Last Commented Inspirational Poems (4,949)

Man sifts the earth of
her precious resources..
By sweat and wisdom shall
knowledge be gained..
There must be a word for
the spirit that compells
man to forge onward but
perhaps the word of that
spirit chooses it's
habitation in a vanishing
wind..
And so it is..
And so it is..
An enquiring mind is seeking
for a self revelation.. a
revelation that will connect
all things to itself..
But man is things of flesh
and bone..and he is things
of spirit..
He is bought with a price and
his being is a loan against
time and space..
It goes to the Universal Banker
to recall that loan to dispense
interest's against love or hate..
And so it is..
And so it is..
So, I take the thoughts of my
soul and I must choose whether
to invest in a vast real estate
of vanity..or to give away myself
that the sojourner may feed upon
my crops with no visable profit
to me..
I choose to be yours and lose all
things to myself..
I choose to be..Soulfully Yours~

There's day besides night,
There's joy besides the ecstasy of sorrow,
And a white rose has a black shade ...
And love is hollow, didn't you know?

Stars too become extinct at times,
The sun - it dies but only once.
Suspense of happiness is boundless, my friend,
What matters is the Path - though few can comprehend the end.

... A clever man attempts to gain much knowledge,
Wise man is bold enough to get to know himself.
The loving ones are those who do believe in wonders,
For once upon a time they tend to realize.

At midday, while in half
daydream, a sentiment,
some mystic intuition,
tapped on my consciousness..
And as quickly as it
appeared it fled to
the unknown..
This voiceless thought
sank like a grain of
sand in the ocean whose
meaning I must tease
to the surface..
But, alas! I cannot
penetrate the debths
My discernment is
but a paper key in
an iron lock..
Yet, this unannounced
messenger would not
founder in the deep,
but resurrect as it
were in a multitude
of voices..voices
muffeled by our
hidden shame..
I bowed my head
and in humble
request enquired
of this inner
stirring..'Who
are the objects
of our shame?'
And out of the
debths of the
timeless deep
came the reply..
'We are futures
children wailing
for our inheritance
for it is not..'

How and when, all the crazy
Nonstop flying like
Strings like Rain
Came from the old
Tired and worn out
Disappointing roof of mine
My head is dizzy,
Can`t my body stop shaking severely
While I am wrapped
While I am taken away
While I am dragged into reality
By the Iron Man of life?

This Blue Train

tasting the sweet rain tracing down my face...
unitelligible sounds and benign utterances break the silence...
i watch the blue fog slowly move in,
penetrating each and every glance of mine eye...


the blue train slowly passes by ~
soon to chase away the distance between now and then....
acquiring rights of an assumed passenger ~
warming my feet within her cabin's frame,
passing in review before her porters and residents...I ask...

what will they see of me?

who will i let them see?

not me...

not now...

i want to ferry the passageways incognito....
empty and void is how i feel,
still warm to touch,
but too cold to feel...

like this blue train...

like this choking blue smoke...

like the blue cloak of the morning fog.

meloncholy is my mask and mood,

just now...

on this blue train.

gm sexton

From the plush grape fields
you come to me
You fill me with intoxication
You drink my reason to the
last drop
You strip me bare and consume
me
You are vintage desire
You are soul wine~

they come in many shapes and sizes; you call them friends, but the things they say about you behind your back, would never win any big prizes!
always take your time to know them when you meet a new rat; never, tell them anything secretly unless you would like it to be printed in your hometown weekly! I could never be a rat cause I live with wonderful cats, and they would throw me out in a heartbeat, making the rest of my life incomplete! I would rather be around four legged rats, which I can kill easily with poison or baseball bats! welcome forever; heavenly cats! farewell; two legged rats!

I’m not alive, I wish to come to life,
Once more night shades have covered ground.
And dream, a golden dream of mine
Like angel will fly back again and settle down.

Or what did yesterday I feel, who knows?
Winds yesterday messed up my hair.
It’s snowing, now in my soul
A silence reigns again and bliss is there.

A glory to behold!
Tonight the maidens of
Cafe Castle will regale us
in their extraordinary
attire!
There was Odette in her
seductive leather skin
with slits down the legs
Pinkpoetress in her white
satin gown with roses for
a crown
And Lucy in a dress made of
rattlesnake skin with a hiss
to excite the crowd
Marikia in her jaw dropping
sea shell attire with the
scent of an ocean breeze
Thelma graced the scene
wrapped in rose petal lace
Niah came in celephane coulors
enhanced by crystal ball light
Breathless was just breathless
in candlelight tights
Paloma floated in on a carpet
drapped in rainbow colours
Itchy came with a gypsy..his
name not disclosed
Quietstorm slipped in riding a
panther with green eyes like
magic dust
Vyolete rode a white stallion
playing a violin made of candy
Dordeen was carried by knights
adorned of shimmering gold
Lady Morgan wore colours of the
mystic forest
Jeddah rode a lion and she was
to hot to handle
ReaderofSouls came in ivory tusks
carved to fit a queen
Amahlala flew in on an eagle with
the moon in her hand
HappygoLucky came dipped in chocolate..
we'll tell you about that later
Agnata was the tulip queen of midnight
foggy dreams
Maxeen held the key to the magic kiss
and rode a pink swan
Beautifulyou melted the castle gates
with a breath of sensual charm
Redex came as a warrior princess
ready for mid-knight love
Jazzy sailed in on a hot air
baloon tossing roses to the knights
Cloudysky debarked from an Egyptian
ship..with bubbles from ancienct skys
And all the other maidens filed in
one by one..
It'll be a night to remember..Oh dear
what have we done!

What can I give to the break
of dawn that it lacks of a
brighter morn
Where lack the gifts to the
blackest night that a million
stars adorn
How has my hand held the sun
and moon and kept them in
their place
By wisdoms joy has this heavenly
garment been sown in love's
sweet lace~