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Details | Rhyme |

Heart of Inspiration

I wonder if Poe could have known 
That his pain would bring him fame? 
His words would become his legacy 
So the world would know his name 

Then there's "Romeo and Juliet" 
A Shakespeare contribution 
This was written centuries ago 
But it's still in distribution 

And what about this man named Frost 
Known for "A Road Not Taken" 
Did he know the fire he'd light inside? 
Or the hunger that he'd awaken? 

Then there's a man named Whitman 
Known for "Song of Myself" 
Did he know that these word's he'd write. 
Would be a treasure on someone's shelf? 

And Elizabeth Barrett Browning 
Said, "Let Me Count the Ways" 
Did she understand these magical words, 
Would bring her so much praise? 

I'm sure they'd love to see this day 
For it would bring them much delight 
They are the heart of our inspiration 
And the reason why we write 

Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2010

Details | Light Poetry |


Into my mind the letters chase All jumbled up, scrabbling for space Like naughty children in a race To see who gets the better place And who’s to choose from that melee And set them where they ought to be We hope the Muse will soon INSPIRE With words to set the brain afire

Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

Inspiration gone

As i stare at this paper
without words
it waits for me to write
so my feelings can be heard
inspiration came often
when we were together
words flowed freely
my pen
light as a feather

Fate has a reputation
of never being wrong
it takes destiny by the hand
and grips it forever strong
now this paper
which once was alive
quietly stares back at me
with dull loose leaf eyes
it mocks me
even dares me
to write words i couldn't speak for years
but, without you
the forecast calls for emptiness
with a good chance of tears

Inspiration comes from within
your smile always gave me my start
but these days my pen lay heavy
and so quietly broken
like a roadmap of your heart
for soulmates are rare
to let one go........even worse
now this pen and paper
who once were my companions
are now the very things i curse

So i put my pen down
and tuck the paper away for the night
and maybe tomorrow
just maybe
words i couldn't speak
i'll be able to write......

Copyright © Kurt Kohls | Year Posted 2010

Details | Imagism |


of sunlight-
enlightens the 

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008

Details | Blank verse |


Always fleeting,
you tempt me with beautiful words from nowhere,
convincing me they are my own.
In the corner of my eye, a Muse
& suddenly anything is possible.
You haunt me;
sending visions of dark ink 
flowing from poised finger tips.
Finally, i give in,
relenting under high expectations
& promises of genius.
Reluctantly, i put pen to paper
& find that you've moved on.

Copyright © Julie Forbush | Year Posted 2005

Details | Terzanelle |

Memoirs of Legacy

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Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart | Year Posted 2012

Details | Sonnet |

Sweet Inspiration

As if the words beg to float from my throat, But only spill with the ink of my pen; Only with nature's embrace and sweet coat Do I feel truth form in words and begin. Solitary confinement- I'll find peace; Only within, I can feel the soft hum . . With each stroke, and spill, a gentle release To nature's sweet music, pluck, and soft strum. Nature shall comfort, wherever I go; No matter the warm breeze, or the cold bite. . Caressed by nature, rocking to and fro' While I admire each beautiful sight. So now that no one's here to inspire love, I'll find it around, within, and above.

Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2012

Details | Limerick |

Inspiration Hibernation

What happened to my inspiration
Is causing me great perspiration
My mind is a blank
No one can I thank
For my creative hibernation

© 2013 Rick Zablocki

Copyright © Rick Zablocki | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick |

Inspiration In Life

Written by: Shannon Deane
Written:  June 21st. 2011
Contest: Inspired

If you can find me, you'll know where I am
Face in a book, quiet as a lamb
Matter not where I sit down
If I look like a clown
Writing for self preservation I am

Waiting for my star to shine 
For the world to know those words are mine
Two rainbows for luck
Praying I don't really suck
Sometime soon everything will turn out fine

I find inspiration in many ways 
Writing till the end of my days
The stars will align
Revealing sublime
Masterpieces never only a phase

Copyright © Shannon Deane | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku |


nouveau harvest moon

imagination taking flight

symbols in the night

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |

copy cat

Let me steal your thoughts, cause they are so close to mine
Can I borrow a pen and paper? Tell me again, what was that line?
I was feeling so unbalanced, with no source of inspiration to tap
then I heard about you, and suddenly my inspiration is back!
Maybe I should just quit writing, let you speak my piece?
I mean, you might just as well, you are so much like me.
I can relate to your words, like our history was the same.
And the way you break it down, girl you got my kind of game.
Ok, maybe you are right, I need to be original to my audience
but I'm past a blank slate, your words are already in my inner-conscience.
So I'll keep on reading yours, cause I enjoy it when I do
I'll stay true to me, but might lend a phrase or 2.
So thanx for sharing your heart, I appreciate it more than you know,
I give credit to you and I really dig your flow.

Copyright © morvarid farjadi | Year Posted 2007

Details | Haiku |

A flash of inspiration

Lightning arced the sky
Illuminating my mind
Nature's poetry

Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2008

Details | Rhyme |

Gratitude For Inspiration

-------------------------------------------(note:Re-titled *surprisingly due to lack of reads:(

I officially subscribe to your ingenious wordplay melee today. 
Enhancing waves in brains tomorrow, eliminating sorrow this way. 

The hot fire you've prescribed heals my painful condition.
Inspiring me with firing  your scrabbling ammunition!

Now and then we all have come across a piece of poetic perfection.
Your poem "INSPIRATION" gives due  cause for your work's  further inspection!

***a small dedication to a poet on Poetry Soup who wrote a poem which has me currently on a "Writing  Roll". I thank you for sharing your poem Margaret Linton Lassie! 
(NOW, someone please inspire me to type out this massive load of new poems!!! note: I write all my poems out on paper and post very few :( ~JoeY

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

Inspiration: our Daily Bread of Life

Inspiration is all around me.  It swirles in the midst of darkness and deceit.  
Blinded by dry tears...the deliverers of this blessed word find me when I know not what to look for or where...
I and my kind walk in circles looking for and end to pain, deceit, betrayal, unlove, uncareing.  We are looking...but not invane.  

When the circles we walk in seem endless take heart and know that it is not a downward spiral...  Keep looking and you will see...  
     (C)....Catherine Buchner    2012

Copyright © Catherine Buchner | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |

Beautiful Inspiration

Beautiful and inspiring is he,
Who sees the world through rose colored glasses.
If only he could see what I see.
His sight is clouded with unfortunate sadness and melancholy
He views the world from a birds eye perspective,
He sees the beauty of the world around him...
Yet true love and honest beauty,
Grounded in reality
He has neglected.
He soars on eagles wings,
Beautiful inspiration is what he brings.
Strong and confident is he,
Yet blinded by loves unsure indemnity.
A broken heart, the gift of his passion
Has left him standing alone...
My beautiful inspiration.

Copyright © Deeana Valencia | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |


Onion skin pages and empty windows
Repel us as much as attract—
Possess brief images locked fast in place—
Memory melded in faded photographs of thought.

We are things we once were—
Frozen kaleidoscopes of dreams
Cupping eyes and pens so tightly,
Casting free flaxseeds of imagination.

Still, sepia leaves seem white-boned
And open windows let in absences.

Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2008

Details | Haiku |


Words that are flowing
From a deep creative well
Grace all with Beauty

Copyright © Amy Frazey | Year Posted 2010

Details | Senryu |

No inspiration

No inspiration,
Just an eraser marked page
And an empty beer.

Copyright © Dylan Catalano | Year Posted 2012

Details | Limerick |

Inspiration in the Heather

Semaj and his American dove
Doing things they so dearly love
    Writing co-writes together
    As they lie in the heather
They fit like a finger inside a glove


Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

Details | Senryu |


my haiku moment

suddenly insight sees-

the wood from the trees

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lanterne |

'Rails of Inspiration'

Contest Name : Inspired
By : Wilma N. Neels

train moves me shape new thoughts right from the start tracks

Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2011

Details | Quatrain |

Inspiration at 3

Why does inspiration strike
at the oddest of times?
Why at three in the morning
do I start thinking in rhymes?

My best inspiration
comes just before dawn
and I scribble away
while I stifle a yawn

Can't leave it until later
the thoughts will have past
must get it on paper
while the moment does last

Sometimes it's a line
just a sentence or so
but I have to stay with it
when the ink starts to flow

Now I'm not complaining
that my muse takes a hand
just that it's three in the morning
is what I can't stand!

Copyright © Emma Mantle | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |


It comes almost as quickly as it goes.
But I know that if you feed it, it grows.
It is a brilliant spark.
A flash of light in the dark.
Nothing that I can see, touch, or hear.
Perhaps it has always been there.
Waiting to be brought into the light.
Waiting for wings to take flight...
Ready and ripe, to be cultivated.
Just willing to be motivated.
There waiting for me to breathe the life into it.
Prepared and ready inside of my own intuit.
Calling it to life, setting it into motion.
Created from a spark of my emotion.
Molded by my own creation.
Brought to life out of my imagination.
Blossoming is the seed I have sown,
Now it takes on a life of its own,
And it burns with light from my fire,
To go forth into the wide world and inspire.

Sarah Comstock

Copyright © Sarah Comstock | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme |

Looking For Inspiration

My Muse has gone.
Why has she me left?
'Tis not that I am desolate nor wan
But there is no doubt of her I am bereft.
Struggle and strive as I may,
I can summon neither image nor theme.
It must be that I have lost my way.
Let this offering serve as my silent scream!

Whither has she fled
And where does she hide?
Was it something I left unsaid?
Now I feel so empty inside.
In her has been my one  and only consolation,
Yet here do I plough a barren furrow
With little  or no hope  of any  propagation.
If only she would return tomorrow!

This I do not wish to be my swansong,
Rather that  my Muse may be dormant like Lazarus
Whose voice like the Phoenix  will arise ere too long.
Utinam exigam  monumentum aere perennius!

Copyright © denis bruce | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |


Tony Kushner wrote plays as a telephone operator,
Kafka wrote stories at night after working as an insurance adjuster,
Grisham penned court room dramas religiously for three years before
being published.

These playwrights and novelists and poets,
Lived a dual existence-

By day,
They lived an ordinary existence,
Maintaining a 9-5 or overnight shifts
While balancing obligations like
family, grocery shopping, taxes, rent or mortgage
friends, bills, lovers

At night, 
In their precious time-

They were on a lonely, thankless journey,
Only their desk, the lamp and their pen and paper/typewriter/computer
 as company,
Communing with their muse,

Creating, Rewriting, editing, repeat

Telling stories for the mere pleasure,  to satisfy an 
Incurable hunger for their words, thoughts, voices

To be expressed, considered, read,

Without the guarantee of money, fame, recognition or success..

I remember them when verse rushes through my mind 
like an angry, swollen April river,
That I forget the words as quickly as I conceive them,
or I compose long winded poems
with no direction, shape or grace.

I remember them when procrastination and writer’s block
Prevents me from writing for days, months or years,
or when I hear that my high school nemesis is a doctoral
Candidate in poetry 

I remember and thank them for giving my inspiration
To continue.

Copyright © Rose Losey | Year Posted 2011

Details | Sestina |


Inspiration sparks when
a shooting star crosses
the starry, twinkling Heavens,
revealing its gradeur, beauty and sadness;
and if we follow it to its destination...
where it will finally land.

Inspiration sparks when it is stirred up by a sudden impulse,
and to miss it...is to lose another literary gem to outlast the ages,
that's why I constantly glance and run after one faster than a horse...
when it is about to take off with impetuous speed;
just chasing that luminous trail vanishing in distance...
fills one's heart with an incomparable feeling indeed.

Inspiration sparks when
we allow thoughts of serenity
enter the occupied mind burdened by a plan,
not letting it aimlessly wander somewhere else;
and its search might be long or terse,
to rise above those ideas too ordinary.

Inspiration sparks when
the least we expect it, to bewilder us;
transforming our silence into a powerful voice,
louder than the roar of an airplane,
of the thundering sound of a volcano in eruption...
making many tremble without waging war. 

Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Poetic Creation

It sometimes amazes me how a seed of inspiration is translated into poetic 

Words bubbling 
like molten lava 
and flowing down a 
mountain of creativity. 

Ideas flashing into 
consciousness, like 
comets in the night sky, 
begging for durability. 

Imagination simmering 
in a cauldron of creation, 
par-boiled, and waiting 
patiently for deliverance. 

Verbs verbalised. 
Nouns nurtured. 
Similes simpatico. 
Metaphors metathetical - 

all awaiting translation 
into metrical form:- 
be it iambic verse, rhyme 
or sultry sonnet. 

An onslaught of inspiration 
clambering for attention. 
Poetic invention born of 
imaginative progression. 

Wondrous words! 
Artistic expression. 
Scintillating syntax. 
A palette of calligraphy .... 

Words bubbled down 
my mountain of creativity. 
I have survived the 
onslaught of fecundity. 

Creation created. 
Imagination captured. 
Ideas apprehended. 
Job done! 

Copyright © Helen J Radford | Year Posted 2008

Details | Rhyme |

The Source of My Inspiration

I sit inside the hot tub,
As naked as can be;
Waiting for inspiration 
To come and visit me.

They first appear as words,
In my head all alone;
Then I rush inside and type them
On the computer as a poem.

Sometimes they are a verse,
With a metered spoken beat;
Sometimes they are song lyrics,
With my musical tapp’n feet

I may get out of the water
All wrinkled like a raisin,
But to cure my writer’s block,
The hot tub I’m a praise’n.

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010

Details | Quatrain |

The Inspiration Store

I'm looking for some inspiration
Can you direct me to the Inspiration Store?
Heard they've got some real good bargains
Great ideas never used before!

I don't often need to avail myself
Of this vital and humanitarian service
Been quite prolific in the last few years
But now I'm feeling a wee bit nervous!

It's five minutes before the midnight bell
I've come up dry all the day long
Utter panic has grabbed hold of my brain
Thinking suicide would be wrong!

There's other things besides poetry I'm told
On this great big old happy balloon
But none so addictive as rhyming and rhythm
It turns sane people into silly buffoons!

The Inspiration Store has saved many people
From utter and overwhelming despair
So I guess I'll do a search on Google Maps
Before I totally lose all my hair!

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012

Details | Bio |

Newfound Inspiration

Leopard print, yellow brick
  smoke in the air, not thick.
Shadows cast upon the wall,
  people all around, some short, some tall.
Mellow music out the speakers flow,
  sitting with those I know.
Rock & Rye, artwork catching my eye.
Poems flowing from my fingertips,
  casting a sideways glimpse.
Inspiration flowing from the Red Eye.

Copyright © Roxanne Schroeder | Year Posted 2005