Poems About My Inspiration by Top Critiquers
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Poems about my inspiration by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
MalcolmG
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 2:55pm
4th Jan 2025 2:55pm
The Jesters Mirror
Pain threads jesters while,
reign feelings' to bows logic here.
Confine masks and offends truth where,
minds brittle of stage the behold.
Behold the stage of brittle minds,
where truth offends and masks confine.
Here, logic bows to feelings’ reign,
while jesters thread pain.
reign feelings' to bows logic here.
Confine masks and offends truth where,
minds brittle of stage the behold.
Behold the stage of brittle minds,
where truth offends and masks confine.
Here, logic bows to feelings’ reign,
while jesters thread pain.
#MyInspiration
#philosophical
38 reads
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MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 5:19pm
13th Jan 2025 5:19pm
A Best Seed of Love
My muse is here, seeds in my heart abyss
invokes a soul to wake and open up
a solid earth shall treasure such a bliss
and oceans are spared for me to grow up.
A best seed of Love, a soul, ever to grace
reaching my soil, digging up my gardens
the scent of divine, the mystery of space
enlightens my spirit and my Self heartens.
A flame of Life meant to glow and brighten
the darkest of dark and every sealed whole
the core of awareness, to touch and heighten
lit paths to walk and ascend, one is my dole.
Intense powers...
invokes a soul to wake and open up
a solid earth shall treasure such a bliss
and oceans are spared for me to grow up.
A best seed of Love, a soul, ever to grace
reaching my soil, digging up my gardens
the scent of divine, the mystery of space
enlightens my spirit and my Self heartens.
A flame of Life meant to glow and brighten
the darkest of dark and every sealed whole
the core of awareness, to touch and heighten
lit paths to walk and ascend, one is my dole.
Intense powers...
#admiration
#gratitude
#inspirational
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
72 reads
2 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
17th Jul 2024 10:34am
17th Jul 2024 10:34am
Real Talk
I watch her perch on a seventies chair
hair draped across her face
skirt meeting skin at the knees.
I look at her there
crushed
somewhere between woe
and the wandering world
as she talks of how time
eats her alive
how love fucks her up
as she fidgets with a silver ring,
chews her bottom lip.
I can’t help but think
how beautiful women are
in their fury
how they arrive
crowning grief at the base
birthing hope into lives and rooms
that hold no place for them ...
hair draped across her face
skirt meeting skin at the knees.
I look at her there
crushed
somewhere between woe
and the wandering world
as she talks of how time
eats her alive
how love fucks her up
as she fidgets with a silver ring,
chews her bottom lip.
I can’t help but think
how beautiful women are
in their fury
how they arrive
crowning grief at the base
birthing hope into lives and rooms
that hold no place for them ...
#MyInspiration
#strength
#vulnerability
#weakness
#women
141 reads
2 Comments
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
70 reads
4 Comments
Zaynab_kamoonpury
Poem Published
12th Mar 2022 6:11pm
12th Mar 2022 6:11pm
Inspiring pile of shoes
I attended a large gathering , and took some time
to observe the great assortment of shoes stacked on the racks
I saw new shoes, pricey shoes, shoes not worth a dime
and shoes that seemed to have crossed many paths and tracks.
I saw dainty sandals and flighty high heeled ones too
I saw sporty sneakers and rough and tough trainers
I saw both the laced and the leathery buckled shoe
Then I saw the humble yet hardy pair of slippers.
I saw pointy shoes, furry shoes...
to observe the great assortment of shoes stacked on the racks
I saw new shoes, pricey shoes, shoes not worth a dime
and shoes that seemed to have crossed many paths and tracks.
I saw dainty sandals and flighty high heeled ones too
I saw sporty sneakers and rough and tough trainers
I saw both the laced and the leathery buckled shoe
Then I saw the humble yet hardy pair of slippers.
I saw pointy shoes, furry shoes...
#MyInspiration
660 reads
37 Comments
poetOftragedy
Poem Published
26th Jun 2018 5:51am
26th Jun 2018 5:51am
a blackwolf ringing my door bell
There is a blackwolf ringing my door bell
Banging on my door and it wants in
Howling it revolutionAL howl
To rectify my mistakes and guide me to a better path
There's a blackwolf ringing my door bell
With fur as beautiful as a genus of flowering trees (Melia)
Forever showering me with the sweetest of compliments
There's a blackwolf ringing my door bell
It comes running and running me down
Chasing me down the stream of juvenile 66 butterflies
Chasing me into a poetic tragedy
With words so shakespear-sweet
Sending me into Ely...
Banging on my door and it wants in
Howling it revolutionAL howl
To rectify my mistakes and guide me to a better path
There's a blackwolf ringing my door bell
With fur as beautiful as a genus of flowering trees (Melia)
Forever showering me with the sweetest of compliments
There's a blackwolf ringing my door bell
It comes running and running me down
Chasing me down the stream of juvenile 66 butterflies
Chasing me into a poetic tragedy
With words so shakespear-sweet
Sending me into Ely...
#funny
#MyInspiration
#admiration #respect
#admiration #respect
772 reads
13 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
1st Jan 2019 7:00pm
1st Jan 2019 7:00pm
Sleeping in The Forest (Make Earth Your Heaven)
Mother-Earth remembered her,
She took Mary back so tenderly.
Like the willow tree, her mother’s hair swayed so gracefully.
Mother nature’s tune humming as she blanketed her in leaves so lovingly.
She slept as never before, a breeze billowing her bedroom curtains,
nothing between her and the white streaks of falling stars.
Her childhood dreams feathered as Autumn leaves
beneath her favorite tree branch.
The small kingdoms of insects in her bedchamber
buzzing throughout the moonlit hours.
Mother always said at bedtime, “make earth...
She took Mary back so tenderly.
Like the willow tree, her mother’s hair swayed so gracefully.
Mother nature’s tune humming as she blanketed her in leaves so lovingly.
She slept as never before, a breeze billowing her bedroom curtains,
nothing between her and the white streaks of falling stars.
Her childhood dreams feathered as Autumn leaves
beneath her favorite tree branch.
The small kingdoms of insects in her bedchamber
buzzing throughout the moonlit hours.
Mother always said at bedtime, “make earth...
#inspirational
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
542 reads
1 Comment
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
6th Mar 2024 11:48pm
6th Mar 2024 11:48pm
My erotic rhyme
#lust
#MyInspiration
#sexy
352 reads
4 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
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
26th Apr 2024 11:57am
26th Apr 2024 11:57am
Plans
Write about making plans,” she said,
and I laughed –
“oh honey, you know I suck at that!”
and she smiles, “exactly…”
This girl understands my poetry.
How it’s always all about the anguish
of making elaborate plans
that I’m not equipped to execute
and perceiving beauty
that I’ll never be able to hold.
How I can languish in the heartache
of imagined futures and friendships and feats
that I am powerless to actualize
and how,
despite the apparent misery,
I still choose this stubborn...
and I laughed –
“oh honey, you know I suck at that!”
and she smiles, “exactly…”
This girl understands my poetry.
How it’s always all about the anguish
of making elaborate plans
that I’m not equipped to execute
and perceiving beauty
that I’ll never be able to hold.
How I can languish in the heartache
of imagined futures and friendships and feats
that I am powerless to actualize
and how,
despite the apparent misery,
I still choose this stubborn...
#ADHD
#daughter
#determination
#MyInspiration
#NaPoWriMo2024
210 reads
10 Comments
mel44
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2019 8:17am
2nd Jul 2019 8:17am
I Am Your Muse
You are flesh
I am pain
post suffering
your words remain
I force the ink
upon the page
granting means
to share your rage
Provoke despair
my sole intent
prompting verse
revealing torment
Igniting grief
forming prose
my inspiration
you do not oppose
Using your ache
I summon misery
affording language
encouraging poetry
Past tragedies
I often peruse
holding my place
your unfortunate muse
I am pain
post suffering
your words remain
I force the ink
upon the page
granting means
to share your rage
Provoke despair
my sole intent
prompting verse
revealing torment
Igniting grief
forming prose
my inspiration
you do not oppose
Using your ache
I summon misery
affording language
encouraging poetry
Past tragedies
I often peruse
holding my place
your unfortunate muse
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#hurt
824 reads
9 Comments
darkcloud68
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 7:32am
7th Jun 2024 7:32am
I Cry Out
I cry out alone in the darkness of the night. And my voice smashes against the cosmos. And the silence of the universe,invades my ears loudly. Speaking the logos, stars are bursting inside me. Planets are birth inside of me. Speaking new existence,new discoveries , new being. Life is whispering galaxies into my ears. I have returned transformed. Oh how harshly beautiful life is. I cry out into life, shaking it to it's core. And I speak unto it breathe with me not against me. Cover me with warmth. I have felt and climb your coldest ice caps. Life you have me made me, a campfire, and myself...
#acceptance
#confessional
#MyInspiration
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
223 reads
6 Comments
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