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.
Flower of Artistry
Creations in motions Stimulating emotions swirling on canvas
Swiveling from her hands sensual dance as hips echo the flow
The artistry blooming vividly in rainbows before my prismatic eyes
Howling at the moon in syllables only wolves can fathom
Her energy wahes across my soul in waves so delicately
Only my heart can translate from color to delicacy
How do i write words to reflect the kaleidoscope of sensation
The lovely artisan pollinates that which Blossoms within
Her brush strokes bring erupting buds to explode with carnal scents
As an...
Swiveling from her hands sensual dance as hips echo the flow
The artistry blooming vividly in rainbows before my prismatic eyes
Howling at the moon in syllables only wolves can fathom
Her energy wahes across my soul in waves so delicately
Only my heart can translate from color to delicacy
How do i write words to reflect the kaleidoscope of sensation
The lovely artisan pollinates that which Blossoms within
Her brush strokes bring erupting buds to explode with carnal scents
As an...
#art
#MyInspiration
#sensual #WritingPoetry
#sensual #WritingPoetry
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Visceral Insanity
Each one can fill a grab-bag torn and true
with shards of thought and fractured hue.
Bits of Vision's skull like porcelain dreams
scatter the ground with silent screams.
Brains drip colors grotesque and bright.
Fleeting ideas that burn through night.
Whatever flies out, a chaos of lore,
fragments of self, raw to the core.
Pieces unclaimed, yet aching to mend.
A puzzle of whispers, no clear end.
In every shred a story unfolds
a grab-bag of souls, daring and bold.
with shards of thought and fractured hue.
Bits of Vision's skull like porcelain dreams
scatter the ground with silent screams.
Brains drip colors grotesque and bright.
Fleeting ideas that burn through night.
Whatever flies out, a chaos of lore,
fragments of self, raw to the core.
Pieces unclaimed, yet aching to mend.
A puzzle of whispers, no clear end.
In every shred a story unfolds
a grab-bag of souls, daring and bold.
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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Jugate but very Different
06/30
Jugate but very Different
I have to confide here in often clear
but also murky waters,
my 2 Favorite Scribes, here in the
deep end of the pond –
Crimsin (Unveiling) & oskar.
Maybe it’s because I KIND OF UNDERSTAND
maybe I only get it via a Feel, a tingling.
No idea why and why I keep reading
their ink.
With Oskar, his tags are not always but
ever what he is trying to convey.
I wish I could interpret his heart
in his original language.
With Crim, the depths of her Feel
& convictions...
Jugate but very Different
I have to confide here in often clear
but also murky waters,
my 2 Favorite Scribes, here in the
deep end of the pond –
Crimsin (Unveiling) & oskar.
Maybe it’s because I KIND OF UNDERSTAND
maybe I only get it via a Feel, a tingling.
No idea why and why I keep reading
their ink.
With Oskar, his tags are not always but
ever what he is trying to convey.
I wish I could interpret his heart
in his original language.
With Crim, the depths of her Feel
& convictions...
#motivational
#MyInspiration
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The Bus Driver’s Game Pt. 2
In the clatter of the bus, where laughter rides high,
She steers through the streets as daylight drifts by.
With hands on the wheel and a smile like a net,
Oh, my heart skips a beat—she plays hard to get.
Her favorite color? A subtle gray hue;
Like clouds in the sky when they’re not sure what’s due.
And daisies all wild, with their quirky display—
Crazy little blooms that could brighten her day.
I whispered sweet plans while she counted her fare,
“I’d buy you some gifts! Just give me a dare.”
But she...
She steers through the streets as daylight drifts by.
With hands on the wheel and a smile like a net,
Oh, my heart skips a beat—she plays hard to get.
Her favorite color? A subtle gray hue;
Like clouds in the sky when they’re not sure what’s due.
And daisies all wild, with their quirky display—
Crazy little blooms that could brighten her day.
I whispered sweet plans while she counted her fare,
“I’d buy you some gifts! Just give me a dare.”
But she...
#emotions
#inspirational
#love
#MyInspiration
#obsession
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Question
Is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for
does a poem take away
does a poem fit like a glove to keep quiet
to erase the cold
to stay and stop the wind
to be free from searching for you
is a poem enough
does a poem reach
your ears with the wind
will it be, will it be, will it be
will it sit down to talk to you
will it talk without taking a seat
is it, is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for ...
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for
does a poem take away
does a poem fit like a glove to keep quiet
to erase the cold
to stay and stop the wind
to be free from searching for you
is a poem enough
does a poem reach
your ears with the wind
will it be, will it be, will it be
will it sit down to talk to you
will it talk without taking a seat
is it, is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for ...
#anxiety
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#mystery
#WritingPoetry
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ink-lined to inspire
inks on fire: inkblot 04
in the heat of pen and ink,
when parchments are blank,
my scripts lean and lank,
episodes hang on the brink,
waiting to be written down,
that they may assume
a context to bloom
where the poet may find renown.
let each utterance come forth,
ink-lined to inspire
with eloquent fire,
that my tongue may find its worth.
for the heat of pen and ink,
unready to die,
must yet testify
that i am, because i think.
© Copyright 2023 April 04
by...
in the heat of pen and ink,
when parchments are blank,
my scripts lean and lank,
episodes hang on the brink,
waiting to be written down,
that they may assume
a context to bloom
where the poet may find renown.
let each utterance come forth,
ink-lined to inspire
with eloquent fire,
that my tongue may find its worth.
for the heat of pen and ink,
unready to die,
must yet testify
that i am, because i think.
© Copyright 2023 April 04
by...
#LifeAsAWriter
#motivational
#MyInspiration
#NaPoWriMo2023
#WritingPoetry
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redo perspective
some people wish
they could go back
in time and fix mistakes
not
me
I'd go back in time
and enjoy them
all over again
they could go back
in time and fix mistakes
not
me
I'd go back in time
and enjoy them
all over again
#MyInspiration
#risk
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Come and Join the Fun
Come and join the fun (or torture) if you dare
Writing thirty poems in thirty days
It's a creative journey so writer beware
This craze can leave you in a daze
And if you don't think you can do it then let me just share
After this challenge you might lose your hair
Writing thirty poems in thirty days
It's a creative journey so writer beware
This craze can leave you in a daze
And if you don't think you can do it then let me just share
After this challenge you might lose your hair
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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Everything has a response
For sure how many of us had that someone, who just turned your own life around, giving you a different kind of perspective of what it truly feels, like to be able to have a connection that goes deeper than deep. For sure that no one is sent to you by chance or accident, for with every encounter there is a blessing in disguise. AS well as a message for it might be about a lesson, that we need to relearn over again, not to repeat what is old habits that sometimes break our soul. For sure it can be about a real life changing moment, that opens up your mind and heart to be able to have that kind...
#MyInspiration
#passion
#PowerOfWords
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
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AntiHero of Hades
your purpose, little spark;
Harness all that you are,
all that I have made you to be.
You will find your fire
and you will bring forth a great ignition.
You will be the Phoenix of my domain.
You will rise from the ashes of the Underworld
and all of Olympus
will fall from the sky,
By your hand.
You are my design.
Harness all that you are,
all that I have made you to be.
You will find your fire
and you will bring forth a great ignition.
You will be the Phoenix of my domain.
You will rise from the ashes of the Underworld
and all of Olympus
will fall from the sky,
By your hand.
You are my design.
#determination
#MyInspiration
#mythology
#redemption
#SelfDiscovery
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Fear Not
I have made
peace
with the devil,
and with
God,
and I fear you not!
peace
with the devil,
and with
God,
and I fear you not!
#MyInspiration
#politics
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seeking Polaris
geek out on me, baby
you don't know what your...enthusiasm...does to me
it's a true Dazzler
makes this girl wanna go Rogue
& Storm your Nightcrawler Beast
stalk your Mirage & its Mystique
don't Blink, baby
I might wreak Havok on your ass
I'm gonna throw out the opening Gambit
then step back
licking my lips over your wild Wolverine
talk Sunfire sexy to me
I mean...here I am
eying you sideways behind my Domino mask
with my Sunspot eyes
make me Mimic a Banshee
& howl at your Collosus
come on, baby...
you don't know what your...enthusiasm...does to me
it's a true Dazzler
makes this girl wanna go Rogue
& Storm your Nightcrawler Beast
stalk your Mirage & its Mystique
don't Blink, baby
I might wreak Havok on your ass
I'm gonna throw out the opening Gambit
then step back
licking my lips over your wild Wolverine
talk Sunfire sexy to me
I mean...here I am
eying you sideways behind my Domino mask
with my Sunspot eyes
make me Mimic a Banshee
& howl at your Collosus
come on, baby...
#music
#MyInspiration
#PopCulture
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