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.
cabcool
Poem Published
1st Dec 2023 2:53am
1st Dec 2023 2:53am
sax dance
I made the tenor sax—there’s nobody plays like me and I
don’t play like anybody else.”—Coleman Hawkins
and when he kissed the saxophone,
she screamed like molten brass,
her unctuous passions left undone
by his tongue-teasing sass.
to every button that he touched,
she sang a different song;
and every key-point that he clutched
inflated her sarong.
all kinds of jazzy curtain calls
made rich the evening’s fare:
no instrument e’er thus enthralls
...
don’t play like anybody else.”—Coleman Hawkins
and when he kissed the saxophone,
she screamed like molten brass,
her unctuous passions left undone
by his tongue-teasing sass.
to every button that he touched,
she sang a different song;
and every key-point that he clutched
inflated her sarong.
all kinds of jazzy curtain calls
made rich the evening’s fare:
no instrument e’er thus enthralls
...
#erotic
#music
#MyInspiration
#dance
#seductive
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moroccanpoet
Poem Published
30th Nov 2023 2:00pm
30th Nov 2023 2:00pm
the stillness of the morning
In the stillness of the morning light,
When the world is silent and silent
When time seems to have stopped
I find a feeling of peace and calm
A quiet, pure and bright moment.
***
The rustle of leaves and the gentle breeze,
Whisper secrets in my ear
And let my soul begin to be filled
And singing birds and bumblebees,
Keep nature's symphony close to you.
***
The first rays of the sun woke me up,
Keep nature's symphony close to you
I enjoy this peaceful scene,
The world around me seems to have...
When the world is silent and silent
When time seems to have stopped
I find a feeling of peace and calm
A quiet, pure and bright moment.
***
The rustle of leaves and the gentle breeze,
Whisper secrets in my ear
And let my soul begin to be filled
And singing birds and bumblebees,
Keep nature's symphony close to you.
***
The first rays of the sun woke me up,
Keep nature's symphony close to you
I enjoy this peaceful scene,
The world around me seems to have...
#countryside
#earth
#morning
#MyInspiration
#emotional
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moroccanpoet
Poem Published
29th Nov 2023 2:39pm
29th Nov 2023 2:39pm
the stillness of the morning
In the stillness of the morning light,
When the world is silent and silent
When time seems to have stopped
I find a feeling of peace and calm
A quiet, pure and bright moment.
***
The rustle of leaves and the gentle breeze,
Whisper secrets in my ear
And let my soul begin to be filled
And singing birds and bumblebees,
Keep nature's symphony close to you.
***
The first rays of the sun woke me up,
Keep nature's symphony close to you
I enjoy this peaceful scene,
The world around me seems to have...
When the world is silent and silent
When time seems to have stopped
I find a feeling of peace and calm
A quiet, pure and bright moment.
***
The rustle of leaves and the gentle breeze,
Whisper secrets in my ear
And let my soul begin to be filled
And singing birds and bumblebees,
Keep nature's symphony close to you.
***
The first rays of the sun woke me up,
Keep nature's symphony close to you
I enjoy this peaceful scene,
The world around me seems to have...
#countryside
#earth
#morning
#MyInspiration
#emotional
38 reads
2 Comments
ms_kitty_lagniappe
Ms K
Ms K
Poem Published
29th Nov 2023 00:10am
29th Nov 2023 00:10am
Ms. Grinch's Cozy World
I am Ms. Grinch, In my little world,
where I alone reign,
With my coffee and voodoo dolls, my unique domain.
I avoid the crowds, oh yes, indeed,
In my cozy nook, I find all I need.
"Snug as a bug in a rug," I cheerfully declare,
With a twinkle in my eye and not a single care.
A cup of coffee, my morning's delight,
Brings warmth and joy, through and through.
My voodoo dolls, with their quirky grace,
Sit beside me, in their special place.
I hum my tune, both merry and light,
"Peace, weed, and coffee,"...
where I alone reign,
With my coffee and voodoo dolls, my unique domain.
I avoid the crowds, oh yes, indeed,
In my cozy nook, I find all I need.
"Snug as a bug in a rug," I cheerfully declare,
With a twinkle in my eye and not a single care.
A cup of coffee, my morning's delight,
Brings warmth and joy, through and through.
My voodoo dolls, with their quirky grace,
Sit beside me, in their special place.
I hum my tune, both merry and light,
"Peace, weed, and coffee,"...
#Christmas
#MyInspiration
#myself
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
51 reads
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KristinaX
Poem Published
28th Nov 2023 8:00pm
28th Nov 2023 8:00pm
Erotic Poems; I can be your bad girl ;)
What could be more incredible
Than physical indulgence -
To feel the world deeply inside
A bite mark, a nail track,
passionate kisses, stroking,
A trace of mad passion.
This passion boils in me,
Igniting the fluids inside,
And pierces me with fire,
Like a tingling on the skin.
Ah, what could be more...
beautiful than rapture?
And your hand reaches below.
Taking control with words.
You push inside of me.
Our collective orgasm building...
Until the bursting point.
Where you fill...
Than physical indulgence -
To feel the world deeply inside
A bite mark, a nail track,
passionate kisses, stroking,
A trace of mad passion.
This passion boils in me,
Igniting the fluids inside,
And pierces me with fire,
Like a tingling on the skin.
Ah, what could be more...
beautiful than rapture?
And your hand reaches below.
Taking control with words.
You push inside of me.
Our collective orgasm building...
Until the bursting point.
Where you fill...
#lust
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#passion
#orgasm
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Maple666
Poem Published
26th Nov 2023 6:38pm
26th Nov 2023 6:38pm
Only you .
You know girl you got is so wrong . All those disappointments were not to take you down . Yes you have been bought to you knees with a trembling heart and eyes that found it hard to see in the dark searching on a hand to hold . All these things were there so you could find your voice your legs your hands mind and your own heart . In such a way that you know how precious and necessary it is to live a life even when it feels all askew when bottom is the top and the top the bottom and friends and family are few and how love can stab you in the back while in your romantic inclination your heart...
#MyInspiration
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#choices
#SelfWorth
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Naajir
Poem Published
8th Nov 2023 8:42pm
8th Nov 2023 8:42pm
Poetiq Sting
I'm wandering these pages
looking for someone...someone that inspired..
my artistic flow
she stung me..with her creativity.
'bout 4 years ago...hope I can find her..
I'd like to see...if we could flow
and maybe flow together
can't remember her whole name...
cuz she changes it so often
but I think part of it began with...Poetiq..yeah that's
it..yeah I'm sure..
sure wish...
Poetique would come over to my pages..
it'd be real nice...now what could
I use as...
looking for someone...someone that inspired..
my artistic flow
she stung me..with her creativity.
'bout 4 years ago...hope I can find her..
I'd like to see...if we could flow
and maybe flow together
can't remember her whole name...
cuz she changes it so often
but I think part of it began with...Poetiq..yeah that's
it..yeah I'm sure..
sure wish...
Poetique would come over to my pages..
it'd be real nice...now what could
I use as...
#funny
#lover
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
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Maeve_Edmonson
Poem Published
6th Nov 2023 10:51pm
6th Nov 2023 10:51pm
Waves of Poetry
Poetry comes in waves
we all swim at our own pace.
Some of us make a splash,
and some do it with grace.
The ocean tide roles in,
that's when the muse hits,
the moon to guide my light
upon the desk where I sit.
Another wave on this paper,
a stanza of splashes from the sea,
I crave the salty wind,
let it set my writing free.
And when the storms begin to roar,
lightning strikes the deep blue,
a mastermind of emotions
begin to pour through.
So let my writing come in waves,
my muse hit at times, ...
we all swim at our own pace.
Some of us make a splash,
and some do it with grace.
The ocean tide roles in,
that's when the muse hits,
the moon to guide my light
upon the desk where I sit.
Another wave on this paper,
a stanza of splashes from the sea,
I crave the salty wind,
let it set my writing free.
And when the storms begin to roar,
lightning strikes the deep blue,
a mastermind of emotions
begin to pour through.
So let my writing come in waves,
my muse hit at times, ...
#inspirational
#rhyming
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
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Pishashee
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 4:04am
3rd Nov 2023 4:04am
One page I Write (OPIW)
The darkness
in the business
with the contrast of light,
It never stops.
I make it to 635,
Northbound,
Its got stories;
that stretch of hiway.
Every night,
We keep each other's secrets -
5 minutes to Argentine.
I ask them,
They ask me;
What lead you here?
in the business
with the contrast of light,
It never stops.
I make it to 635,
Northbound,
Its got stories;
that stretch of hiway.
Every night,
We keep each other's secrets -
5 minutes to Argentine.
I ask them,
They ask me;
What lead you here?
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#passion
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
30th Oct 2023 1:08pm
30th Oct 2023 1:08pm
temperamental entity...
like any relationship
we have the occasional falling out
a temporary break, as it were
she crosses her proverbial arms
pretty little pout
one ethereal foot stomping
{picture a sprite in full tantrum}
and goes completely mute
all the while I'm pleading
trying to get her to see reason
but when she's in a mood...
nothing I can do
just give her space
walk away
...and wait
eventually she always returns
absolutely no contrition
simply beats me over the head
with her latest obsession
and I...
we have the occasional falling out
a temporary break, as it were
she crosses her proverbial arms
pretty little pout
one ethereal foot stomping
{picture a sprite in full tantrum}
and goes completely mute
all the while I'm pleading
trying to get her to see reason
but when she's in a mood...
nothing I can do
just give her space
walk away
...and wait
eventually she always returns
absolutely no contrition
simply beats me over the head
with her latest obsession
and I...
#confessional
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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Poetryman
Poem Published
25th Oct 2023 11:17am
25th Oct 2023 11:17am
grand scales
Lay your back on my pianos contrasting keys
That I may create sounds with gentle notes
My fingertips climbing and falling in delicate tones
From the tips of your curled purled toes
To the ends of your dark flowing hair
Would you sing for me as I play delightfully
With the rhythm of desire trembling on your skin
My hands vibrating with your quivering song
In scales without chords that complicate our harmony
Let me play you in a duet of two solo artists
Coming together in one collaborative crescendo
Erupting in a chorus of unholy names ...
That I may create sounds with gentle notes
My fingertips climbing and falling in delicate tones
From the tips of your curled purled toes
To the ends of your dark flowing hair
Would you sing for me as I play delightfully
With the rhythm of desire trembling on your skin
My hands vibrating with your quivering song
In scales without chords that complicate our harmony
Let me play you in a duet of two solo artists
Coming together in one collaborative crescendo
Erupting in a chorus of unholy names ...
#music
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry #art
#WritingPoetry #art
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cabcool
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2023 3:52am
23rd Oct 2023 3:52am
. until you see my ink
I ink, therefore iamb.”―Adrienne Gusoff
i am a little poem,
a cluster of impressive words
with wings that soar like happy birds
upon the winds that blow ‘em.
i wear a cunning guise
that sometimes hides, behind its text,
making some readers feel perplexed,
words only for the wise.
i am both speech and song,
full of the rhythm of the dance,
whose lines code meaning at a...
i am a little poem,
a cluster of impressive words
with wings that soar like happy birds
upon the winds that blow ‘em.
i wear a cunning guise
that sometimes hides, behind its text,
making some readers feel perplexed,
words only for the wise.
i am both speech and song,
full of the rhythm of the dance,
whose lines code meaning at a...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
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