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.
oldmanG
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 4:48am
28th Dec 2024 4:48am
Slayed with Curses(Saved with Words)
Slayed with curses
Saved with words on pages
Of my iPhone screen
But to me
It’s like I put it down
On the Declaration
Of Independence
Depends on me
But I’m Growing
in Confidence
1776 But 1980
In my Sunburn
Look through my life
Layered down on an Apple
Saved with words on pages
Of my iPhone screen
But to me
It’s like I put it down
On the Declaration
Of Independence
Depends on me
But I’m Growing
in Confidence
1776 But 1980
In my Sunburn
Look through my life
Layered down on an Apple
#art
#MyInspiration
#passion
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 11:35pm
25th Dec 2024 11:35pm
The Barefoot Girl
She's the barefoot girl.
That girl who hates high heels.
That girl on prescription drugs.
The girl who loses her balance on the runaway.
But walks firmly after she's fallen.
She's no Mariah Carey
yet she's darker than Avril Lavigne.
She's...Princess Alia.
The only pop star who doesn't wear makeup
and doesn't hypersexualize things
unless necessary.
The unseen, mature princess
like Esmeralda.
The last one.
That girl who hates high heels.
That girl on prescription drugs.
The girl who loses her balance on the runaway.
But walks firmly after she's fallen.
She's no Mariah Carey
yet she's darker than Avril Lavigne.
She's...Princess Alia.
The only pop star who doesn't wear makeup
and doesn't hypersexualize things
unless necessary.
The unseen, mature princess
like Esmeralda.
The last one.
#MyInspiration
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
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MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 8:53am
24th Dec 2024 8:53am
A Path To Walk
A path to walk, would that be fate?
that fear of dark, would I abate?
souls of profound bonds seldom found
barren hearts wouldn't tread that ground
quiet calls to trace in timeless rate.
Would inner rhythm dictate
heart abode or be it blind date?
or just to a world be spellbound?
A path to walk
To each step there should be a date
for every choice time wouldn't wait
roamers seek not the Self imbound
on divine journeys, souls unbound
feed heart and open wide mind's gate
A path to walk.
that fear of dark, would I abate?
souls of profound bonds seldom found
barren hearts wouldn't tread that ground
quiet calls to trace in timeless rate.
Would inner rhythm dictate
heart abode or be it blind date?
or just to a world be spellbound?
A path to walk
To each step there should be a date
for every choice time wouldn't wait
roamers seek not the Self imbound
on divine journeys, souls unbound
feed heart and open wide mind's gate
A path to walk.
#metaphor
#MyInspiration
#spiritual
#symbolism
#WritingPoetry
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Her
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 3:09am
22nd Dec 2024 3:09am
The Real Raconteur (Pinkdreams)
I imagine I could sit for hours
And listen to her fables
She’s the perfect teacher
I imagine also
That she may not think so
Life isn’t always kind
It’s not perfect
There isn’t a pot of gold
At the end of the Lucky Charms Rainbow
Her poems make you believe there could be
She’s funny as hell
With her Pink brand of humor
She makes the ordinary
And not so ordinary
Come to life
She’ll tell you about a woman being chased by a donkey in...
And listen to her fables
She’s the perfect teacher
I imagine also
That she may not think so
Life isn’t always kind
It’s not perfect
There isn’t a pot of gold
At the end of the Lucky Charms Rainbow
Her poems make you believe there could be
She’s funny as hell
With her Pink brand of humor
She makes the ordinary
And not so ordinary
Come to life
She’ll tell you about a woman being chased by a donkey in...
#admiration
#MyInspiration
#respect
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9 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 9:57pm
21st Dec 2024 9:57pm
Rondo
Beauty is not a word!
Beauty is many words...
Poeming together.
(Beleza não é uma palavra
Beleza é muitas palavras
Poemando juntas.)
Beauty and words are
Our day-to-day bread.
Words given to mouth
As if you are simply hungry!
(Beleza e palavras são
Os nossos pães de cada dia.
Palavras dadas à boca
Como quem tem muita fome!)
Beauty is many words...
Poeming together.
(Beleza não é uma palavra
Beleza é muitas palavras
Poemando juntas.)
Beauty and words are
Our day-to-day bread.
Words given to mouth
As if you are simply hungry!
(Beleza e palavras são
Os nossos pães de cada dia.
Palavras dadas à boca
Como quem tem muita fome!)
#beauty
#kindness
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#WritingPoetry
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 8:35pm
21st Dec 2024 8:35pm
Tattoo
With ink i want to paint on my skin,
To mark there all my little burning loves,
But wait,
They are so much,
So
What to choose,
A silhouette girl embracing the glittering sparkling white and
Grey round earth,
Shining like the moon at night.
Or
Something on my my thigh,
Maybe some blue flower,
with thick veins and curly alive
Branches.
I want it to be beautiful like the bloom,
Or some red beautiful bird,
Right there on my neck.
I want it in red and orange colour.
Sweet and with a long...
To mark there all my little burning loves,
But wait,
They are so much,
So
What to choose,
A silhouette girl embracing the glittering sparkling white and
Grey round earth,
Shining like the moon at night.
Or
Something on my my thigh,
Maybe some blue flower,
with thick veins and curly alive
Branches.
I want it to be beautiful like the bloom,
Or some red beautiful bird,
Right there on my neck.
I want it in red and orange colour.
Sweet and with a long...
#MyInspiration
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 7:17pm
21st Dec 2024 7:17pm
Why Cant A Man Be More Like A Woman? (This is the counter argument for a song)
I just had to leave
I’m sure he would not understand
That all his yammering On’s
It was getting out of hand
Men are too rational.
Here is what I say about that
Their head is full of bills, bosses
And the occasional sportsman at bat
They are good for
Accusation
Deliberations
Detestations
Criminalization
Infuriation
Quibbling
and
Nags
Why can’t a man be more like a woman? I can’t understand.
Women are like light.
That everyone can't help but stare.
More...
I’m sure he would not understand
That all his yammering On’s
It was getting out of hand
Men are too rational.
Here is what I say about that
Their head is full of bills, bosses
And the occasional sportsman at bat
They are good for
Accusation
Deliberations
Detestations
Criminalization
Infuriation
Quibbling
and
Nags
Why can’t a man be more like a woman? I can’t understand.
Women are like light.
That everyone can't help but stare.
More...
#masculinity
#music
#MyInspiration
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11 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 11:46am
20th Dec 2024 11:46am
About Her for Her and with Her
Her is her, in the quiet hours of dawn.
A whisper in the stillness, a breath of the morning air.
Her presence is a thread in the tapestry of time
weaving patterns of herself and fragments of others.
In the mirror, Her sees reflections,
not just one own, but countless faces.
Each gaze a story, each smile a secret,
Her identity shifts, dances, in the fluidity of moments.
Her walks the path of many,
one's steps echoing in the lives of others,
adopting roles, shedding skins, becoming more than one.
Yet in Her heart, there...
A whisper in the stillness, a breath of the morning air.
Her presence is a thread in the tapestry of time
weaving patterns of herself and fragments of others.
In the mirror, Her sees reflections,
not just one own, but countless faces.
Each gaze a story, each smile a secret,
Her identity shifts, dances, in the fluidity of moments.
Her walks the path of many,
one's steps echoing in the lives of others,
adopting roles, shedding skins, becoming more than one.
Yet in Her heart, there...
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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14 Comments
Wordsmith
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 7:26am
18th Dec 2024 7:26am
That Guy
They call me this, they call me that,
The bastard; the rebel; the one who won’t crack
The scarred; the forlorn; the apathetic guy
The one who speaks where silence falls flat
Turning the void into lyrical chat
Yea I’m that guy
Who’s used and abused but still finds his track
Who’s bruised and battered yet always fights back
The scars on my soul are stories I own
Proof that I’ve lived and never bowed alone
I’m that guy; who dives into storms
Finding the rhythm in chaos and forms
The poet of pain; the bard of the streets ...
The bastard; the rebel; the one who won’t crack
The scarred; the forlorn; the apathetic guy
The one who speaks where silence falls flat
Turning the void into lyrical chat
Yea I’m that guy
Who’s used and abused but still finds his track
Who’s bruised and battered yet always fights back
The scars on my soul are stories I own
Proof that I’ve lived and never bowed alone
I’m that guy; who dives into storms
Finding the rhythm in chaos and forms
The poet of pain; the bard of the streets ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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disDain
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 10:34pm
17th Dec 2024 10:34pm
Up And At ’Em
Up and at ‘em…When I just wanna sleep
As luck would have it, I can only fathom having this peace…
Some imagined reprieve, that I could handle with ease, to turn the war and win the battle in me…
Dear Lord,
I plead for more…From the ground floor to soar
High from a balcony, where ancient alchemy’s released
Confounding winds with a baffling breeze
I dabble in these
Within my rabble-rousing skin
My spirit calls for action and the grappling begins…
Through the lens of these esoteric factions
Lives the fractious…Not enamored...
As luck would have it, I can only fathom having this peace…
Some imagined reprieve, that I could handle with ease, to turn the war and win the battle in me…
Dear Lord,
I plead for more…From the ground floor to soar
High from a balcony, where ancient alchemy’s released
Confounding winds with a baffling breeze
I dabble in these
Within my rabble-rousing skin
My spirit calls for action and the grappling begins…
Through the lens of these esoteric factions
Lives the fractious…Not enamored...
#determination
#healing
#motivational
#MyInspiration
#PersonalGrowth
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Her
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 2:20am
17th Dec 2024 2:20am
The Art of Caring (Trillium)
In a world where people are often aloof
not you!
your passion for poetry
learning
expression
caring
inspires me
Taking the time to enjoy and admire
the little things
is nothing short of a blessing
speaking your mind
questioning
immersing yourself in your surroundings
is...something
And your paintings and drawings?
Don't even get me started...
When my life spiraled
whenever it spirals
you're there
to share
a sketch, a watercolor, a smile
You don't hang out
In...
not you!
your passion for poetry
learning
expression
caring
inspires me
Taking the time to enjoy and admire
the little things
is nothing short of a blessing
speaking your mind
questioning
immersing yourself in your surroundings
is...something
And your paintings and drawings?
Don't even get me started...
When my life spiraled
whenever it spirals
you're there
to share
a sketch, a watercolor, a smile
You don't hang out
In...
#admiration
#friendship
#MyInspiration #respect
#MyInspiration #respect
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9 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 4:40pm
16th Dec 2024 4:40pm
My Words I'd Love To Release
I have no idle time to spare
to just sit, rest and stare
Leisure, a word I literally define
into my world I can trace no sign
a body in motion.. a brain absorbed
beauty blurred.. life confined
The Muse of poetry, the soul is the abode
do I need my ink to upload?
*****
My words I’d love to release
restore between the ribs peace.
*****
A past lingering sweet incense
feeding the inner self with sense
As for now, prevailing is the scent of evil
human nature slipping into upheaval
Souls roaming.. dry are their wells ...
to just sit, rest and stare
Leisure, a word I literally define
into my world I can trace no sign
a body in motion.. a brain absorbed
beauty blurred.. life confined
The Muse of poetry, the soul is the abode
do I need my ink to upload?
*****
My words I’d love to release
restore between the ribs peace.
*****
A past lingering sweet incense
feeding the inner self with sense
As for now, prevailing is the scent of evil
human nature slipping into upheaval
Souls roaming.. dry are their wells ...
#admiration
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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