ignore
Watch her eyes as they dance around
Whatever you do don't let her fall to the ground.
Give him a chance.
Take a good look
You can read him like a book
Look In his eyes
Say hi
Don't let this chance go by
You'll never know when you have the chance so
Ask he or she for a dance
Don't make each other cry
Make him, laugh
Make her giggle
Don't give him or her the shaft
You'll never know if you don't try.
He or she could be your
King or Queen.
This could be the dance of a lifetime.
Given a chance.

Look at me , looking all around,

My mind is in a dazed phase;
Unstimulated even by sound,
Like being blind in a Haze.


Nothing seems to give interest,
Like a drunk man with no goal,
Aimless meander with no rest;
Wasting time and rotting soul.

Much waste and unproductivity;
Using time to be useless,
Gradually flowing to insanity,
Everything seem fruitless.

Then a tall man came along,
He looked me strait in the eye.
"What are you doing with yourself?",
Said with a firm but loving voice.

I lifted up my head trying to think,
Said ,"Don't know" in a groan,
"Can I lift you up, O poor soul,
Come with me , to my home!".

I slowly got to my feet ,
What the hill, somebody cares,
Now I can get off this street,
With assistance up the stairs .

I must smell to high heaven,
Not washed near a month ,
Stains ,smudges, sodden,
What a mess , scum of the earth.

"Lets clean up", he said ,
"Leave your clothes by the door,
I'll wash them , you wear a robe,
After showering come and eat."

Cleaned Up, soap and shaved,
Feeling this good , a big change,
Made to feel like a new man,
Think I can break these chains.

"Sit down , here's chicken soup,
And a Grilled cheese sandwich,
I'll make some nice Chai tea!,
I'd like to talk about your life ".

Me too!, thinking such kindness
Given to me in lovingkindness,
Feeling that God is good to me,
An Angel came to set me free.

"What happened to you ? Tell me,
How you got into this state?"
It be six years since being fired ,
Lost all I had , house, wife left.

Got so low ,cant get back up.
It's awfully dark in this rut,
Cant see a light looking ahead,
My feet all stuck in dark mud.

Echo sound, from every turn ;
"Sorry, cant help you !"
So I keep on waiting, looking,
Asking for work that will pay.

My bed on grass or cardboard,
Shiver till morning light.
Dreams of family warm hugs,
Now only ugly world comes.

I know there's a Good God ,
But I don't feel Him around,
Life got so hard on this sod,
Hoping for hope to be found.

Good Sir, Can you give me help,
That I might find something
Good that I can cling to...
(Asking with my desperate heart! ).

"Yes, O Soul." with tear in eye,
"It is love and Hope you seek,
Something that cant evaporate
Like earthly things
that crumble and change
With greed and pride.

I'll point you to the happy Way,
A place that is not easy to go,
But you must sacrifice a lot,
To gain this wonderful abode .

It won't be got with wealth,
A trade deal with commerce,
Or making yourself a good person,
Cause it cant ever be earned!

That's because it is Spiritual,
A Way that is only gotten by few,
Because it is entered by the humble,
The heart that is made anew.

If you want all the hurts and
stains of earth to be gone ,
Even sins that keep your heart
From being free of guilt .

Then you need to turn to the
God of the universe !
He has something good for you,
From the treasures of His purse.

All you need to do is Trust
His plan He made for every man .
But you will need to be Humble and believe ;
The Gift to be received .

God made it by way of His Son ,
who came by promise of His Word ,
Who was born a babe of a Virgin .
Then become the anointed One ,
the Lord !

This Gift comes from heaven,
when the Holy Spirit ,
Causes conviction in the guilty heart,
And you only see the Way of hope ,
Written in His Word .

Yes , that's the Gift ,
The sacrifice that Jesus
Gave on the cruel cross
By shedding His Blood ,
For the remissions of sins!

All you need to do is be
Humble before Him,
And confess your sins,
Asking Him to forgive you.
Then you will escape judgment.

Ask Him to be your Savior,
and He will save you
And make you free.

He is the only one
That can save
And make you free,
And give you a new start
In heaven and this earth too!"

It all made sense to my mind ,
what I'm seeking all the time ,
I'll stop trying

Breaking barriers
Misunderstanding
Can not impede
Movement
Through the cycles
What spills out
Improvement
Moving past
Being stuck
Second to last
Ascension
Into higher realms
Worthiness
Fills the void that
Emptiness
Once occupied
Respecting and
Understanding our
Uniqueness
That orders
The Universe

she was crying
in the sea
unloved and worn
she spoke to me

her heart and boards
were long ripped out
her diesel engine
left in doubt

yet I heard her
heard her true
in her estuary
of blue

mud it held her
held her fast
a defiant finger
for a mast

porthole eyes
that saw the years
open sores wept
salted tears

the odd bewildered
passerby
would enquire
of me "why?"

this dishevelled
bearded man
eating something
from a can

yet twas she
who rescued me
with my work
upon the quay

less days
to think of you
my retro thinking
hours few

I slept and ate
upon her deck
I found a haven
in her neck

and I lifted her
that year
out of wet rot
out of fear

I spent everything
I had
removing varnishing's
of sad

a friend helped me
with her coat
a rising tide
helps every boat

I thank the thousands
that walked past
who saw her place in life
as last

they failed to stop
and read the the signs
and saw no beauty
in her lines

You must have a hope
To inspire you.
You must have a path
To pursue.
You must have a object
To work for, a plan
And a purpose in view.

You must have a some direction
Or lost you'll go drifting along.
You must have faith to guide you,
When life holds no light
And no song!

You must have a stake in the future,
Though swiftly the years may depart.
You always have something to live for
If you have a dream in your heart.!

What is the meaning of a beautiful mind?
A rarity of beauty simply thoughtful and kind
A Concerning voice for all the worlds ill
A desire to be heard neither quiet nor still

Never a word spoken harshly, or with malice
A white ivory tower set in a crystal palace
Impulsive thoughts to settle all the wrong
Speak up! Don’t dither! Resounding, strong

The purest love for all things living and born
You have your right to exist, it will never scorn
A saving soul for a blue beautiful world
Battered by mankind with their greed unfurled

We see the blood flow from your questions
A haemorrhage of concern seeking suggestions
Neither ceasing nor resigning from your quest
A determination of steel to seek out our best

A beautiful mind never demands exemption
Just justice imploring us our redemption
Never hiding from truth, demanding the facts
Moralising without impunity, never ceasing in acts

What is the meaning of a beautiful mind?
A caring person requiring us our bind
Fighting for right not fearing exclusion
A statue of Liberty with no illusion

In the fire light he looks across the flickering flames
Safe in the shadows he wore a smile
priceless is the treasure he saw
Oh you can say
He is in awe
Well who would not be
Has another got the treasure
I ask thee
The boy he calls son
The daughter like the mother
Oh tis a beautiful sight
That is a miracle to any one
Close the eyes brother
Praise the lord
And bless the sight
Distance is the angels
That memory hold tight
Mother lover best friend
Oh tis none can replace
Imagination of no end
Days come and go
Yet each morning you see her face
Each night you know
Her breath holds your heart
Her tresses fall across your chest
Her body is your other half
Something you won’t hold in jest
Because as the sun surely from slumber lift
Words of a poet won’t salute
The lords precious gift

After thought ,
Treasure her love her devotion
Respect her mind body and soul
You a mere male
Have no words of the notion
As you read my tale
The blessing of fate
The wonder of gods goal
When she walks at your side
For that is your shadow
The dignity that won’t pale
Thank you for reading my words
Because reality is her dignity and respect is the blessing we mere males can only repay
The mother of our children
The friend who shares
The worldly path we travel q

Life a tunnel, with echoes, darkness and light
Experience shadows, when things aren't right
With hope, we wait dark times to fade and bring
Good times, in sun and shade, allow echo to sing

Sometimes we want to hide, lick our wounds
Other times singing along, to favourite tunes
Whether straight, or curved, we forge to seek
What life has waiting, so we can take a peek

Keep ourselves dry, during storms we encounter
In wind or worse, we struggle so not to flounder
We must remember, attitude can see us through
Think each step carefully, we wisely aim to do

When life gets bumpy, accept experience you learn
Never rush ahead upset, or bridges you may burn
Maturity brings dilemmas, easier to cope when not young
Life's learning curve, if feeling trapped...self-preservation shouts......
RUN.