My Inspiration Poems - Poems about My Inspiration

The Will-o’-the-Wisp never stays still. It ignites a dare, tempting the watchers to chase its glow. Its tongues of flame don’t just flicker— they sear deep into the minds of those, who dare to gaze and stare. It erupts with flickering tongues of fire, leaping ahead like runaway sparks, igniting the brittle leaves of thought. Spreading fast, wild, and relentless— through piles...

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7/28/2025 The people of Israel, live under constant threat of death. When thinking of that, it steals away my very breath! And some writers’ joy, is only when a Jew,in fact, in any land, for their life, cries! Shameless be the writer, as the Jew sheds his very last tears, and in horrid pain, dies! Tell me, my Lord, there is...

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I'm standing by the mountain that reaches up so high. I'm looking toward the heavens and asking for a reason why? In the shadow of that mountain, I can't see my way through... but I'll start climbing for the summit because I know I walk with you. He'll lead me to the highest, he'll lift me and I'll...

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Razor sharp reality creates the deepest wounds. Heartbreak bleeds through the tears of the soul Blanking the mind, making life a blur While we seek to find a way to make ourselves whole. There's no such thing as convenient times. Reality will strike without warning signs. So what can we do to blunt these blades? We must find a way that is...

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DAILY GRATITUDE When I wake up I immediately feel grateful that I woke… and then I remind myself to make this day count for I will never have this day again. ...

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May we all be blessed to understand… It’s up to us to find a way… when we rise up in the morning… to make the most of this beautiful day. ...

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They shout for a piece of my mind— I offer the quiet, forged and cool, Not shrapnel, not wildfire, not the grind Of teeth on bone, but a deeper tool: A breath that holds when the structure sways, A root that grips when the landslide calls. Peace isn’t the absence of the blaze, But the choosing of water when fury sprawls. It’s not...

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Inspired by joy. There is joy in the world By Michelle Morris 23/07/2025 There is joy in the world But sometimes we're too busy to notice Every bird that heralds the morn Every sunrise that brightens our day Every sunset and starry sky and aurora Every colour and sound ever displayed Every rainbow and cloudscape we treasure Every...

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They asked for a piece of my mind— so I offered silence, wrapped in gold. No rage, no clamor, no thunderclap, just breath unbroken when the world turned cold. Peace of mind isn't a destination, but a pact with storms I’ve learned to outlast. Not the absence of chaos—but grace, in the moments I choose not to cast judgment, holding fast. It's the...

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In the stillness of dawn, a primal question awakens, A whisper that dances, a quest that never dampens. On the blank parchment with lines, I lay my thoughts bare, Each stroke of the pen, a truth I must share. You define your font, size, and spacing that is life, In...

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Winter storm. Question marks fall like snow on shoulders bent with seeking. Hollow caverns where certainty once lived echo chambers of why. Face pressed against cold glass. Fingertips trace what cannot be grasped. Footsteps soft on unseen paths. Autumn leaves crumble in cupped palms. Dreams, half-formed, scatter like dust through fingers that cannot hold. Shell splits. Light finds the crack, makes...

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The moon speaks in phases the sun a voice of lasers every cloud a picture story -- write me a day, and I’ll paint you a Starry Night....

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just before the wicked storm breaks while young birds clinging with all their might to the strong stiff branches of the sycamore tree yes we are the stiff branches that bend and sway but we do not break and here to shelter thee...

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sweet death be not afraid to dance upon thy sweet grave while the devil who plays a mean red fiddle kindle the fire with flame shall dance upon thy sweet grave...

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oh lord every break of dawn i shall see the sunrise in her jasmine green eyes and all the light have not gone through her sweet smile lord restoreth me again every break of dawn...

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