Poems About My Inspiration Published by Members Recently Online
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missjem56
Poem Published
14th May 2024 1:03pm
14th May 2024 1:03pm
The Seagull Poet
Out of the shadows
Hatched in a Nest
And into the light
Of the goldfish bowl
Have stayed, at the Stade
As seagulls wade
As the seas wave
From across the pebbly beach
By the fishing huts
And boats by their side
And cliff railways
And castle ruins
Where-in Hastings history lies
As new histories begin
Even as we perform
Reflections of our lifes
Interpretations of the norm
Squawk! screech! squawk!
Said the seagull poet
He's after your food
And don't you just know it
But i look to the tumbling...
Hatched in a Nest
And into the light
Of the goldfish bowl
Have stayed, at the Stade
As seagulls wade
As the seas wave
From across the pebbly beach
By the fishing huts
And boats by their side
And cliff railways
And castle ruins
Where-in Hastings history lies
As new histories begin
Even as we perform
Reflections of our lifes
Interpretations of the norm
Squawk! screech! squawk!
Said the seagull poet
He's after your food
And don't you just know it
But i look to the tumbling...
#birds
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#philosophical
#sea
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missjem56
Poem Published
14th May 2024 1:03pm
14th May 2024 1:03pm
The Seagull Poet
Out of the shadows
Hatched in a Nest
And into the light
Of the goldfish bowl
Have stayed, at the Stade
As seagulls wade
As the seas wave
From across the pebbly beach
By the fishing huts
And boats by their side
And cliff railways
And castle ruins
Where-in Hastings history lies
As new histories begin
Even as we perform
Reflections of our lifes
Interpretations of the norm
Squawk! screech! squawk!
Said the seagull poet
He's after your food
And don't you just know it
But i look to the tumbling...
Hatched in a Nest
And into the light
Of the goldfish bowl
Have stayed, at the Stade
As seagulls wade
As the seas wave
From across the pebbly beach
By the fishing huts
And boats by their side
And cliff railways
And castle ruins
Where-in Hastings history lies
As new histories begin
Even as we perform
Reflections of our lifes
Interpretations of the norm
Squawk! screech! squawk!
Said the seagull poet
He's after your food
And don't you just know it
But i look to the tumbling...
#birds
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#philosophical
#sea
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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
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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
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