Poems About My Inspiration Published by Members Recently Online
#MyInspiration
Kementic1
Poem Published
8th Apr 2021 9:24pm
8th Apr 2021 9:24pm
Word Rocket
I don't spit truth on a dare
I do it because I care
I believe that hope
is the ultimate dope
And that not with guns but with stroke of a pen
that world-wide revolutions begin
My poems are more powerful than the missile called a Tomahawk
if you read one you will know that's not just talk
Tonight I am going to light up the sky
and let this one fly
As sure as electricity comes out of my light socket
I am aiming for your mind with this word rocket
...
I do it because I care
I believe that hope
is the ultimate dope
And that not with guns but with stroke of a pen
that world-wide revolutions begin
My poems are more powerful than the missile called a Tomahawk
if you read one you will know that's not just talk
Tonight I am going to light up the sky
and let this one fly
As sure as electricity comes out of my light socket
I am aiming for your mind with this word rocket
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#passion
472 reads
5 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
8th Apr 2021 9:24pm
8th Apr 2021 9:24pm
Word Rocket
I don't spit truth on a dare
I do it because I care
I believe that hope
is the ultimate dope
And that not with guns but with stroke of a pen
that world-wide revolutions begin
My poems are more powerful than the missile called a Tomahawk
if you read one you will know that's not just talk
Tonight I am going to light up the sky
and let this one fly
As sure as electricity comes out of my light socket
I am aiming for your mind with this word rocket
...
I do it because I care
I believe that hope
is the ultimate dope
And that not with guns but with stroke of a pen
that world-wide revolutions begin
My poems are more powerful than the missile called a Tomahawk
if you read one you will know that's not just talk
Tonight I am going to light up the sky
and let this one fly
As sure as electricity comes out of my light socket
I am aiming for your mind with this word rocket
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#passion
472 reads
5 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
8th Apr 2021 9:24pm
8th Apr 2021 9:24pm
Word Rocket
I don't spit truth on a dare
I do it because I care
I believe that hope
is the ultimate dope
And that not with guns but with stroke of a pen
that world-wide revolutions begin
My poems are more powerful than the missile called a Tomahawk
if you read one you will know that's not just talk
Tonight I am going to light up the sky
and let this one fly
As sure as electricity comes out of my light socket
I am aiming for your mind with this word rocket
...
I do it because I care
I believe that hope
is the ultimate dope
And that not with guns but with stroke of a pen
that world-wide revolutions begin
My poems are more powerful than the missile called a Tomahawk
if you read one you will know that's not just talk
Tonight I am going to light up the sky
and let this one fly
As sure as electricity comes out of my light socket
I am aiming for your mind with this word rocket
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#passion
472 reads
5 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
8th Apr 2021 9:24pm
8th Apr 2021 9:24pm
Word Rocket
I don't spit truth on a dare
I do it because I care
I believe that hope
is the ultimate dope
And that not with guns but with stroke of a pen
that world-wide revolutions begin
My poems are more powerful than the missile called a Tomahawk
if you read one you will know that's not just talk
Tonight I am going to light up the sky
and let this one fly
As sure as electricity comes out of my light socket
I am aiming for your mind with this word rocket
...
I do it because I care
I believe that hope
is the ultimate dope
And that not with guns but with stroke of a pen
that world-wide revolutions begin
My poems are more powerful than the missile called a Tomahawk
if you read one you will know that's not just talk
Tonight I am going to light up the sky
and let this one fly
As sure as electricity comes out of my light socket
I am aiming for your mind with this word rocket
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#passion
472 reads
5 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
8th Apr 2021 9:24pm
8th Apr 2021 9:24pm
Word Rocket
I don't spit truth on a dare
I do it because I care
I believe that hope
is the ultimate dope
And that not with guns but with stroke of a pen
that world-wide revolutions begin
My poems are more powerful than the missile called a Tomahawk
if you read one you will know that's not just talk
Tonight I am going to light up the sky
and let this one fly
As sure as electricity comes out of my light socket
I am aiming for your mind with this word rocket
...
I do it because I care
I believe that hope
is the ultimate dope
And that not with guns but with stroke of a pen
that world-wide revolutions begin
My poems are more powerful than the missile called a Tomahawk
if you read one you will know that's not just talk
Tonight I am going to light up the sky
and let this one fly
As sure as electricity comes out of my light socket
I am aiming for your mind with this word rocket
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#passion
472 reads
5 Comments
Kasai
Poem Published
25th Dec 2018 9:53pm
25th Dec 2018 9:53pm
Faded blues
Gone again, you've left with the sun,
my run away muse, my half-written poem.
The sky is such a devastating shade of blue
and so is the moon when I open my eyes.
Your ardent soul still sings
the music of an endless age
and I dance to the sound of it,
divine upon the tongues of leaves.
When all that shines has faded,
and my tears for you become the stars,
I will imagine my heart to be
the only living thing among them.
My lover, my imperfection, my bluest desire,
how desperately I've searched ...
my run away muse, my half-written poem.
The sky is such a devastating shade of blue
and so is the moon when I open my eyes.
Your ardent soul still sings
the music of an endless age
and I dance to the sound of it,
divine upon the tongues of leaves.
When all that shines has faded,
and my tears for you become the stars,
I will imagine my heart to be
the only living thing among them.
My lover, my imperfection, my bluest desire,
how desperately I've searched ...
#love
#grief
#WritingPoetry
#emotional
#MyInspiration
1724 reads
28 Comments
Kasai
Poem Published
25th Dec 2018 9:53pm
25th Dec 2018 9:53pm
Faded blues
Gone again, you've left with the sun,
my run away muse, my half-written poem.
The sky is such a devastating shade of blue
and so is the moon when I open my eyes.
Your ardent soul still sings
the music of an endless age
and I dance to the sound of it,
divine upon the tongues of leaves.
When all that shines has faded,
and my tears for you become the stars,
I will imagine my heart to be
the only living thing among them.
My lover, my imperfection, my bluest desire,
how desperately I've searched ...
my run away muse, my half-written poem.
The sky is such a devastating shade of blue
and so is the moon when I open my eyes.
Your ardent soul still sings
the music of an endless age
and I dance to the sound of it,
divine upon the tongues of leaves.
When all that shines has faded,
and my tears for you become the stars,
I will imagine my heart to be
the only living thing among them.
My lover, my imperfection, my bluest desire,
how desperately I've searched ...
#love
#grief
#WritingPoetry
#emotional
#MyInspiration
1724 reads
28 Comments
Kasai
Poem Published
25th Dec 2018 9:53pm
25th Dec 2018 9:53pm
Faded blues
Gone again, you've left with the sun,
my run away muse, my half-written poem.
The sky is such a devastating shade of blue
and so is the moon when I open my eyes.
Your ardent soul still sings
the music of an endless age
and I dance to the sound of it,
divine upon the tongues of leaves.
When all that shines has faded,
and my tears for you become the stars,
I will imagine my heart to be
the only living thing among them.
My lover, my imperfection, my bluest desire,
how desperately I've searched ...
my run away muse, my half-written poem.
The sky is such a devastating shade of blue
and so is the moon when I open my eyes.
Your ardent soul still sings
the music of an endless age
and I dance to the sound of it,
divine upon the tongues of leaves.
When all that shines has faded,
and my tears for you become the stars,
I will imagine my heart to be
the only living thing among them.
My lover, my imperfection, my bluest desire,
how desperately I've searched ...
#love
#grief
#WritingPoetry
#emotional
#MyInspiration
1724 reads
28 Comments
Kasai
Poem Published
25th Dec 2018 9:53pm
25th Dec 2018 9:53pm
Faded blues
Gone again, you've left with the sun,
my run away muse, my half-written poem.
The sky is such a devastating shade of blue
and so is the moon when I open my eyes.
Your ardent soul still sings
the music of an endless age
and I dance to the sound of it,
divine upon the tongues of leaves.
When all that shines has faded,
and my tears for you become the stars,
I will imagine my heart to be
the only living thing among them.
My lover, my imperfection, my bluest desire,
how desperately I've searched ...
my run away muse, my half-written poem.
The sky is such a devastating shade of blue
and so is the moon when I open my eyes.
Your ardent soul still sings
the music of an endless age
and I dance to the sound of it,
divine upon the tongues of leaves.
When all that shines has faded,
and my tears for you become the stars,
I will imagine my heart to be
the only living thing among them.
My lover, my imperfection, my bluest desire,
how desperately I've searched ...
#love
#grief
#WritingPoetry
#emotional
#MyInspiration
1724 reads
28 Comments
Kasai
Poem Published
25th Dec 2018 9:53pm
25th Dec 2018 9:53pm
Faded blues
Gone again, you've left with the sun,
my run away muse, my half-written poem.
The sky is such a devastating shade of blue
and so is the moon when I open my eyes.
Your ardent soul still sings
the music of an endless age
and I dance to the sound of it,
divine upon the tongues of leaves.
When all that shines has faded,
and my tears for you become the stars,
I will imagine my heart to be
the only living thing among them.
My lover, my imperfection, my bluest desire,
how desperately I've searched ...
my run away muse, my half-written poem.
The sky is such a devastating shade of blue
and so is the moon when I open my eyes.
Your ardent soul still sings
the music of an endless age
and I dance to the sound of it,
divine upon the tongues of leaves.
When all that shines has faded,
and my tears for you become the stars,
I will imagine my heart to be
the only living thing among them.
My lover, my imperfection, my bluest desire,
how desperately I've searched ...
#love
#grief
#WritingPoetry
#emotional
#MyInspiration
1724 reads
28 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
18th Jan 2023 11:54pm
18th Jan 2023 11:54pm
Gas Fire
Leaf-green and rather sleek, I thought,
at fourteen or fifteen, the internet
my bookseller. I've lost it now,
that old collected works,
as evergreen as Christian hymns.
He taught me, I suppose, that loneliness
is like a house, untenanted in spite
of what’s been bought and set out new
for laughter, years, and food, and love.
The silence like a single glove.
The line remembered most, back then,
was this: The gas-fire breathes.
Last verse of Best Society. Before my time,
the gas fire. Yet I could see and feel
its...
at fourteen or fifteen, the internet
my bookseller. I've lost it now,
that old collected works,
as evergreen as Christian hymns.
He taught me, I suppose, that loneliness
is like a house, untenanted in spite
of what’s been bought and set out new
for laughter, years, and food, and love.
The silence like a single glove.
The line remembered most, back then,
was this: The gas-fire breathes.
Last verse of Best Society. Before my time,
the gas fire. Yet I could see and feel
its...
#loneliness
#childhood
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
255 reads
5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
18th Jan 2023 11:54pm
18th Jan 2023 11:54pm
Gas Fire
Leaf-green and rather sleek, I thought,
at fourteen or fifteen, the internet
my bookseller. I've lost it now,
that old collected works,
as evergreen as Christian hymns.
He taught me, I suppose, that loneliness
is like a house, untenanted in spite
of what’s been bought and set out new
for laughter, years, and food, and love.
The silence like a single glove.
The line remembered most, back then,
was this: The gas-fire breathes.
Last verse of Best Society. Before my time,
the gas fire. Yet I could see and feel
its...
at fourteen or fifteen, the internet
my bookseller. I've lost it now,
that old collected works,
as evergreen as Christian hymns.
He taught me, I suppose, that loneliness
is like a house, untenanted in spite
of what’s been bought and set out new
for laughter, years, and food, and love.
The silence like a single glove.
The line remembered most, back then,
was this: The gas-fire breathes.
Last verse of Best Society. Before my time,
the gas fire. Yet I could see and feel
its...
#loneliness
#childhood
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
255 reads
5 Comments
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