Best Inspirer Poems
When life seems all backed up
with pressers all around
I slip into the bathroom
and let my trousers down
It's private and so quiet
and I like the cool white seat
with my back against the porcelain
it's quite a soothing treat
Now, once I'm all relaxed
I reach for stuff to read
And somewhere through Jan's poetry
I do my dirty deed
They say that Michelangelo saw his sculptures in a block of marble before he started carving---God only knows what Jan sees in a round porcelain bowl to inspirer her to write phoop! LOL Jan, God Bess
I am crying yes crying
why I hear you asking
It is because I am moved
by a poem on here
So sadden by her words
how could it come to this?
a guiding light, a friend
an inspirer of fine words
Linda you were first to greet me
it was you who smoothed my way
gave me help and advice unselfishly
introduced me to contests and more
Poets should not fight like this
WHO THE HELL GAINS?
In The End NONE!! All LOSE
no sparkle left just matt dim and dull
Linda your words touch my soul
more far more they inspire
Never hang up your pen
Return soon we need your love and input
Always your friend and fan Shadow
written in 2013
Eternal Father God of light, and Creator of all
Vindicate us sinners before your throne of grace
Apostles of your word, and ransomed of the Fall
Nurtured by your word we go unto every place
Gospel toters of your truth, lovers of repentance
Evangelizing by the power of the love you gave
Looking to in hope that you will us faith that saves
Inspirer and Answerer of prayer, the evidence
Seen in the saving of the Saviour's cross we tell
Martyrs and saints we stand against the call of hell
Master, how can we as sinners be saving others
Except for your vicarious power to usn given
Angels are amazed sinners enmity in sin falters
Nature groaning gasp to see the pilgrims of heaven
Separated from the world, in new birth rejoicing
Lord of our life, teach more your truth to share
Open doors for us, your harvest to gather there
Vessels of your grace we depend on you for all things
Emmanuel dwell us by your spirit until we see you King of kings.
Blinded by Love
Purity can not conceive of the Depth of Darkness
Hopefulness believes the lost will fine their way back
Genuineness yearns for the greater good
Integrity commands high ideals
Forthright will inspirer those with a open heart
How many times will it take....
For a Pure Heart to see.....
The Gift of Truth.....
Isn't always what it appears to be.....
In the airs sweet whispering can you not hear their humming,
These cyber kindred joining together, strumming, across
Oceans, beyond continental divides, it’s a shared song of
Harmony!
In lyrics of verse, rheum and time, expressionism of
Grandeur, shared idealism and emotional tides,
Swaying in the winds of the poetic imagination.
Harken, and listen to the brilliance in melody,
On this international internet family known
As poetry soup!
In the lyrics of these artist bards, are the binding
Ties of paper and ink, yet we share so much more!
The instrumental blending of cultures, beliefs,
And emotional diversity’s, merging within the
Written words of the creative artists inner soul,
And being!
Gleaming stars of friendships, shinning in a
Timeless connection of love, understanding,
And a mutual tolerance for all our differences,
Can be shared and expressed without
Repulsion or offence!
In this unique forum true beauty of honesty
Is shared, between the hearts of mankind,
To encourage and inspirer the next generation
To come.
We are the open hands that offer
Guidance, the words of praise to inspiration,
A shoulder to cry upon, if the tides of emotions
Seem to overwhelm!
After all we are all family, friends, and the
Kindred to humanity, here in this society
Called poetry soup!
Let those whom have fallen at the words of criticism,
Find a calm river of peace here, a helping hand
Of understanding extended unto them, and
Allow them to stand again with a prides honor!
Inspirations lit torch of the future burns brightly,
Uniting us together in this cyber family!
An international netting, not made of wirers,
But of friendships, experiences, and emotions,
Here in this global sphere called earth,
We are one!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
The globe is fed up with stories of breakup,
Turning around everything that sleeps and wakes up.
The good and the bad play games in its arm,
Yesteryear who lived to see the legends of a wondrous land?
Champions are they that are known of their greatness,
And deep within them, the power of confidence fills their hearts with happiness.
Talented individuals emerged out of simplicity,
Turns away from arrogance and shows off the sense of casualty.
The world is being influenced,
And they get themselves never to be tensed.
Sometimes, many foster themselves with prudence,
Of course, at my side I`ve got one who is a living legend.
Identified by the title,AFIA ACHIAAMAH.
A diadem that powerfully glits.
I guess you ask much of spiritual insight from her as an offered favour?
She is an inspirer born out of excellence and speaks of profitable power.
Her personality comes from heavenly house of self-esteem,
And well to express every bit of Bible truth.
In fact, something young people find difficult to do.
She doesn`t stay just fixed in fashionable brands such as, Alexander Macqueen, Georgeo Armani, DKNY, NIKE, Adidas and others because she is born to rule.
Paramountly,she is branded with fruits of the Holy spirit making her to be more flexy.
Who dares to be her fashion enemy?
I`m a spectator to her catwalk from a perimeter,
Spotlighting virtues in her makes my whole being dwell in good weather.
The mirror before me shows her marvelous future to me here,
And deep within me, my soul sheds joyful tears.
AFIA is a rising star, and will be the best figure to be sought for in new born years.
Indeed, this my lady is seen in good look.
And I can`t afford to overlook….
Because of her love and tendency,
That I believe to be my fantasy.
GOD bless this nurse with his overwhelming efficacy.
My sense of humors mannered an approach,
That anyone that so likes can call a friend.
It isn’t a dream killer or a snatcher but helps push.
It isn’t a dream stealer or a watcher but makes meaning friends.
It’s a dream maker and not a breaker.
It’s an inspirer and not a bore.
It’s a pixel that encompasses and projects.
It nurtures dreamers, pets and makes them erect.
Look through the mirror, you look, it’s it you’ll see.
It’s your spare, yes, that which you just saw.
It’s a soul that stays with you every now and then.
Wherever you go, whatever you do, whenever you like,
Whatever you like or dislike, whatever you eat and drink,
No wheres, it’s yet your wears for every night and day.
Bete noire, 'tis not.
23/1/2014.
Once upon a time my eye fell on some videos and pictures,
On the Net I saw a lovely, such a young and beauteous creature...
But, of course, it's not her stature, and it's not her noble features
That gave me an inspiration 'cause I know she's like a preacher,
She is an enlightener who can change the world;
She is even cleverer than someone who's old;
She's worth lots of gratitude 'cause her heart's not cold;
She's a blessing, she's a present that is brought by God!
Now I'd like to say some phrases that are coming from my soul:
Cassidy, I know that you play a considerable role!
I hope now your mood is festive and your pains have flown away
'Cause today you're celebrating something special - Purple Day!
Something special is for people who can often be oppressed,
Something special is for people who can often feel depressed...
You have made it, wondrous darling, for those people who are sad;
They are gloomy, full of sorrow 'cause they are thought to be mad...
It's unfair... You understood it when you were a little child.
You've been brave enough to struggle! Yes, someone is still so wild...
But your wisdom and your mercy - all this cannot become less!
That is why you are successful, and you'll always have success!
I believe that you'll be even more successful than before!
And I wish you not to tremble (in all senses) any more!
You're an angel of your country, you deserve to have the best
That your destiny can give you! Verse is coming from my breast!
You were born to bring the justice, and my words - to gladden you!
I believe they will be healers for your soul if you feel blue.
I believe they'll make you happy, and I know it will be fair
'Cause when YOURS appear in my mind, I feel pleasure in the air!
I looked forward to the moment when I could congratulate
My inspirer. Now it has come! It is such a special date!
It's the twenty-sixth of March, so it's high time for me to say:
"Cassidy, the hero of the nation, happy Purple Day!"
(Here comes a husband, a leader, preparing for the war for his people`s right.
A wife, making sure of everything to be perfect before leave and the angry troops who are ready to die after their devil`s death.)
(Departure is terrible, now or then)
I cannot understand, what you say?
Oh! It wasn`t me, who said were they.
They were the one, the ones to loose,
loose their families, friends for you.
It wasn`t asked,
they were happy, free to choose.
But don`t you pity , pity on them?
They had their people, people to loose.
Yes, I do!
I do, I do.
But have no choice, what to do?
Ask them again, tell they are free.
And who wants to stay, let them be.
This is a fight, fight for right.
They will be the one to get their right.
If no one lives, who take rights?
They might be happy with their sad but together life.
(Troops)
No, no.
We will fight.
Cut their head off and get their body chopped.
They aren`t humans but devils,
deserves, not to be sympathized but be killed.
Never freed us but killed, sacked and hanged.
We don`t worry our ship, it will get sank.
But before we sink, kill all of them,
free our land from fear and shame.
We will die happy with no regrets,
Our children proudly will talk one day being great.
Now you heard what they mean,
understand what you have seen.
We will return or not today, telling the truth,
I feel the luckiest since I met you that day.
I love you, my lady, now you go.
Be inspirer, live strong and show.
(weeping)
I am afraid, how will I live?
Me, laying in our comfy bed while you even don`t get sleep.
Sit on a giant table without your presence,
thinking about that my heart pains.
But you go,
go my dear go.
Being a leader I will show.
You fight there, I will fight here.
Tell them your stories and sure they will share.
I love you my man, I love you.
I am the luckiest, I knew.
(greeting goodbye to each others they departed. And fought strongly knowing they will never meet again.)
Causer of night-mare to leaders
Inspector of government services
Truth teller and lie hater
Inspirer of civil disobedience
Zealous for share of national cake
Eats own tail in dictatorships
Noted for selling own right for soup
Offering yielded, yield back to the sovereign king
Devoted to duty, rise in the morning of its flame
Intellect's child, imprinted on Yahweh's soaring wing
Nurturer. natured with heaven's milk, sweet you came
Kindness kindled in hibiscus fire, passion against defeat
Wisdom that shall not from the incongruous retreat
Ambitious heart, panting at the throne for armory of grace
Kingly, in my visions, I yielded you to lead my void
Imaginatively, so imaginations tower may rise aloft
Young, youthful, fresh to hold the course against doubts slide
Organized and organizing the voyage of culture's craft
Sacred ship, through bulrush castling a kingdom's name
Honest to the core of soul, humble to life's bright esteem
Innocent of vice, I wanted a cornerstone of unscaffold dream
Son of shrewdness, Smalling brimming to honeyed core
Motivated and motivating the journey abandoned at the door
Ask now the art to feel, and from your feelings yield
Learned lessons where the learned mind may drink again
Lead, listen, what winds the sails of your people keel
Inspirer of them, feel you not the mettle masking in your grain
Native of the civilized past, nest not now in silence down
Gallantry calls the gallant, and God his grace the gracious has shown.
Your art, my eyes fascinate over
The detail so plenty, my focus, undecided
An inspiration for it, I fail to find
An inspirer, has it become.
My first glance taken, intrigue built
Paint or pastel; bewildered I am left
Art at its finest, I concede
Your marks, deceptive of your youth.
Commend you do I, to soon for your efforts
Your work incomplete, told; unnoticed
My eyes revert to its previous indulgence
Beauty defined, seen; an artists' mind exceeding the viewers.
Repetition a joy, not a task
An admirer I have become, awaiting the last stroke.
Oh ghost, become one with your spirit,
For the spirit is part of its soul,
And the soul is that of its spirit;
Simplicity is held to the meaning of our confession
When mysterious a light so still
Shone ore this ghostly dawn
The rhythm of moral simplicity
Did inspirer the worth of ones life,
From the breadth of the meaning of that spirit
To the structure of the intent of its worth;
For a heart remains elusive as it beats
While unknown is the spirit of its being
Give us a framework to the course of our lives
And what lay’s in the breadth of that spirit;
Forsake the wisdom of the passage of time
For time is the spirit of the soul;
Till a ghost in the quiet of its solitude
Gave direction to the path of its spirit
By m. norton
Rakesh Rai is as sweet as sugar;
Whenever you are in deep anger
Go to Rakesh, Anti-hatemonger;
He never his duties did Malinger
He has been as sweet as sugar;
Soothes one down and is eager
To help whom problems appear.
I never found him an Ogre;
With him I always felt stronger
He can easily fight wildest tiger.
Problems does not persist longer
With him let it be old or younger.
With him tensions, no doubt, linger
A lot of worry and threats augur,
What use is Salad without vinegar;
Hard but useful is Rakesh like timber.
Rakesh sir is as sweet as sugar.
DEDICATED-WRITTERS AND
SPEAKERS
:-)WRITTERS.
In ma loudest voice,,am
spiting words for the hardest
guts,,am feeling pains from
ma inner sort,,by so many
wayz of a different fault....ya
wayz they may say it's a
dangerous walk,,,many will
die
by our ruling words,,lets
them say of us in their daily
works,,a legacy we laying
for
the running forth........
Me speak ma words to the
deafing hearts,,ma words
heals the sicks in their
mourning chairs,,,our words
they say the only pains
reliever,,the only hope to
healeth life,,the only words
that giveth light,,the only
light that caneth die.....a we
the path definer,,life
refiner,,legacy
inspirer,,tragedy killer,,yet!
We make many souls God
seekers.........
Alass!! Oh! Arise o ye writers
of life,,ya writins are needed
by every living heart,,ya
perspective will be better
apprecited when written
down for many eyes to read
it down,,we salute you,we
celebrate you,,we adore you,,
yet many will critisize you....
Many more life we living
for,by our written and
spoken words,many more
heart we dieing for,,we
liveneth for change in every
range of stage,,we cureth
sorrows by our inspiration
update,,we bring rest to
many souls fated to hell,,,we
contest against detest,,we
fight against unwanted
right,,we celebrate for every
living life,,we giveth every
sorrow a reason to dineth in
every present.....That is we
noni,,by we plenty day is
gonna be sunny,,many star is
gonna be shining,many heart
will stop to be
worried,happy
moment is gonna be
ruling,love is gonna be the
story,corruption is gonna be
dieing,,sincerity Is gonna be
the preaching,,kindness is
gonna be our doings,,at our
abscent millions of souls is
gonna be mourning,,different
problems is gonna be
nothing... ..... ...... ...... . ..........BY
KAYZEN DARAMOLA