Stirring Poems - Poems about Stirring

... Psalms 113:3 (KJV) “From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same the LORD'S name is to be praised.” In his quiet way, touching, A kiss, a nudge, a whisper, Sof......Read the rest...

... Make room for the light – twinkling in his eyes, Music on fire, silencing the whisper of shadows, Restoring the wonder, the grace, the feelings, so brilliant Alive as the rising sun, who blend......Read the rest...

...I like my soup hot, fresh, cold but bone broth is the basis for what makes soup, soup. Not stones. Stones have no nutritional value. Throw me a bone and I’ll put in my soup. All alone. By itself,......Read the rest...

... Radicalizing Our Young Miracle Man 5/1/2024 The college protest problem, isn’t insurmountable. But a good first step to take, is holding activist accountable. They travel through......Read the rest...

...I had lunch with Randy, between classes today. It was a perfect day. The sky was an infinite, capri blue, the wind was stirring the environment, clouds were wispy and on high - in the fast lane where......Read the rest...

... Anger roars like a beast, all around The world cracks in crevices to fall into Hatred brews, stirring like a nasty stew Division rules across hundreds of miles We are in trouble, there is n......Read the rest...

...We dream, with eyes that pierce the veil, Hope paints a future, bright and hale. Beyond horizons, dreams unfurl, A tapestry for a transformed world. We light the path, where shadows lie, The......Read the rest...

...I like my soup hot. Slurping the edge of the bowl carefully So as not to get burnt. These aromatic words are better than any drug. But just as addictive ... with no hangover. Though sometimes it......Read the rest...

...The Flower and the Butterfly In the subtle softness of dawn’s embrace, A tender flower reclines upon her garden bed, Enshrouded in the veil of morning mist, Which caress her form like the softe......Read the rest...

...When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows, Soft golden hues dance upon the grass, Awakening flowers that sleep below, Whispers of magic in the air, as they pass. The world is still, wrapped in a ......Read the rest...

... When dawn drifts into charmed meadows enchantment fades with the shadows, drinking perfume from the night's air, stirring fragrance that lingers there. Faintest mist sprinkles wild gr......Read the rest...

...Maybe if I close my eyes long enough this will all just disappear. I’ll wake up to the eyes of God and his voice whispering in my ear. A dream, this life, can be so cold and cruel. A dose of aw......Read the rest...

...'nother heartbreak sorry I'm all red flags and warning labels ...yet she tried not all my fault but it's a pattern I think I might until I know I don't some brutal honesty I squirm free......Read the rest...

... In the cool of an autumn morning my father and his friend, Jimmy Kerin, would go mushroom picking in paddocks way out past the last suburban fence. I would tag along not to pick but feel th......Read the rest...

... I melt into the plural sky its rippling tableaus of tomorrow underneath open light waves see-saws the labyrinth like Delphi tendrils crossing channels all the changing faces played automati......Read the rest...