Love Inspirational Poems | Examples
These Love Inspirational poems are examples of Inspirational poems about Love. These are the best examples of Inspirational Love poems written by international poets.
His light, falls gently
Erasing the melancholy
The summer’s grief
Restless praises, stirred
By the music of a grace
Beyond the heavens,
Where love can amaze….
Sweet notes of praise,
On lips of leaf and life
When starlight trembles
Keeping away this strife…
Autumn’s brisk light
Falls across the night
Where melancholy
Whispers to a moon so bright,
Streams of tear like dewdrops
Rest on the soul who knows
Whatever comes in this life
God above will exalt…
Every heart who remembers
He is One who knows me best
And, with Him, life is forever blessed!
I gave you a Rose,
fond blossom of the
season. You replied
with a heart, a garden
for all Time --
TO BEING INNUMEROUS SHARERS
It has been written,
“The harvest is plentiful…”
But reapers are few:-
Be aware of God’s sown seeds—
And among His great reapers:-
Sown love seeds will sprout;
Germinating Godly fruits:-
Be in their reaping:
Numbered eaters and drinkers—
Well nourished and energized:-
Be ever mindful,
God’s garden is always full;
Many reapers sought:
His spiritual guidance,
Is in need of your sharing:-
Through life we learn about hurt and goodness
We learn about pain and healing
We learn about love and betrayal
Year after year, lessons take place in our minds
All that's required is the awareness to see them
Just when you may think nothing can get better,
know that change is always sweetly evolving
Let yourself be insightful, intuitive, use your talents
Everyone has them and can learn new ones too
It is a choice and our choices navigate our lives
Be the best you can be; because you are here for a reason!
Heidi Sands
9/6/26
(C)opyright
I know Nothing, and I know it well;
and that ensures that my head doesn't swell.
Nothing is nothing to gripe about;
suppressing any desire to shout.
Nothing is the stuff of sleepless nights;
it's like a deer caught in the headlights.
Nothing has no heft or feel to it:
the legacy of a hypocrite.
Nothing, sometimes, is all you have left;
loss of innocence is a slow theft.
Nothing isn't easily washed away;
even by the tears wept every day.
Nothing is frightening to confront;
like an empty gesture, or affront.
Nothing can obscure your path to love;
it forces your heart to rise above.
In her hair, she placed a rose,
so like her own curling petals;
richly red, her eyes deep blue
A sweet lilt musical as heaven.
In her heart from birth she sensed
love as wide and deep, all seas!
And through her life she sought
her God, only for him to please….
She danced over the rough stages
of life, her leaps resounding rhythms.
She sang a sacred healing Light --
though born late, in a dark eve her
unrelenting Irish never gave way
to night.
A HAIKU FOR YOU
Like garden flowers,
Be in glorious blossoms;
Scenting life with love:-
I refuse to dwell
in the shadows,
live in the shadows
write in the shadows
Victim poetry!
Perpetrators read
our entries, our posts,
delight in their
enduring power
keeping attached
letting go is liberation
while bitterness, hatred,
desire for revenge is a spirit
anchor
let the heart elevate,
levitate to Divine Light
and presence – Heaven
has no victims, open arms
welcomes back all souls
willing to forgive and love….
BEQUEATHED SHOES…
I’m walking in the shoes
Of my father’s father’s Father:-
I never had to tie them,
Though I had to bend down
To slip them on:-
I never wanted to take them off;
In them, my soul joyously walked.
Their soles walked me over hate–
Footprinting it with each loving step;
Leading me to the blessed waters
To wash feet in labors of love:-
May my children likewise walk
In the shoes of their father’s Father.
I've been covered by the blanket of life
Circumstances have been entry level
This world been engaging intimate lore and strife
Keep telling myself and others gonna get better
I'm leaving all the cares and woes
to my Almighty Father in HEAVEN
woe is me
this my prayer just for a blanket covering
still and again
Always AMEN
8/27/26
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
OF DRIED AND TIRED SEEDS
Having failed
To turn
Our vineyard
Into a graveyard
Of raisins in sun,
They now
Seek to pluck away,
Ripe black plums
To grave the soil
With wrinkled,
Laden prunes:-
(Guess
they
failed
the
watermeleon
lesson):
Earthly green;
Blood-red flesh;
Multiple black seeds:-
Indeed, we are
Children of
The Father
Of the sun
And the Son:
Fertilized
And energized
By the
Cosmic spirit–
Resurrecting
Generations
Of dried
And tried seeds–
Germinating
Liberated
Blooming
Freedom flowers
In the sun:
Bouqueting
Thanks
To the
Son:-
You knew by heart Beethoven
You liked to hum his tunes
Your wind was gently blowing
In our shoreline dunes
The light of our faces
Still shimmers in the air
Although we left no traces
No sign that we were there
Among the other randoms
That fill the narrow streets
The strangers pass like phantoms
We never care to meet
Back home again, you turn on
The aircraft broadcast
I couldn’t be more wrong
Thinking our time would last
Another time writes letters
Maybe a star, extinguished
Says we’re no more than petals
Of roses unrelinquished
It’s not the same old story
It changes every day
Each time I come, I worry
What you'd suppose to say..
When you ask forth
unto the Lord
you are talking to Him
Be minded Our Father
Not a begging or complaining
Garment for you to wear
Just talk to Him
About everything
For He knows already everything
He just wants you to acknowledge
Him always in prayer, He so cares
All things you ask for in prayer you will receive if you have faith
Yes! All things you ask for in prayer you will receive if you have faith
Our Lord's grace, in place, He listens to every word, He's our living witness
Jesus Our Lord God hears us
8/24/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Alliterating Awareness
Sowing senseless seeds,
Reaps rotting repulsive rage:
Ripping reasonings:-
Liberating love,
Healing hot hell’s heating hate:
Plowed peace perfected
Living lovely life,
God’s graceful guidance given:
Fruitful faith flowing:-
A Laden Quill Pen in Hand
Lay a quill a pen in hand moulted feather of a swan;
Jest a written piece of verse wrote in stammering breath;
And important historical documented quest;
Wonders of wandering authors protest dawn;
Black it’s the chosen ink stirred upon drawn;
A sole paper now being presented to be dressed;
Far be it from the story to be mis pressed;
With writings of HIStory penned brawn;
8/21/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026© Italian Sonnet