Poems about Inspiration
#MyInspiration
My inspiration poems, a look into what inspires creativity and artistry in poets and writers. Poetry about a poet's muse or creative influence. Also poems about our idols, things or people who inspire us and those we aspire to be like.
Uniqueness
Each poet unique
No one better than the rest
All voices matter.
No one better than the rest
All voices matter.
#haiku
#identity
#inspirational
#MyInspiration
#senryu
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Upbeat
You want to help?
Stop breathing!
All the things that I hate,
Think their hearts have meaning.
But I'm tired,
And they keep believing.
So let's play a game.
It's called " No More Hearts Beating"
Stop breathing!
All the things that I hate,
Think their hearts have meaning.
But I'm tired,
And they keep believing.
So let's play a game.
It's called " No More Hearts Beating"
#MyInspiration
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Concepts
Sorry for the stark reality, but isn't the truth better?
I was watching some Merry Melodies a few days ago on YouTube—ever showing my ability to rise above and be the unstressed individual, escaping our world... today. I cringe at the reality...
Anyway, Porky Pig had a bakery and it was just lovely. Except, he was battling some pesky flies.
The flies, being a threat to his pristine cleanliness to the public; a public he will be selling his bakery goods to, therefore making him rich off the wonderful baked goods and money he rakes in.
And, so there...
I was watching some Merry Melodies a few days ago on YouTube—ever showing my ability to rise above and be the unstressed individual, escaping our world... today. I cringe at the reality...
Anyway, Porky Pig had a bakery and it was just lovely. Except, he was battling some pesky flies.
The flies, being a threat to his pristine cleanliness to the public; a public he will be selling his bakery goods to, therefore making him rich off the wonderful baked goods and money he rakes in.
And, so there...
#MyInspiration
#passion
#PowerOfWords #WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #WritingPoetry
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Unseen
I sit back, unseen,
in the shadows of your lives,
watching the threads
that pull you—fragile, messy things—
tangle and twist.
I don’t need to speak,
don’t need to be seen,
I’m here to catch the moments
when you think you’re invisible—
that’s when the truth slips through.
Patterns emerge in the chaos,
a heartbeat’s hesitation,
the flicker in the eye
before you hide the secret,
before you lie to yourself.
You move,
like marionettes
dancing on a stage
no one...
in the shadows of your lives,
watching the threads
that pull you—fragile, messy things—
tangle and twist.
I don’t need to speak,
don’t need to be seen,
I’m here to catch the moments
when you think you’re invisible—
that’s when the truth slips through.
Patterns emerge in the chaos,
a heartbeat’s hesitation,
the flicker in the eye
before you hide the secret,
before you lie to yourself.
You move,
like marionettes
dancing on a stage
no one...
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
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The Beauty of Nature
My passions and arts are in the simplest form.
I'm proud of everything I've created.
So elegant and beautiful.
Photography, art, drawings, writings. It all came from me.
And it is all so beautiful.
I can start life over
in a little forest of hope.
I'm proud of everything I've created.
So elegant and beautiful.
Photography, art, drawings, writings. It all came from me.
And it is all so beautiful.
I can start life over
in a little forest of hope.
#MyInspiration
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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Bart’s Bouncing Donuts.
Bartholomew "Bart". My Buttercup. He’s a man of boundless enthusiasm, a heart of pure spun sugar, and ideas that would make a caffeinated squirrel look lethargic. I love him dearly. Truly, I do. But sometimes, his entrepreneurial spirit… well, it leaves me a little breathless.
For years, he’s been plagued with flightless business adventures. The "Chihuahua Chinchilla", the "Edible Eyeglasses", the "Self-Folding Laundry". (the less said about the hamster union strike, the better). I still find stray sunflower seeds in the dryer....
For years, he’s been plagued with flightless business adventures. The "Chihuahua Chinchilla", the "Edible Eyeglasses", the "Self-Folding Laundry". (the less said about the hamster union strike, the better). I still find stray sunflower seeds in the dryer....
#determination
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeGoals
#MyInspiration
#uplifting
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stir your soul
like lava bursting out of the ground
the choking feelings burst out
and flow out on virgin paper
then my soul gets relief
when a drop of dew falls on a bud
trembling in the cold wind,
the bud bears that gentle blow
and my soul gives magical peace to that bud through words
countless nests lying in the organic gardens
sad, empty and covered in dust
cry out for freedom
their silent screams ring in my ears
and their sobbing words shake my soul
...
the choking feelings burst out
and flow out on virgin paper
then my soul gets relief
when a drop of dew falls on a bud
trembling in the cold wind,
the bud bears that gentle blow
and my soul gives magical peace to that bud through words
countless nests lying in the organic gardens
sad, empty and covered in dust
cry out for freedom
their silent screams ring in my ears
and their sobbing words shake my soul
...
#motivational
#MyInspiration
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baroness orczy
a character from way back when
I was young I loved classic
crime fiction, agatha, baroness orczy;
and particularly the latter, since her
‘old man in the corner’ stories gave me the idea
for my old bloke in the pub.
I was young I loved classic
crime fiction, agatha, baroness orczy;
and particularly the latter, since her
‘old man in the corner’ stories gave me the idea
for my old bloke in the pub.
#MyInspiration
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Not Sure.
I want to write poems, lines & things.
Through not sure what is right to write.
I've written things not yet published.
That may sound bitter to another
Not my intention to offend & blame.
But rather myself to be as I am.
My thuth to my self to be,
As i'm perceiving it to be.
I'm going through a thing at moment.
Thoughts are clouding my mind.
Confusing me further.
Sure there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
Hope it not a train
Coming from the other end.
...
Through not sure what is right to write.
I've written things not yet published.
That may sound bitter to another
Not my intention to offend & blame.
But rather myself to be as I am.
My thuth to my self to be,
As i'm perceiving it to be.
I'm going through a thing at moment.
Thoughts are clouding my mind.
Confusing me further.
Sure there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
Hope it not a train
Coming from the other end.
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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vitae summa brevis ..
he wrote, I think, one
great lyrical poem, before
dying at thirty three;
what more do you want ..
great lyrical poem, before
dying at thirty three;
what more do you want ..
#MyInspiration
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Wordsmith
I am the architect of words; a verbal alchemist
Weaving rhymes so seamless; they transcend the mist.
Each syllable I sculpt; a diamond refined
A tapestry of thoughts; the rarest you'll find.
I'm the new age sage; a Shakespeare upgrade
A timeless cascade where brilliance is displayed
A wordsmith supreme; with verses tailor-made
Crafting lines so sharp; they never will fade
I breathe life to letters; make the mundane explode
A master of the metaphor; I decode and reload
Each stanza’s a canvas; each rhyme’s a parade
I'm the...
Weaving rhymes so seamless; they transcend the mist.
Each syllable I sculpt; a diamond refined
A tapestry of thoughts; the rarest you'll find.
I'm the new age sage; a Shakespeare upgrade
A timeless cascade where brilliance is displayed
A wordsmith supreme; with verses tailor-made
Crafting lines so sharp; they never will fade
I breathe life to letters; make the mundane explode
A master of the metaphor; I decode and reload
Each stanza’s a canvas; each rhyme’s a parade
I'm the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords #WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #WritingPoetry
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Stained Glass Windows
The Stained Glass windows
in the vestibule,
in the Back of the church,
of the last row pews.
Through the Entrance,
is how I come to view,
As we enter the Lord's House
Where Praises are due.
These Beautiful windows are
Out of sight,
a Beautiful view,
Bringing to us Delight,
A beautiful church,
a marvelous sight,
A feeling of Happiness, and
It feels so right,
When you are so full of Joy,
Through these stained Glass windows
Where The Sun Shines Bright!!!!
B.R.
Date: 1/14/2025
in the vestibule,
in the Back of the church,
of the last row pews.
Through the Entrance,
is how I come to view,
As we enter the Lord's House
Where Praises are due.
These Beautiful windows are
Out of sight,
a Beautiful view,
Bringing to us Delight,
A beautiful church,
a marvelous sight,
A feeling of Happiness, and
It feels so right,
When you are so full of Joy,
Through these stained Glass windows
Where The Sun Shines Bright!!!!
B.R.
Date: 1/14/2025
#inspirational
#motivational
#MyInspiration #uplifting
#MyInspiration #uplifting
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