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.
The midnight rain.
August 24.
It was dark after
Sunset and was
Raining heavily.
The street dogs
Barking.
When he carried
The child in his
Car🚘.
His wife was having
Severe abdominal pain.
They were in the car.
Driving way back
Home in a wooden
Carry.anotherboy child
Appeared he was tiny.
And born out of
Love with rome.The
Couple carried
The children
Way back to
Their wooden
Clay cottage
And fed cheese and milk.
They brought
Up the kids
In an English
Manner. ...
It was dark after
Sunset and was
Raining heavily.
The street dogs
Barking.
When he carried
The child in his
Car🚘.
His wife was having
Severe abdominal pain.
They were in the car.
Driving way back
Home in a wooden
Carry.anotherboy child
Appeared he was tiny.
And born out of
Love with rome.The
Couple carried
The children
Way back to
Their wooden
Clay cottage
And fed cheese and milk.
They brought
Up the kids
In an English
Manner. ...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#passion
#reading
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PIECES OF BROKEN GLASS
Here I am as I am just a mortal man, just taking it one day at a time. YET trying so desperately to survive in a place, that has become a vision of my own life passing, before my own eyes. 👁️👁️ For it's necessary for me to understand, what it is I am going through, yet there are those things that I can't really control. 😞 YET I know that it's in GOD'S HANDS BECAUSE OF MY FAITH, IN WHAT I 👁️ SEE AND BELIEVE. 🙏 FOR sure there will be some hard times, as well as good and bad times when I feel like SILENTLY, just crying with the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#StreamOfConsciousness
#WritingPoetry
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A Langauge Of Emotion (Silent Plea)
words ~ please fail me not
they are truly ~ all i have
to express feelings
they are truly ~ all i have
to express feelings
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#senryu
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Ghost Writer
Sights seen by my eyes become words in my mind
Alphabet arrangements flowing thru my hand
from my pen to my pad
Letters looping lazily across each page
Ink barely leaving evidence of its presence in its passage onto parchment
Breathing, living feelings infusing the fleeting black lines and softly pigmented strokes which slowly come forth
Ethereal cursive lassos leaving elusive, swirled markings
fading in finishing
as if written by the hand of a ghost
(Thank you, my Instagram Muse, for...
Alphabet arrangements flowing thru my hand
from my pen to my pad
Letters looping lazily across each page
Ink barely leaving evidence of its presence in its passage onto parchment
Breathing, living feelings infusing the fleeting black lines and softly pigmented strokes which slowly come forth
Ethereal cursive lassos leaving elusive, swirled markings
fading in finishing
as if written by the hand of a ghost
(Thank you, my Instagram Muse, for...
#MyInspiration
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
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It's Dark. Look at it.
Is this the hill I wish to die on?
Is this the word I should repeat?
I’m still awake to your suggestion,
But some summits are hard to beat.
Can you see this land, be open to the words once spoken aloud?
It’s dark. Look at it.
Just how late it is, is hard to tell,
I’m advancing my retreat,
I’m looking for enchantment here,
In the freedom of the peace.
Walk the shrinking forest, sharing whispers where once there were shouts.
It’s dark. Look at it.
I’m not the first to stumble here,
Or wake up to the wind,...
Is this the word I should repeat?
I’m still awake to your suggestion,
But some summits are hard to beat.
Can you see this land, be open to the words once spoken aloud?
It’s dark. Look at it.
Just how late it is, is hard to tell,
I’m advancing my retreat,
I’m looking for enchantment here,
In the freedom of the peace.
Walk the shrinking forest, sharing whispers where once there were shouts.
It’s dark. Look at it.
I’m not the first to stumble here,
Or wake up to the wind,...
#LifeStruggles
#MyInspiration
#pagan #spiritual
#pagan #spiritual
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Swam dollabis naga.
It doesn't even come to chasco
that I messed up the xarufa.
I'm struck by the leaves of the leaves
that are dying.
I axuncall your frixola
meidelado meidetraz.
Ensim peroca in the corner.
Shupilambas on the borders.
Gozobo casabertas.
I lost my clitobia.
Ensim leitado debreshecas
put the goalposts.
Raz paras verallas
ten tangled tachanca.
Spit lubrifins.
A frinasca of funfrunnas frengolem.
that I messed up the xarufa.
I'm struck by the leaves of the leaves
that are dying.
I axuncall your frixola
meidelado meidetraz.
Ensim peroca in the corner.
Shupilambas on the borders.
Gozobo casabertas.
I lost my clitobia.
Ensim leitado debreshecas
put the goalposts.
Raz paras verallas
ten tangled tachanca.
Spit lubrifins.
A frinasca of funfrunnas frengolem.
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#nonfiction
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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love that poem
I think continually of those who were truly great”
but what about the rest of us, mate ..
but what about the rest of us, mate ..
#MyInspiration
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MY FREE LINE'S LIFETIME, PRECARIOUS, HIGH WIRE ACT (somewhere unknown in time; Galveston Island, Texas)
skip fact
let go
set free release
all those old archaic
straight line modes
of more self limited
stream of consciousness thoughts
now long ago let go of
released set free
modes and ways of habitual
straight line thinking
into this much better
more highly evolved mode
of free line thoughts and thinking
so break free of
and out from all
self limiting restrictions
of your mind
let it snake and flow
mindfully thoughtfully
thoughtlessly mindlessly
then either way...
let go
set free release
all those old archaic
straight line modes
of more self limited
stream of consciousness thoughts
now long ago let go of
released set free
modes and ways of habitual
straight line thinking
into this much better
more highly evolved mode
of free line thoughts and thinking
so break free of
and out from all
self limiting restrictions
of your mind
let it snake and flow
mindfully thoughtfully
thoughtlessly mindlessly
then either way...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Eternal night
Under the cover of eternal night
where crows caw destinies.
Poets whisper dark verses
in a theater of shadows and laments.
Black wings cover the skies
echoing stanzas of a lost melody.
While the poets, with bloody ink,
they disdain dreams in the rhyme of agony.
Each feather has a hidden secret
each verse an imprisoned spirit.
In this ball, macabre and enchanted,
crows and poets are waltz partners.
The moon watches, pale and distant,
reflecting in silver the lovers' ball.
Crows fly in elegant...
where crows caw destinies.
Poets whisper dark verses
in a theater of shadows and laments.
Black wings cover the skies
echoing stanzas of a lost melody.
While the poets, with bloody ink,
they disdain dreams in the rhyme of agony.
Each feather has a hidden secret
each verse an imprisoned spirit.
In this ball, macabre and enchanted,
crows and poets are waltz partners.
The moon watches, pale and distant,
reflecting in silver the lovers' ball.
Crows fly in elegant...
#dark
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
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dendrolatry
she has not been moved
recently by the curve of her pen
it rests stagnant in the bowl
of mystic dewy ink
hiding in a drawer that
refuses to open its gallery
of words
her paper rests
unwillingly vacant and alone
perhaps words weren't necessary
small piercings emerged
punctuated by color
her ink became threads
translating her thoughts
into image
needle working it's way through
the tangle of words
becoming branches
slowly intertwining
into another art form ...
recently by the curve of her pen
it rests stagnant in the bowl
of mystic dewy ink
hiding in a drawer that
refuses to open its gallery
of words
her paper rests
unwillingly vacant and alone
perhaps words weren't necessary
small piercings emerged
punctuated by color
her ink became threads
translating her thoughts
into image
needle working it's way through
the tangle of words
becoming branches
slowly intertwining
into another art form ...
#art
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #nature
#MyInspiration #nature
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My Writes
I write because I need to release
Putting these thoughts to words brings me peace
I post for those that can relate
Im not beholden to the rules that you dictate
Not everyone lives in a world that's pretty
Some of us walk through a life where everything's shitty
The demons clawing at my insides are relentless
Do you think that I have time to think about your distress?
Im just doing what I can to survive
For 35 years this honesty has kept me alive
If what I say bothers you then you're not my audience
Evil...
Putting these thoughts to words brings me peace
I post for those that can relate
Im not beholden to the rules that you dictate
Not everyone lives in a world that's pretty
Some of us walk through a life where everything's shitty
The demons clawing at my insides are relentless
Do you think that I have time to think about your distress?
Im just doing what I can to survive
For 35 years this honesty has kept me alive
If what I say bothers you then you're not my audience
Evil...
#dark
#frustration
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
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biography
some people believe
buddhakitty is sharp
but buddhakitty is a blunt
end implement that's
looking for a few heads
to bust open
buddhakitty is sharp
but buddhakitty is a blunt
end implement that's
looking for a few heads
to bust open
#LifeGoals
#MyInspiration
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