Best Inspirationalpeople Poems
Would you do something if you knew it hurts another?,
and try to keep this thing under cover.
Why would someone not have little consideration?,
let's think about this and look for an explaination.
Does it matter if I make a person upset?,
why don't we all show people some respect?
If I step on your toes, what should I say?,
"hello, good morning, or have a nice day".
Should we as people do things and not really care?,
have we become a society that isolates feelings never
to share, or cover up all feelings and bury them somewhere?
Never having fun, loving, or trying to communicate,
I ask you, "is it too late"?
Or is it because I'm straight?,
maybe it's because we've been taught to hate.
There's no love that comes from within,
we've come to love only our kin.
We are always looking for another person's fault,
then we justify when we get caught.
We spend so much time focusing on others wrong,
and we never take time to focus on our own.
I'll be the first one to admit,
when things don't go our way we have a fit.
All we do is just speak our mind,
never trying to be a little more kind.
If we could figure out our fellow man,
there would be no problem to understand.
Everyone has different thoughts, feelings, and emotions,
no one knows anothers will, needs, or devotions.
We can only ask how they feel,
and try not to bruise their heel.
Some have very low self-esteems,
and are hurt by certain things.
these are hard facts no what it seems.
So in closing my sisters and brothers,
show and have some respect & consideration
for the space of others.
T.W.I.S.T.
JLM
I just want to be me
And not have to hide,
I want people to know
The true beauty inside.
I just want to be me
And touch someone’s heart,
I want people to see
That life is a gift of art.
I just want to be me
And teach others how to fly,
I want people to believe
They can really touch the sky.
I just want to be me
And live without fears,
I want people to listen
With more than just their ears.
I just want to be me
And inspire others,
I want people to respect
And love one another.
I just want to be me
And not have to hide,
I want people to bond
In peace far and wide.
BE YOUR HERO OR HEROINE OF YOUR LIFE
Be the hero or heroine of your life, what is stopping you from being proud of yourself?
First you need to love yourself, no I mean really love yourself!
Does that sound crazy? Who loves themselves? The people who are proud! The people who use
their imagination, set themselves a goal on something they would love to achieve, put a
100% into it and never give up until they have reached that goal! These are the people who
succeed in life, the ones who have faith in themselves!.
Those who act on positive thoughts are sending out and receiving back positive
vibrations’, attracting all their desires. In exactly the same way, those thinking in a
negative frame of mind are attracting negativity towards them.
Does that ring home true to you? Look back at your life and remember when you were feeling
great, one great thing after the other, on an upward spiral, and then BOOM! Something
happens that slaps you in the face and down you go, negativity say hello!
You, me, everyone, we are all the same, we all have the power in us to reach our goals,
live our dreams, it all depends in which frame of mind we choose to be in, and to believe
in ourselves.
You see, life is all about choices, all we have to do is to make that choice, act upon
great thoughts, not to fall down when things go wrong, after all, as Mickey Rooney once
said, “You always pass failure on the way to success!
Be the hero or Heroine of your life, be Proud!
Simone Segal
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Seven Days To Dream Think
My week to speak exactly what I think
To sink my teeth into a thick steak that’s pink
My week to tell everyone I hate that they really stink,
To tell the crazy one’s to go tell that crap to their shrink.
My week to skate around like a
Disco superstar at a roller rink.
To walk around purring at people wearing nothing but my mink.
My week to slinky slink, slink, slink.
To show people I have a lot of kink.
My week to be famous for words of luster ink.
To give all of the handsome men a wink.
My week to have the biggest glass of wine to drink.
If only it was my week.
Smiling to these unfamiliar faces
Never showing signs or traces
Of how she truly feels inside
The girl whose feelings she’ll always hide
Barriers she built so long ago
Have yet to be touched, for no one can know
To try and open up seems such a difficult feat
So she’ll keep her heart and mind discrete
She longs to scream and let others know
How she feels like her life has reached a plateau
She’s yearning for love, for something more
But feelings on her sleeve, she’s never wore
Vulnerability is the scariest word she could hear
For being loved and left is by far her worst fear
People come and go, but the ones who stay
Are the very ones she tries to push away
She finds comfort in being simplistic
Her views on the world are disturbingly realistic
She understands people and how they can be
So she chooses to live her life privately
Regardless of emotions she chooses to show
And through her actions and motives people try to construe
Yet, when night falls and she rests her head
She doesn’t long for the world, just for words left unsaid
What makes you crazy?
Is it because what you like to wear
How you wear your hair
Or could it be where you reside
Or could it be your actual body size
Could be that you speak in a different style
Or that when you speak its always foul
Could it be that you have children of 20 plus
Or could it be that you mistaken love for lust
Because people are so blind
People tend to cast your part before you audition
People need to open their minds
Open their ears and listen
Judge people on their personality
Not what you hear, their appearance, or how they speak
Because in reality
Nobody can determine a freak
When my day comes and I'm gone
To the place where I truly belong
Don't cry for me wish I was still here
Just smile every time you remember me,
To those who share my tears and joy
Kept memories that can't be destroyed
Never let your eyes fool you and weep
Just be happy every time you remember me,
I have nothing to give in this world
Except some words that I wrote
Wanting from you all when you read
just feel joy every time you remember me,
Time will make some people forget
As if we haven't even met
In a dark grave I will be
While few people remembering me.
-Greatness inspires envy, envy engenders spite, spite spawns lies.-
I know what it is:People these days hate to see you doin better than them.
I wear the prospect of being the best around my neck like a gem.
They don't want you to be happy, that kills them.But when you're down and out they smile.
Misery loves company, I've been seeing examples of that for a while.
They would rather see your casket being driven by four horses.
Then to look in your driveway and see 2 clean Porches.
I wouldn't want people to envy me, just understand I work hard.
Thats why I don't steal or rob because that makes me look retarded.
You never know what people go through to get where they are at.
If you pay attention to the rich and famous, the price of fame has a catch.
So what do they do to dehumanize our souls and send them to the skies?
They go inside their mind's labs and start cooking up good lies.
They don't have what it takes to take what you have and cherish.
Knowin deep down if they tried, they shall forever perish.
It's all gravy, but it aint sweet, I love the brutal competition.
Me, standing above all, respected by all man, is my life's premonition.
I buy clothes at darn near every opportuniy, because a few years ago its something i never
had
If you feel I'm rubbing it in your face by being fresh...too bad.
Where do we go from here? Back to the homeland can it really be?
I barely like being around people becuz it brings the chain of envy.
If you weren’t here anymore
Written By Dean Masciarelli
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
If you weren't here anymore
You would truly be missed
By so many people
Who actually appreciate you
For all that you are and more
Because people do care about you
Just like I do
Even though I may
not
know you that well
I can tell that you have
A beautiful heart and soul
That will always
shines through
Where ever you are
And that’s why people
care
about you like they do
Because they truly love you
for all that you are and more
If you weren't here anymore
You would truly be missed by
so many people
who actually appreciate you
This country began, with the melody of an orange rhythm,
Then lady liberty showed her beacon light
Giving in the twilight,
A hope for a new, beginning.
And as these people escaped
A less understanding place,
By God’s grace; we accepted them
And with this understanding came.
Eventually, a hybrid land named, America.
Turmoil of the civil war, but that soon past,
Giving a race, freedom at last.
We fight for the weak, weary and the sick,And usually win.
But one thing has always been practiced;
Uncle Sam is an activist.
With people of different walks of life;Passing in the middle of the night.
Americans, we call ourselves, and since the beginning it has been true.
That a piece of paper called The Declaration of Independence;
Was written, signed and sings true,
That certain rights are bestowed by God;
Like life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
Perfection,
In my opinion,
It's a free from all flaws in life.
But, why do people need to thrive?
Why do we need God in our lives?
Why do people make mistakes?
If there's a word called
Perfection.
What a precious thing to love another
It’s a privilege to be loved by someone
Two people interlinking as one
His presence strengthens her heart
Her appearance gives him the power to go on
It’s so easy to display intimacy doing good times
Through opposition communication is a must
It’s not all about you
It’s about the miracle called us
It’s about love
It’s about the miracle called us
A sweet embrace is what you longed for
Now that you have it you didn’t realize
what was in store
Somehow we fell to understand we must work
to make a stand
It’s not all about you
It’s about us
It’s about Love
It’s about the miracle called us
Two people interlinking as one
It’s a privilege to be loved by someone
Through opposition communication is a must
It’s so easy to display intimacy doing good times
It’s not all about you
It’s about us
It’s about Love
It’s about the miracle called us
i remember what it was like to be poor
when i lived in a van with nothing more
one pair of clothes was all i had
when i saw the kids at the park it always made me sad
things are different and i am not poor anymore
but i stiill see homeless people
when i walk out of a store
he sits on the sidewalk waiting for money to fill his can
but people can care less about that homeless man
a homeless women sleeps outside in the cold
while those ungiving people sleep in a bed made of gold
why do you people look away from the poor
and say what should i help them for
you would not want them to do that to you
so maybe you should think about what you do
so lets start giving what do you say
and give these people some better brighter days.
He sees things other people don’t
He feels things deep inside his heart
He hears things other people won’t
He knows things no one else has taught
He feels things deep inside his heart
He somehow always finds the truth
He knows things no one else has taught
He seems to always have the proof
He somehow always finds the truth
He hears things other people won’t
He seems to always have the proof
He sees things other people don’t
Don't let your brain turn to slush,
Get your brain to mush!
Get out there and feel the rush.
Don't let yourself be locked down in your
home.
Get out there and be free to roam!
Go on.
Put down your phone.
Get up.
Get out.
Dance.
Shout.
Let people know what life's all about!
Let people see all that's meant to be.
If only you'd look up.
If only you could see.
Life is more when you let yourself free.
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