Inspirational Poems | Examples of Inspirational Poetry

Children will always remember the void, They will always recall the hands that couldn’t embrace them. They will always remember the troubles that nightfall brings, And the darkness that invades their slumber. They will always remember the stranger who masqueraded as a helper. Yet, children can sometimes bloom out of...

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O’ I am standing in this river, in its waters clear and pure Washing away my troubles until they are no more Accusations are beneath me, they’re not even worth my time I can see right through you baby, I was never born blind My visions as clear as that water running beneath my feet There will come a day...

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to my tailor-made and dearest friend that we are both bookends always faithful and inseparable until the very end...

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An end of life prayerful song! Heavenly Light Dark days have come.... my life is ending My days are numbered... but, I'm unafraid I have no regrets... except I must leave her My days are numbered... but, I'm unafraid So don't you worry, don't fret about me... I'll always be with you... in your...memory Chorus Heavenly light...shine down upon me Shine on my pathway...to eternity Oh Heavenly light...shine down upon me My life's...

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From the rising sun in the east To casted shadows after dark in the west, Our tribal marked faces show, A timeless story, aglow. Seasons come and go, Hiding shades and dimmed sparks. Beneath the sprawling swamps, Cornering meandered mangroves, Our roots run deep, Anchored in attires of legacy. Our heads see without light, Guided by old wisdom unspoken. Truth and strength wrap us, Like leaves hiding the...

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It's all a balancing act....

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Sunbeam warms my face, drags me faintly from my dreams-- the hush of morning covers me in tranquil vow, a new chance to start again. Sun peeps through curtains, gets under my dozy skin- day begins with hope. ...

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DAWN'S FIRST LIGHT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ silence at daybreak. sacred encounter with the Divine, a conference of heart and soul. beyond form, beyond language heart beats, an echo, a pulse vibrating through the silence. wordless intent, unvoiced yet profoundly clear~ a stirring, a flicker of grace captures the dawn. my soul meets God's pulse I am led I am unbound. soul ascends Poem written for Prior...

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We are all broken people You see the cooler kids, You really don't fit in... Try not to let your frustration show You don't know what to do, When other people look at you... Don't worry there's still time to grow Chorus We are all broken people... trying our best to fit in... We are all broken people... The time will come when we will win, Yes...

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She's steadily Keeping me busy Even when I'm idle She's always on my mind Because I miss her like breath She's an idol She's always racing in my mind. My mind is flooded With thoughts of her I think I'm addicted to her A moment without her It's the moment of hell She's my heaven, the one I lean on. I've been lost In her way Without...

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The poem below mirrors the tribute featured in the video (click the YouTube tab above to view). It was created by a dear friend — a poet, musician, and video artist — who walked through a very dark time and, through grace, found his way back. The video is more than just a song —...

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The Spark and the Flame It’s easy to rise when the fire is new, To chase bold dreams the moment they brew. But sparks burn quick, and passion may tire, Without the fuel of steady fire. Discipline walks where impulse fades, Through winding roads and shadowed shades. Consistency, the thread unseen, That stitches the path where goals are led, And makes dream come true...

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He wanted to uncover the truth, but he never anticipated the path he would take— the one that led him to his nightmare, the one that revealed the other self. He understood what he sought to know, That sometimes the truth is the darkness hidden within the chamber. July 30, 1979. ...

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Reality is transforming all around me. Reality is becoming what it is meant to be. Reality consists of others loving me deeply. Reality brings forth a life for me so happy....

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By Michael Parker Days have flown quickly by like fearsome comets. Here then gone; here then gone. My hair is colored moonlight. My bones are brittle as the limbs of the trees cracking from the touch of winter’s deepening freeze. If I could disclose a secret, it is suffering has visited me like an old...

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