Best Inspirationalday Poems
From the day I was conceived God had for me a plan - He wanted me to get involved to help
my fellow man - I know some were against it but God knows what is best - Since the day He
took me home I've had perfect rest - Heaven is so beautiful - I'm walking streets of gold and
now I'm serving others including saints of old - I know some still have anger about the way I
died but God and I both have seen the many tears you've cried - He is a God of comfort - His
love will never cease - Give your feelings to Him and He will give you peace - As painful as I
know it is please don't hold a grudge - Remember this my loved ones - God alone will judge
Then on that resurrection day when all the dead will rise - The Lord will reunite us together in
the skies - So don't give up dear friends - my memory is alive - Put your trust in the Lord
and I know you will survive.
In Memory Of All Fallen Soldiers, Police and Firefighters
NOTE: A young college football player who plays for a team that I follow was seriously hurt this
past weekend. I wrote this poem in honor of that young man and in hopes of a speedy
recovery.
The scarlet warrior with foe in sight,
Stops the advance with all his might.
First, a roar of great celebration;
Then a silencing of the elation.
Prideful eyes from thousands of fans,
Watch attentively with folded hands.
On the ground lies one of their own;
A knight fighting gallantly for his home.
From the banks of the ole Raritan,
Prayers and thoughts for Eric LeGrand.
Representing his school and his state;
Of his courage and valor there’s no debate.
Playing a game he dearly loves;
Blessed with ability given from above.
Now relies on his inner strength,
And all our support to every length.
I only know Eric as a Rutgers’ fan,
But some day would like to shake his hand,
And on that day when he retakes the field,
On my knees, to God, I’ll give thanks and kneel.
Today is the day I have
decisions to make,I
know along with it,there
will be chances to take.
Today is the day I need
to work towards a goal,I
know it won't be easy and
I'll have to reach deep down in my soul.
Today is the day I start to
turn my life around,I can't
let people get to me and
I need to stand my ground.
Today is the day I need
to finally feel free,do
whatever it is I want to do
and be who I want to be.
Today is the day for me to
show people what I can do,
I will do it in my real way
which is loyal,honest,and true.
Today is the day I show myself
I am not scared to take a chance
and I can do anything without
taking a second glance.
Colleen Marie Bono
A grove of magnolias perfumed the air
as they sat absorbed in one another's gaze,
she with her crochet and he with his collectibles
uneasy in their pleasure in the evening of their years.
Lawyers controlled their affairs like vultures slavering
their prey, waiting to swoop when the timing is right,
for what use is their wealth to them now? No kids,
no convenient callers making spurious claims,
the power of attorney running everything,
in their own best interests, of course.
Sunset Grove was the name of their new residence,
with their final resting place conveniently pre-selected.
But they still could make suggestions, could they not?
not really incompetent, simply eccentric and odd;
eating their meals out of red plastic bowls
and taking their medicines eight times a day,
convenient, and all for their own good no doubt,
but day after day of this treatment can deflate the soul.
One blissful moonlit night they'd had enough.
They packaged their drugs into secure containers
and shredded their records so as to break free.
They stole cartons of candy and five jugs of Ensure
and headed straight out the unguarded back door,
jump-started the motor-bike out by the tool shed
and roared off on a quest for their own sweet convenience!
A person’s view on life
Is what they take from day to day
And in what ways the knowledge they find
May be useful in their mind
Days will come and days will go
But what may happen we won’t know
I’ve seen life in many forms
In joy and happiness
In anger and sorrow
Come tomorrow it all starts again
With each new morning comes a new day
A day to find grief, truth, or belief
To make something better of yourself
To find joy, fear, love, anything
People believe that with age comes wisdom
But I believe with experience comes wisdom
Some of us older, some of us younger
I have seen death, I have seen life
I have seen childhood, I have seen parenthood
I have seen my beginning, I have seen my ending
And I have seen all you can imagine in between
Life is a gift
Don’t be afraid of it, embrace it
Live it to the fullest
Breathe each breath as if it could be your last
Take a chance and tell that special person you love them
Because you never know
You may not be able to do it tomorrow
The sun can rise just the same as it can set
Sitting on a park bench
and taking in the view,
she's always got an eye out
for the children, me and you,
pestering our parents
with a grumble or a pout.
We cluster all around her,
we call her 'Auntie Pearl,'
to listen to her stories of
when she was just a girl;
tales of pinafores and mittens,
lovely hats for Sunday best,
patent leather shoes and stockings,
turning out so smartly dressed!
There were picnics and fun times
down by the river when they'd walk
two miles or more learning their rhymes.
Riding in a carriage pulled by
horses up and down the street,
calling at a neighbour's house -
there'd always be a treat!
Taking presents to the homeless
the day after Christmas Day,
helping those who didn't have much
food to eat, or games to play.
She told us, "Listen to your folks
and grow up big and strong,
help others when you have the chance,
and greet them with a song."
One Saturday she didn't come to take her usual seat.
We kids all clamoured:"Where's Aunt Pearl?"
she made our day complete. Moms said:
"She's telling stories to the angels now, it's true.
She loves you all and she is watching over you."
I found him standing in the street
With no place to lay his head
I offered him a humble place to stay
And this is what he said
"The day of reckoning, is soon at hand
Beware of the things to come
A false prophet will soon appear
And will be worshiped by some"
"Turn not unto, your own understanding
But go the way of the cross
For those who do not heed my warning
Are doomed to forever be lost"
"Though I am but a messenger
Sent from Him on high
Repent this day your wicked ways
For the end of time grows nigh"
With these words, he disappeared
I know not where he went
But I know for sure, his words are true
This messenger that Heaven sent
When you feel like the day has turned a blind eye upon you
Seek not the shelter of your inner being, but step out
Let not it beat you into submission, but rather smile
Welcome the day and say to it, “I will not be your victim
But rather, I will be victorious today, as the smile on my face
Is the prize that you will never take from me.”
Look then at the faces of everyone else and know that
Happiness is strength and strength was always there
Just needing to be recognized.
Blessed is the man who walks the path
Apart from sin and strife,
Who honors God both day and night
Offering Him his life.
Blessed is the man who listens not
To evil words men say,
But hears instead the Word of God
Desiring to obey.
Blessed is the man who judges not
When others fall to sin,
He remembers it's Grace from God
That cleanses him within.
The Lord is pleased with men like this
And never will delay,
To send them strength and courage
And blessings day by day.
I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith. People
should say this about you everyday. Not on the day that they put you at your final
resting place. So fight the good fight of faith. This makes the enemy angry and God
stand tall. Fight the fight of faith today. Don't live in fear that is not why God put you
here. Every day we have a course on our life's menu. What does that mean? Well it
is something in that day that God wants us to do. Seek God, pray ready the Word,
and you'll always be ready to fight the good fight of faith. Fighting the fight of faith
start's with you. Do it and in front of your enemies God will truly bless you. Fighting
the good fight of faith is a great ingredient to use to live the life that's true.
1-7-11
I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith. II
Timothy 4:7
EVERY DAY IS A NEW DAY
Though in a dark crucible
Cruel fate for you.
A hearth built
And for the crow
of the cock, with
frail hope
your dawn waits.
Disheartened though
for your dreams
By a dark veil
of vagueness wreathed,
And your easterly
light, dark fate eclipsed
But never with the eyes of yesterday
into tomorrow gaze
For everyday, a new day is
The morn, a new hope it heralds.
And it’s benign ray a courage for
Conquest over cruel fate it brings.
Cloaked in sulleness
Robed in nadir
On you, eerie fate
spitefully smiles,
for a dark thorny path
To your eyrie
it carved for you.
And even for a glint of light
you grope.
And oft time into the ditch of
futility you fall though.
In your impregnable dreams
find a strength to stand
But, never stand, for behind
To look, but to ask yourself why..
For everyday, a new day is
The morn, a new hope it heralds.
And it’s benign ray a courage for
Conquest over cruel fate it brings.
My Fame
Is it possible to say?
I love you!
Really I do!
Each and every day!
Would you stray?
In lieu!
Or out of the blue!
Each and every day for you I’d pray!
Inside you I came,
You went,
I stayed the same,
For you I was sent!
Each and every day I was meant,
Each and every day I gain My Fame!
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Once upon a day there was
A young princess like a bloomy vase
A day a night and a year have passed
Waiting for this princess to be surpassed
A day a night and a year have passed
With this princess being just a past
Her marvellous beauty was never perceived
But once you meet her you feel relieved
Her shining eyes were deep black holes
Attracting brains and even souls
Her hair was strings of a wooden guitar
Or sectioned wires from a golden star.
All of this beauty went beyond sights
Deeper than valleys and higher that heights
To a world of awe and glory
Where our princess starts a new story
Between maids of equal splendour
And brave knights who do not easily surrender
Her wonder will stay as the eighth
Of the seven wonders of human faith
It was a cold, rainy morn,
the day little Josh Weaver was born.
No one could know what could possibly lay in store,
or what kind of child Mrs. Weaver bore.
As the years passed and Josh began to grow,
certain special talents began to show.
He had a voice that could soothe both beast and man,
and a touch that could heal better than any doctors can!
There are some things simply not intended for man to understand,
and Little Josh was certainly a phenomenon across this land.
But every time the boy would heal some one it seemed to take his strength away,
and like most kids his age Little Josh was not afforded a time to play.
It seemed the only thing Little Josh ever knew,
was sickness and caring for others as he grew.
Then one day out side his home a crowd appeared,
comprised of many who were sick and lame, too much for Little Josh his mother feared.
She tried so hard to make them understand and leave,
but Little Josh couldn't stand to see people in pain or have them grieve.
Outside he called to the saddened crowd, let me see what I can do,
gather round and all hold hands and hold mine too.
As the healing poured through the crowd that day,
little Josh was taken away.
What a gift, he freely gave,
what a heart, so big and brave.
This story reminds me of another man whose life he freely gave,
and His gift of love was so all that are lost have the chance to be saved.
Spring clouds come scuddin’ in the crystal creek blue sky;
A man could ride beneath and never ask them why
Their streaks of white are like the tracks of wagon wheels—
Why he only stares – never says just how he feels.
The big day’s surly comin’ upon us too soon—
It will be in the night or in the afternoon—
And all the good and fine on earth will be taken;
With just the evil now among us forsaken.
My horse will be trottin’; but I sure won’t be there;
He’ll ride on without me as I fly in the air—
Leastways, so I hope when that judgment day does come—
When I lift to heaven and hear that sacred drum.
That time will soon be comin’ – each day it grows nigh,
As the chosen leave that soil and soar in the sky—
Yes, earth will grow empty and be a sullen pod,
As we find our home on the open range of God.