Best Inspires Poems
Themes rise with glory of the morning sun
Anxious to transcribe what mind has spun
Finding solace in beauty of words written
Thoughts fly on wings of eager inspiration
Heart triggers a rhythm full of creative fun
Anxious to transcribe what mind has spun
Wisdom flows in stanzas aiming perfection
Nature paints a canvas of scenic homerun
Heart triggers a rhythm full of creative fun
Birds fly carrying lines of artistic collection
Evening breeze sighs with poetic affection
Nature paints a canvas of scenic homerun
Love themes and romance quite a selection
Happiness reigns lines of joyous admiration
Evening breeze sighs with poetic affection
Celebrating the art creative spirit has won
Themes rise with glory of the morning sun
Happiness reigns lines of joyous admiration
Finding solace in beauty of words written
Placed 3rd
September 4, 2017
What inspires me to write poetry
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
ultramarine unfathomable sky, with a hue of gorgeous crimson from the east,
sometimes just hint of a dazzling mystifying dot,
a red dot on the forehead of an enchanting woman from the orient,
then it grows larger and larger, enveloping the ruby-red horizon,
a few white pristine clouds floating carefree,
bringing tangerine dreams from the yonder hills
our omnipotent creator has announced his grand arrival, but hasn't arrived yet.
moment of realization -
the world wouldn’t be same without me, and without you.
some days, it's still unilluminated and unusually mysterious,
awed, I gaze at the neon canvas from my bed,
stars still blinking,
dark sky studded with millions of them glistening,
each one has a poignant story to tell,
very strangely a full moon, round and silvery,
refuses to disappear,
although her powerful contender is about to rise.
I am mesmerized!
I feel a gush of lavender emotions run through my veins,
to describe this indescribable kaleidoscopic sight
in words feels like the most daunting task,
sun at dawn…
the cooing melody of birds serenading me to a forest of lilac dreams,
the soaring symphony of chimes from a temple far away,
humming melody of a stream descending from a mountaintop…
I find a purpose which ignites my saffron imagination
spread its wings and rise to the horizon
July 22, 2021
Sit back on your porch, let your mind drift
to a moment your eyes saw
a beautiful painting or picture that left you in awe
When music sifted through your ears
and your spirit did lift
or it touched your heart and down poured the tears
Think of a fragrance of your favorite perfume to smell
bringing pleasant aromas for your mind to dwell
Let your mouth water as you picture your favorite meal
Remember a blanket's silky softness comforting feel
Unique people develop these creations
from many continents and nations
From whence comes that little spark
that motivates humans to produce art
Whether it be painting, poetry, jokes, or books
gardening, fragrances, music, or cooks
dancing, teaching, pottery, fixing things or more
From whence is the source of our inspiring core
Sit on your porch, let your mind drift
to a moment your eyes saw
A beautiful sunset, or moonlight that left you in awe
The sound of birds chirping sifted through your ears
soft cooing of a baby touched your heart, down came some tears
Think of the smell of a fragrant flower tree
or the sweet juice of fruit or the many flavors of tea
Remember the softness of the wind
how it felt gently blowing on your skin
The feel of a kitten's fur or the sharp edges of a fish fin
The core of our inspiration is a gift from God I believe
God the greatest artist made us in His image, you and me
He takes the dust of the earth and brings it to life
Creating beauty that eases minds and heals strife
No wonder at times arises a little spark
to give back our gift, message, prayer through our art
A means to commune with people of all kinds
Melting the barrier between our hearts and minds
Just as the potter can remake pots that break
God can rekindle that spark in our core for our art to create
If we can inspire one smile or touch a hurting heart
feed a hungry soul, our gift has done a part
When I in silent moments ponder life
And think of all the suffering I see,
I can’t but weep because of all the strife,
And wish for how this thing and that should be.
But in so wishing all the more my pain
Increases still as though to test my will--
How far I’d bear this grief yet to retain
A sense of hope amidst a world of ill.
While in this rueful state I think of you,
Your charming smile, pure heart, and innocence;
What joy I feel inspires me to push through
In spite of all that don’t make any sense.
A Light and Reason in a dark abyss:
You are to me like Dante's Beatrice*.
*In Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy, Beatrice is a symbol of Divine Love and serves as his guide in Paradiso.
April 4, 2023
Baguio City
My poems can be written straight from my heart
So I ensure my notepad and pen are never far apart
I’ll write humourous lines on a fun situation
Or on disastrous events, which affect a whole nation
I get inspiration from everything that’s around me
I’ll try and describe it as best I can in my poetry
A stunning sunrise painted as if by Monet’s brush
Hearing the tuneful twitter of the morning song thrush
The patchwork quilt of colour on the autumn hills
Seeing motorbike races with its thrills and spills
Watching a tiny baby sleeping so peacefully
Or moonlight dancing on a silvery sea
Listening to beautiful love song on the radio
This can evoke memories from so long ago
The death of those who were once in my life
Of good times and bad, life issues and strife
Some poems are fact, although many are fiction
But I’ve found poetry has become my addiction
What inspires me to write poetry
Sponsored by Julie Rodeheaver
09-04-17
Version 1
A good book, nonfiction, fantasy or textbook
A good exert, from yoga or gyms effort
Sometimes a lack of rest, and being depressed
A good look, a walk along trees near a brook
A good tune, the mind and write will attune
Sometimes out of breath, from a death
A good moon, in the warm month of June
A good movie that carries me in the journey
Sometimes when I’m sad, or even going mad.
A good word, the dictionary day featured
A good site, an invite for research to insight
Version 2
A good book, nonfiction, fantasy or textbook 12
A good exert, from yoga or gyms effort 11
Sometimes a lack of rest, and being depressed 11
A good tune, so my mind and the soul's write attune 12
A good look, a walk along trees near a brook 11
Sometimes out of breath, from family or friends death 12
A good moon, at night in the warm month of June 11
A good movie that carries me in the journey 12
Sometimes when I’m sad, or even going mad. 11
A good word, the dictionary day featured 11
A good site, an invite for research to insight 12
Version 3 playing with another idea.
The Chicago skyline.
You symbolize home.
You are me and I am you.
There you are Sears Tower!
Just like you I will stand tall and strong
Even through life's toughest winds,
I might sway back and forth,
But to the ground which I was built on,
I'll remain.
Even when people try to change my name,
I'll just reply "Watchya talkin bout Willis?!"
Yeah, you'll always be Sears to me.
And I'll always be Joe to you.
Thank You Chicago.
I promise I will get as fast as
The trains and planes that transport your people
And when I get caught up in life's traffic,
I promise to keep my cool and my destination in mind.
I promise to get as strong as your culture is.
I promise to always be filled with as much vigor as
Your raging college students are.
I promise to stay as passionate as
The struggling musicians that serenade your "L" subways are.
I promise I will work as hard as
Your workers that are just trying to pay their bills do.
I promise I'll always stay as hungry
As the poor that beg on your streets are.
And I promise I'll make you proud of me.
For I am proud of you!
Chicago, don't you know?
You will always put the "O" in Joe.
The first written poem by Mankind
dates back several thousands years...
even the Bible writers used it to inspire
as King David did in his spiritual Psalms.
Then, the intellectual Greek and Roman poets
performed it daily in the amphitheaters of their great cities
as the most popular art form so meditated for anologies...
and it never gets old, it still inspires us with its verse.
Read all genres: from ages past to our present time,
to discover that human feelings are equally sublime:
joy, pain, hope, love, triumph, defeat, envy, betrayel, hate and happiness...
among those you have read so far: which ones have made you speechless?
Be overjoyed that our poetry will live on after we'll be gone,
our names proudly set in stone: it's the greatest honor bestowed upon us;
and the ones who admire our work will definitely carry on,
hoping that they too will partake in that ureal glory...even surpassing ours.
The muse inspires her inmost poet:
when moved by divine breath she composes
sonnets of three quatrains and one couplet
with such grace that we send her red roses.
Iambic lines by fourteen, five beats per line
she strings together like beads on a cord
forming verses so resoundingly fine
that we adore her with every kind word.
Her sonnets' warm and passionate intent
are lovelier and much more temperate
than untrue kisses when begrudgingly sent
(alas, Petrarch himself was ne'er so great!).
In time, her sonneteer skills down the years
will kindle Shakespeare's envious, green tears.
Makes you surpass your sane emotions
Beyond the feeling of unsure notions
Blurs the distinction between truth and lies
Puts meaning into hallow cries
Some seemingly fresh
But not explicitly dressed
Some familiar enough
But notably tough
Something only we notice
But not summer solstice
Something only we can see
Or so we believe it to be
Someday revealing
Our own destination
Someday concealing
Our true intention
Destitute of any pretense to wit
No way to grasp it, best to accept it
Outside the box, an alternative idea
Ever only yours to some degree
Love inspires to love
From mountain flows river stream
Anger's fire burns fuel
Needs and wants spring with purpose grand,
Opt to believe that joy funds peace;
Word what you bring as heart ascends.
Join and achieve wise heart with ease,
Open to heed the pulse of gain,
Yes you know best the path you take.
Intuit fond feed in visuals plain,
Note mystic quest as passion makes;
See dream come true in tact and fact,
Pleasure pure joy in atmosphere;
Intent now cues your poise and act,
Reap and enjoy your lifestyle here;
Expect the best to fill each day,
Success frames zest to fund your way.
Leon Enriquez
30 June 2015
Singapore
I.
Like the muse, Rose inspires his songs;
and breathes into his gloomy lines
her tender love, which rhyme prolongs.
Like the muse, Rose inspires his songs,
like verse free of errors or wrongs
that sweetly flows like fine, aged wines.
Like the muse, Rose inspires his songs;
and breathes her love into his lines.
II.
The love of Rose, within her heart,
which overflows with lovely songs,
inspires life into rhyming art.
The love of Rose, within her heart,
brings them closer though they're apart:
but love makes distance never long.
The love of Rose, within her heart,
always flows with her lovely songs.
Mandela Poem by Paradox
Mandela Inspires
I watched from afar
As a man struggled and lived
What Black American’s Today African Americans
And countless other African black dissentience people
Di-aspora wide= Live, and died,
And still suffer blacklash from today
But, --it is OK
Fairness is to exist
Yet I’m amazed, and I praise
The efforts and accomplishments
Of Mr. Mandela
His legacy=
Will continue to inspire me
For the rest of my moments
come rebels!
come, lovers!
come fight for all
with a speech to some in infamy
because i had the gaul
to stand against corruption
its just an assumption
but my heart cant take this blasphemy
against an army, standing tall
save the children
save the women
bring them to the shore
where a thousand ships all wait
till our banner raises tall
to show we won and fate
shines on us this evening
freedom we adore
history will tell our tale
through song, story, and lore.