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The Best Motivation Poems

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Try

Try to live
Try to feel pain with no tears
Try to remember years past and often lost
Try, oh try to know life need not be cold as frost

Ear not the words of those proclaiming silence
Listen to the rhythmic melody; give voice to a new start
The world will follow when you sing from your heart
Believing in things that some may only try

Try, to see, the truth is musical to you and all of thee
Telling histories with music, as soothing as can be
When you sing, and when you inspire our romance
Ones on crutches, they too shall rise and dance

Try, I beg
To see as eye
Even the ear is lost in the sky
Purest of hearts, they never die

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Oh to be The King



Regally they strut
Lions have no ought to roar
Status apparent

Establish importance with quiet visibility without vocality

(Not for any contest)

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God Is Great

     God is great,
     God is good;
     Let us thank Him for being here;
     And remember, just remember it's Him whom died for us;
     Remember, oh, remember He embodied Jesus Christ;
 
     God is, God is good;
     God is, God is great, God is good;

     God is great,
     God is good;
     Let us thank Him for creating us;
     remember, remember it's His mercy and grace;
     remember, just remember He creator of all space;

     God is, God is good;
     God is, God is good;
     God is, God is good, God is great;

     God is great,
     God is good;
     Let us thank Him for being Him;
     Remember, just remember it's Him who died for us;
     Remember, just remember He allow Jesus to die on the cross;
     To save all sinners lost, to redeem all mankind cause...
     God has forever love for us....

     God is great,
     God is good;
     God is good
     God is, God is good
     God is great

     Written by James Edward Lee Sr.(c) 1974,2017
     from demo   "All Alone "
      July  12 1974
     Sound Recorders

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Tears For A Nation

Tears are born 
in the coners 
of my eyes as sorrow
to fall down my cheeks 
In grief kissing my lips 
with misery in 
silence to fall from my chin 
from despair finally into
a pool of torment
yet my tears are not alone
that fall in
evoking a pensiveness 
and yearning for 
a chaotic world 
that has been captured held 
hostage today
Too many lives have been 
stolen this year
consuming humankind 
stimulating a certain 
masses to commit such
astrocities now
Where has the gentle touch 
of our nation gone?
Too many are being
left to swim
in a pool of sorrow
for the lives that have
been lost
We need to morph 
into a nation of decency 
because good does 
overcome evil 
Light always chases 
darkness away 
Darkness can never
overtake the light
Why can't we smother it 
with compassion 
leaving us 
with tolerance and 
good intention? 
Why can we not
become the young 
country who feeds on good 
and denounces the evil?
What has become to
the kindness of mankind?

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Morning Light


The calm that comes with morning light.
Lying here... from an untroubled night.

Alone, awake after restful sleep.
No tears left, no tears to weep.

Dreaming where dreams were never seen.
Free from all that might have been.

By myself with a pristine heart,
to begin again; a brand new start.

No more fear as I arise.
No sadness here to burn my eyes.

Only peace to guide my way.
No more guilt to mar the day.

My spirit rises in the sun,
as life again has just begun.
       
written 01.20.2017

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Hold Those Tears Falling From Sullen Skies

Hold Those Tears Falling From Sullen Skies

Hold those tears falling from sullen skies
floods below, drown the sorrows of lost men.
Enough that mother earth hears thy sad cries
angelic sorrow, weep thou not in sin.

Remain thee stalwart, life may reverse tides
heaping on thee, joy in sweet future times.
Sun again shines, ending dark, stormy rides
thee shall picnic far off in fairer climes.

When mortal spirits race on foolish paths
happiness flows away as morning dew.
Embrace thee not, misdeeds bring evil wraths
walk faithful course, one that is truly new.

Live life, Fate has no power in Hope's lands. 
For even Fate yields to angelic hands.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-28-2016

Sonnet

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Never Surrender

I'm a grit teeth beginner breaking out the cage,
growing strong and fitter with wit coming of age,
squeezing letters out of lemons got me in a rage,
but this bitter will get better and steal the stage.

I'm out to lay a new way suitable to a renegade,
angrily squashing this yellow fruit into lemonade,
using the skin to pave a golden route in the trade,
writes rooted in the age of this transitional upgrade.

No scourge can submerge the courage I preserve under the surface, 
that purrs with an urge to hand carve words with power and purpose,
this marvellous occurrence undoubtedly surges to resurface, 
and repeatedly emerges delivering perfectly superb verses.

Attempts to pull curtains on my spirit,
only teach knowledge that I inherit,
I react and catch before impact to my merit
and you can't collapse the soul of this poet.

Everyone falls but my core's impenetrable,
and my mental resilience is unbreakable,
they can't remove something unshakeable,
trying is a mistake that'll make you miserable.

I've learnt to benefit from attempted attacks 
aimed to prevent the way that I vent and act,
catching the weaponry and adding to my stack,
I've a determination that I'll never let crack. 

I'll elevate as I stimulate with flow
and levitate the audience to show,
I'm able to continuously demonstrate
that my work is something to celebrate,
even though my opinion will make them hate.

Coming back is what I do,
don't make me come back for you!

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Expression Expressed


Why do I self-express and share, indeed?
          For I am but a "dark and troubled seed" ...
               And should my pen let loose upon a page
     You're apt to see that INK is what I bleed

I strive to layer phrases, fresh and free
          Breathtaking depth ... with ambiguity
               Using words in ways that paint a scene
     Not getting lost in too much imagery

I study all the greats and take to heart
          The classic script and detail of their art
               To blend it with a modern form, my own
     A trademark style, unique and set apart

I keep my child's heart in good repair
          And plunge my soul as deeply as I dare
               For both those aims are critical to verse
     And writing with an insight that is rare

To tell you straight, the talent isn't mine
          It comes from elsewhere, I am just a vine
               But blessed am I to have received the gift
     And humbled to be part of grand design

Still, if I had to give you just one jewel
          Imagination's STILL the grandest tool
               And if I could but give you just one MORE
     Incorporate in ALL ... the Golden Rule.    ;-)




~ 1st Place ~  in the "Why Would Your Self-Expression Matter To Others" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.

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Roads

the shortest road
is the one that you know
the longest road
is the one that you love

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- For A Reason -


Joy of living should pulsate in your veins like blood
Joyous time is when spring laughs, expectations fulfilled
Creation of self delusion is boundless
You discover insecurity and admits uncertainty
An orchestra I play second fiddle
The limits are indifferent, discover opportunities
Unfamiliar fruits keep your cool
We climb the mountain trying to create order and safety
In myths pond I glimpsed an image of a slimy frog
Kiss it ~ you can try








22.04.2016
Sun :)

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Note to Self

Don't let other people
Influence the decisions you make
Don't let other people's opinions
Hinder the risks that you take

Other people are not for you
They won't be there in the end
If they're not happy for you now
They won't be happy when you win

They don't want you to have joy
They only like when you're in pain
They want you to be like them
They want everyone to be the same

Not doing much
Same life, living low
No future, no aspirations,
No ambition, no goals

If you want to be different
You have to set yourself apart
You may hear their words
But don't take them to heart

Rise above the hatred
You know who you are;
You exceed expectations.
Note to self, you're a star.

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Last Laugh

They laugh under their sleeves,
as they destroy you,
trumpling you on the ground
like dirt. They laugh visibly
because they think
it doesn't make a difference
if you know their schemes
or not,
for your life is in the balance.

They scorn you
when it starts raining;
the dirt on your clothes
and skin turn to mud.

"The gods have forsaken you!"
they shout.

Little do they know the rains
are fuelling your inner spark,
that has always been with you.

Slowly rise
like a phoenix from the ashes,
as the rains clean your
body and clothes.

The rains turn the ground
to a flood. You levitate.
They drown,
as they look at you with shameful
eyes.

You laugh last.

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- Yellow As Gold -



Are you ready ~ do you need some energy refills

Today I am sending you happy thoughts

Paint this Monday with a wide brush ~ the color is yellow

The sun's color ~ sunflowers ~ a yellow rose ~ the color of a smile

Reflecting on life ~ be focused on the jewels we already have

Not in the past or in the future ~ today








23.01.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

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Your Bright Umbrella

the door has been closed

you stand outside in the rain

soaked in your despair

open your bright umbrella

storms pass; walk sprightly onward

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My son


Aged four and half, first day at school
he was going to prove he was no fool,
through boredom disrupted his class
which continued each following day alas,
by luck or fate proved he was not pathetic
my poor boy was diagnosed as dyslexic,
many years past struggling but determined
With this unfortunate disability he burdened,
art and design he found his path to success 
through art college he did quickly progress,
at age of seventeen discovered with fear
a life threatening heart condition did appear,
after medical procedure, an electrical bypass,
returned to college awarded top of his class,
to university success predicted by forecasters 
proved right after four years collected his masters,
with determination, belief, support and direction
Proved to me everyone can produce perfection.

Composed 02/03/2017.
Contest:- young people who have  inspired you.

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Beach

is it the wave kissing the sand 
or is it the ocean
- deep from her heart
sometimes gently,
often hard,
but always with passion?

is it the sand kissing back
or is it the land
- happily losing ground 
with every kiss
to his eternal mistress,
the occupant of his soul?

is it this poem touching your heart
or is it our souls
- hugging each other
on a sandy beach,
wide and infinite,
day in and day out?

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smile

see that smile
it seems real
you would never know she's suicidal
there are so many things she must feel

there is always a label
it was pasted on
she was never able
till she was gone

the blood that flowed inside
as it spilled on the floor
the blades were never pried
from her hands when she wanted more

the crimson out of her wrist
she knew she wouldn't be missed

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live before the end

Live before the end
Is always hard to see the flame when you are in the picture 
Is difficult to realise how strong you are when darkness overwhelm your light
Is never an easy road to live where death are always no new news 
For nothing goes for nothing in this new era of destruction 
Yet after the night comes a bright morning 

Live before the end 
Is hard to live when you are alone among the crowd
Is difficult to live when you are the only human among the sheeps
Is not easy to see when the eyes are close to see on the sight of justice
Yet after the dark cloud come the rain

Live before the end
Is hard to breath when the air is no longer free nowadays is difficult to sleep when we dont know what the morning brings
I thought life has an offer for every human 
I thought we live in a world so true 
Yet when i look down deeply on life nowadays 
It scares the hell in me

Live before the end 
Why not take a stand 
Why not take a chance 
Why not think to live and acept what life offers to you
It could have been worst if the worst dont exist in our life 
So stop complaining 
Stop wasting time on fear of the unknown 
Stop the circle life and think beyound the box
For you oath to be free
So you oath as well to 
Live before the end

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Shadows

Shadows

24/08/2016
11:12

In unexperienced infancy
Mistakes seemly false, intending true
Adult features with grown up looks
To show many secrets which afterwards you come to know
And make fool in all sort of ways
You are a shadow of yourself

Many years on, the thoughts so tinctured with no reason
And craftiness exist in great perception
Standing up tall yet craddled in low esteem
Premonitions banging out loud, no ears to listen
Your inseparable companion whoose manifestation you ignorantly take
A pestiferous self you will later know
a shadow of yourself

Speakers lament the you in you is you
We get the code but some make no atone
A popular saying that everyone is unique and special
I doubt, for some are but specialist in the shadow of themselves

Permit me to yowl at the single ladies
Having geniue apathy for whom they really are
Taking peeks at their foggy look
Social media tinted with their glamorous artifacts
Seductively dressed to earn fb likes
Little flesh will turn them on, their fetish say
They forget you are addressed the way you dress
Having no respect for womanhood
Solace sister in practice
You are but a shadow of yourself

She's such a beauty to behold
Not so sure if it's love or lust
You sugar coated mouth presenting levels you don't worth
Even though you fake all just to impress her
The real you is a cloud of fine particle that can't be hidden

A life full of pride is a life of shadow
A mouth filled with lies sees no reality but shadows
The more we grow, the more we know
After a time of been just a shadow
We are now strong to walk alone for
We are not created a shadow

#honesty #sincerity #direction #integrity
are what makes you a YOU

Be real, for anyone aside You is already taken!

Kehinde Oluwaseun

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The River of the Soul

‘By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept.’
– From ‘The Waste Land’ by Thomas Stearns Eliot.

If you, 
Weary of the dim, 
Harassing life decide to spend some 
Of your miserable time at the river, 
It will surely bring along your corpse. 
But where are you going to be then? 
Still on the bank 
Or will the Soul River drift you away?

2012


Genres: koan*, philosophical, personality

—
* A Koan is a fundamental part of the history and lore of Zen Buddhism. It consists of a story, dialogue, question, or statement, the meaning of which cannot be understood by rational thinking but may be accessible through intuition or lateral thinking.

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A Double Acrostic Experiment

Deep devious thought is requireD
On writing an acrostic of twO!
Under such circumstances yoU
Best take great care not to fluB
Lines or fail to follow a logicaL
Evaluation. Doubtless you’ll believE

All I say, should you try to write A
Competent composition and pedantiC
Research is definitely needed, foR
Only a few words will be fitting tO
Select, for you to achieve succesS!
Take care writing your attempT.
It’s needed for a good result.  Perhaps I
Can help, to avoid an Acrostic catastrophiC!

Rhymer. April 25th, 2016.
(A Double Acrostic is one where the ultimate letter of each and every line, matches the first letter of said line.  Not the easiest of acrostics to write, if a sense of continuity and logic is to prevail.  The next step of course, is to have a rhyming sequence added.  I shall leave that for another day!)

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Corner Lamp

Buzzing loudly,
Is that coming from me?
Dust and filth in my shade,
Slightly cracked, was this how I was made?
My light yellowed and dim,
The chances of me getting a new light bulb are slim.
But I've been here for so long,
Everywhere else feels wrong.

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Always at her best

Moving in straight lines
With an unwavering mind
To accomplish goals,
Regardless how big or small
She's always giving her all

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All Rise

As the occasion demands
All of us to rise an inch 
Above our capability
To meet the challenges
In this technological world 
Thrown at us, time and again
We are mortals hence
We should not fear the death
For it is just the change 
Inevitable, undeniable
Till the time we leave
On this beautiful earth
Let us enjoy the good
And forbid the bad
Live in peace and harmony
Shower love and affection
Lend a helping hand
Treat others respectfully and
Depart this world gracefully

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Under The Tree

Under the tree,
Sat a man
Isolated in his misery.
Looked like he was writing 
Some prose or poetry.
And then somebody told me
About him, about his life.
How sad he was after losing his wife.
Since then, I observed that when he got free,
He sat there with his diary and wrote 
Under that tree.
   

Under the tree,
He found a soul again. 
The more he wrote, the more he learned to live
The more he learned to live, the more he bloomed
Like a fresh flower.
He understood that everything happens for a reason
And he should learn to live for the people who are near.
He realised that he should still live for his son 
And then, sometimes with son and sometimes alone,
He spent some hours
Under that tree. 


UNDER THE TREE
Sits a man,
Who used to be isolated in his misery
Who still writes prose and poetries
It is his ambition, his strength. And now,
Not just a man but a 'POET' indeed, sits and writes
UNDER THAT TREE.

29th March 2017