Best Inspiring Poems
The beauty of you
Ups and downs in life
This beautiful journey
If life was just good days
It’d be flat just like the Prairies
But its not
And neither are you
As much as we are the same
We are different too
Our beauty lies within
Sometimes it is in a dark place
Sometimes it is hidden
This beauty of yours
Is not just your reflection
This beauty is in your mind and heart
True beauty is inside you
Locked away like precious art
Please see the signs
Please find the clues
The true beauty of today
The true beauty of you
Is who you are deep down
And all that you have been through
Kale Brereton
5/1/2018
https://www.thefreethinkinghuman.com/
I attended a large gathering and took some time
to observe the great assortment of shoes stacked on the racks
I saw new shoes, pricey shoes, and shoes not worth a dime
and shoes that seemed to have crossed many paths and tracks.
I saw dainty sandals and flighty high heeled ones too
I saw sporty sneakers and rough and tough trainers
I saw both the laced and the leathery buckled shoe
Then I saw the humble yet hardy pair of slippers.
I saw pointy shoes, furry shoes and flatties as well
I saw flowery ones and those studded with trinket gems
Some stacked neatly in pairs, others thrown about pell mell
Some recently repaired, some coming off at the hems.
I saw long boots, rubber boots and
there were glittery Indian styled stilettoes
I spotted fragile glass sandals and metallic brass sandals
and soft comfy ones for comfort of feet 'n' toes.
And while I was thus lost and engrossed
in watching the great assortment of footwear
The old caretaker, to me, a cheap pair tossed
saying, ' here's an extra pair if you've lost your shoes.
She was too busy and distracted to be in my shoes of muse
So I'd to slip out thinking of some quick excuse
She didn't even notice I wasn't actually barefoot
So I had to take them elsewhere, both my muse and my boot!
Ah, and long ago when once we could afford only a 'shoestring' budget
I once hadn't enough bucks to replace a worn out pair of shoes
I was sad for not having even a good goody two shoes
Then God showed me a wayfarer's shoeless pair of barefeet
and then one hapless one with no feet at all!
So I could imagine life being in their missing shoes.
(Footnote*
Wonderin where I saw so many shoes off peoples feet? Well, in our religious gatherings say for prayers in the mosque hall or even the religious lecture hall, we've to enter barefooted and sit down crosslegged. So that's where you come across all kinds of shoes on racks provided in the cubicle.
Actually in the Disney movie, 'THE PRINCE OF EGYPT', i marked that even Moses took off his shoes before talking to God.)
“When I Get To Heaven”
As I walked to her bedroom door, I paused to wipe a tear.
I had to stay strong, God would take her soon, this
child that I loved so.
Dawn was breaking as I stood at her door, frozen in
time. I gazed upon this child, hoping this moment
would never end.
As she lay there quietly, my emotions overwhelmed me,
this beautiful child of only six, she didn’t understand life, death, Heaven. eternal life.
I wanted her to stay, I wanted to take her place.
I wanted to pretend nothing was wrong ….going back in my mind, to before she was sick, and remembering, wishing, hoping..and yet knowing I had to let God take her home.
As I started to walk in her room, I stopped, as I saw her tiny hands fold
in prayer.
Her voice, so soft, so quiet she began to pray.
“Jesus, when I get to Heaven, will Mommy and Daddy
be there, will they be happy to see me, and will they
hug me when I get there, will my puppy be there and
will my toys be there too, will there be music, and do I get to see Grandma and Grandpa again and oh I almost forgot to ask, will everybody love each other, thank you, Jesus, Amen”
Tears streaming down ….
I walked to her bedside, and held her close as she smiled and closed her eyes.
When Red Sunset, Shines Its Brightest Inspiring Lights
When morning glories glow, your closed heart opens again
dawn's breaking light shows, a true faithful, loyal friend;
can you then cleanse the hate from your embittered eyes
open hard closed ears to hear this heart's saddest cries?
Recall our friendship, and cherished years we both knew,
remember we fought this dark world, just me and you!
When red sunset, shines its brightest inspiring lights
you feel that cool night's soft breeze, forget our big fights;
see a future when we can dance under new stars
forget the hard times, those bitterest of our scars!
Hold to sworn vows, that united once tender souls,
take a chance, toss the dice, see how it all rolls!
If this poem sent, with its sadden heartfelt plea
can repair the great damage, heal both you and me;
send back this letter sealed with a red lipstick kiss
write pretty love words, the ones that I dearly miss!
Please meet me there at our favorite lakeside spot,
sweet darling, give this broken man another shot!
Recall our friendship, and cherished years we both knew,
remember we fought this dark world, just me and you!
Hold to sworn vows, that united once tender souls,
take a chance, toss the dice see how it all rolls.
Meet me Friday at our favorite lakeside spot,
sweet darling, give this broken man another shot!
Robert J. Lindley, 6-14-2018
Rhyme, ( The Letter Sent)
Edited version of a poem written over 42 years ago.
Although heart-sent and truly felt, there was no reuniting and love thus reborn, however life did march ever onward and the torn, worn, weary and broken heart was not swiftly healed. Yet time eventually did heal it...
You aren’t
a burden,
you are
a blessing.
Eagerly I arose to welcome winsome spring
Anticipating an ebullient, sun-swept morning
Only to witness opaline skies turn gloomy
Shrouded in dampness of rain pitter pattering
Swirling dust emanating petrichor themes
Scattering dreariness on visage of dawning.
You too were awed, extolling scenic setting,
Lauding crimson hues that darkened swiftly,
Adulating rustling winds swaying maple trees
With echoes of thunder heard intermittently
As gray clouds hung closer, roiling hastily,
Pouring down streams, flooding streets rapidly.
Farther in distance, storm was now fleeting
Where sun’s golden rays began emerging
Scintillating mountains in amber ray beams
Lifting my spirits in birds’ rhythmic chirping
As your intimations warbled amorous hints
Arousing rhythms of romantic heart strings.
Charmed by tempo of dawn’s chromatic arc
As rising sun vanquished remnants of dark,
Lovingly we embraced missives of love spark
Echoing lyrics strummed by doting hearts,
Drawing inspiration from gilded azure skies,
Hypnotized in allure of your enamored eyes.
November 11, 2022
Placed 1st: Inspiring Rainy Days Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
(this write is inspired by the real story of a homeless man who found a student's
bag with two thousand nine hundred dollars cash in it. the student was bringing it to
pay his tuition fees. without hesitation the homeless man used the information in the
bag to return the student his belongings.)
void
loyd,
he’s a bum
smells of rum.
covered in stink
no kitchen sink
he got nothing
he’s recovering
come see
it’s free.
void
loyd,
he’s a bum
smells of rum.
scum!, right?,
no light?
hey buddy can you spare a dime?
face it, wouldn’t give him the time.
finds a sack
gives it back
twenty-nine hundred in cash
didn’t keep it but isn’t he trash?
void
loyd,
he’s a bum
smells of rum.
what did the student think
his fingers covered in ink
pockets his money
calls his honey
tells her loudly
proclaims proudly
‘can’t judge a cover by its book,
listen to me here’s the hook.
school smart or street smart
it comes down to the heart.
that man lives in a ditch
but sweetie he is rich.
you have to take a second look
never judge a cover by its book.’
void
loyd,
he’s a bum
smells of rum.
8~29~2014
Sponsor: gautami phookan
Contest Name: Sketch a Character
The oyster's shell of succulent dawn
Burst open a suppressed exhalation yawn.
They had waited on the beach
To see the amber sunshine reach,
Huddled beneath a blanket each.
In their nude feet they walked.
They kept silent, with hands locked.
Darken clouds nudge intruding
leaving the day brooding.
Sweet brine whiff encouraged, as they listen.
Falling gracefully rain glisten.
A smile pulled at both their lips
Beneath umbrella they shared rain nips.
Rain resonating deep into the ocean,
Sand, and the lover's soul emotion.
11/10/2022
Inspiring Rainy Days Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
M-y
I-nspiring
C-omposition
H-appily
E-mploys
L-iterary
L-ines
E-xpressing
D-ivine
E-ndless
L-ove
A-s
C-elebrant
R-ightfully
U-ses
Z-est
Topic: Birthday of Michelle dela Cruz (February 24)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Gentling verses, like softly spoken dawns,
Pour out rhythms, releasing hungers,
Stirring hearts to breathe, restoring hopes,
Prayerful moments trembling,
Echoing, glistening shafts of heated praises,
Mysteries in shadows, embracing – erasing
Shades of inspiration, focusing on joys
Alive like the dancing winds, traipsing
Through autumn, leaves crisp and light – waltzing
Colors – boldest scarlet, tangerine and gold,
Laughing whispers who respond to the skies
Rich with cerulean grace, risking the lazuline lines
In attractive fogs, mists rising over the mountains
Where memories blur the past with now,
Lighting the way for passions to cry out…
Inside the wall of pines, which could tell of so much more
Than memories could hold, more laughter,
More love, more entreaties to God who knows us
Like the ordinary groanings, who release burdens
Too heavy for souls, too difficult for moments when
Blessings rain down through the tears,
Liquid prayers, alive with feelings and fears,
Enemies of perfection but best friends with relinquishment,
Fulfilling wishes, bold and pleasant as the stars
Winking at the moon, holding burdens too heavy
With inklings of fiery melodies, tender
Like the noon when bees travel from rose to lily,
Milking the nectar, fostering frames – tiny
Gospels told by those who remember the sting,
Singing through the song, revealing
Purpose in the hurt, when the tingle – the throbbing
Inspires light to fade, weakening, dying …
Insipid, gushing, rhapsodizing a night when stars hide,
Exposing the naked truth – just like the sun
Who births light and reveals every new dawn, baring
With it – a beautiful far more soothing than the moon’s,
A beautiful that abides in the new day, the new smile,
The newness of a hope, a prayer, a dream…
Releasing vanilla sighs to signal the moon
That, yes, oh yes…
It is time for rest, time to test the skies
Who are eternally blessed with God’s wondrous light!
Dedicated to my pastor, Dean Andrew Cheah
Come, hear me now as I tell you a tale
An inspiring tale of William Tyndale
A man who poured out his life to translate
God's Word from Greek, not the Latin Vulgate
He fled from country to country
Living like an unsettled refugee
He had to flee to continue God's work
From his arduous task, he did not shirk
God sent him helping hands along the way
Partners in the Gospel, to ease his day
Walsh, Monmouth, Frith, Poyntz and others
Who aided the great Bible translator
After much sweat and perspiration
He finished the English New Testament
He tried to print it, but was discovered
From Cologne, he had to flee for cover
He printed copies in Worms by God's grace
They were smuggled and spread at great pace
Those were dangerous times of persecution
Having God's Word in English was treason
Bibles were burnt, but copies increased
God's Word brought the common people release
Sweet release from the darkness of their age
God's Truth shone brightly on each precious page
In Antwerp, he was betrayed by a friend
Imprisoned for fifteen months before his end
Vilvoorde prison was a dark, cold place
In suffering, his faith was not effaced
With a noose around his neck, he still prayed
'Lord, open the king of England's eyes,' he said
Strangled to death, then burnt as a heretic
Executed in the eyes of the public
God answered Tyndale's dying prayer
The eyes of the king were opened a year later
He encouraged the distribution
Of the English Bible to the nation
Tyndale's blood was spilled upon the pages
Of God's Word that's lasted through the ages
Do we treasure the Bible we've bought with ease?
Do we value His Word in times of peace?
God's Word was brought to us with much bloodshed
How do we respond to the verses we've read?
Are our hearts burning with unyielding passion?
Passion for the message of salvation!
In the quest to find the right inspiration,
I wandered through temples and sacred narration.
Holy words once filled my heart with light,
Yet, as I left, the glow slipped out of sight.
I watched the little birds, their nests they weave,
Hoping their young will fly before they leave.
In every chirp, their hopeful songs ring true,
Reminding me that hope resides in view.
From Plato’s cave to Aristotle’s thought,
Great minds have pondered, and truth they sought.
Socrates said, “Know thyself,” and see,
In self-discovery, lies our key.
Nietzsche called to overcome and strive,
To find our strength and keep our dreams alive.
In every challenge, there’s power to gain,
A guiding light through joy and pain.
When skies turn gray and shadows fall,
Remember, the light is within us all.
You were born with wings to soar so high,
Beyond the clouds, where dreams can’t die.
Love ennobles the soul
Exciting a tender sympathy
Truly Promethean fire
Always & Forever
I am your lion,
You are my lamb
A songbird singing
For this was the plan.
Always and forever,
I just wanted you to know
I will always be here for you
No matter where I go.
You can travel by sea,
You can travel in the air
By camel, across the desert
I will always be there.
Your knowledge astounds me,
I'm desperate to learn
Take me to your places
this time it's your turn.
I will support your dreams and wishes,
Yellow roses helped them to come true
I have sealed it with 4 kisses
Just to be with you.
I want you to know that I love you,
You are forever in my heart
You've blessed my life with so much pleasure
Without you, I'd fall apart.
The day of the Lord will come as a thief
But we shall not worry nor feel any grief.
When “peace and security”, they shall cry,
Sudden destruction will be their demise.
We’re not in darkness as to what will occur
We’re sons of light and of day, as it were.
Be on your guard of the ridiculers who dare
To dispute that the great tribulation is near.
Should we fear this day? Not at all!
Because it means salvation for those who stand tall.
All of God’s enemies will tremble with fear
But for His loyal servants, deliverance is near.
Make sure you stand ready, continue to be faithful
Enduring the trials from those who are hateful.
Trust in Jehovah with all of your heart.
He will sustain you and never depart.
(1 Thessalonians 5:1-5, 2 Peter 3:9-17, Matthew 24:42)
(poem revised)