Motivational Poems
#motivational
Motivational poems offering support and encouragement, and motivating you to take a positive outlook on life. Poetry and verses to provide motivation to even the weariest of earth's passengers.
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 10:59am
13th Apr 2025 10:59am
Still Aflame
I don't know what's about it.
And I don't know how to say this.
I don't know how to tell this.
Or how to explain it.
On one side is a dimlit light.
Strong,powerful firelight.
Near a strong,warm fireplace.
Yet at the same time,something feels cold.
Like a forming disease or mold.
The fire is slowly burning out.
But you can still see it well.
The fire still seems bright.
After everything I tell.
Long ago,a fire burned.
Screeches sounded and peace hurled.
At first,the fire was...
And I don't know how to say this.
I don't know how to tell this.
Or how to explain it.
On one side is a dimlit light.
Strong,powerful firelight.
Near a strong,warm fireplace.
Yet at the same time,something feels cold.
Like a forming disease or mold.
The fire is slowly burning out.
But you can still see it well.
The fire still seems bright.
After everything I tell.
Long ago,a fire burned.
Screeches sounded and peace hurled.
At first,the fire was...
#despair
#hope
#motivational #uplifting
#motivational #uplifting
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Wordsmith
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 6:10pm
11th Apr 2025 6:10pm
Wake Up
Wake up; there's no warmth in the morning
Wake up; just the cold on my skin
No love; just the echoes of the silence
No hand ever reaching within
Wake up; is there anyone who's listening?
Wake up; I’ve been crying without sound
Oh love; I have begged beneath the ruins
Still no soul is ever around
Alone; alone... no one’s coming
Alone; alone... just the rain
Alone; alone.... can you hear it?
The sound of a world gone vain.
Wake up; see the riches getting richer
Wake up; while we’re sleeping in pain
No love;...
Wake up; just the cold on my skin
No love; just the echoes of the silence
No hand ever reaching within
Wake up; is there anyone who's listening?
Wake up; I’ve been crying without sound
Oh love; I have begged beneath the ruins
Still no soul is ever around
Alone; alone... no one’s coming
Alone; alone... just the rain
Alone; alone.... can you hear it?
The sound of a world gone vain.
Wake up; see the riches getting richer
Wake up; while we’re sleeping in pain
No love;...
#HumanRights
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
#motivational
#TruthOfLife
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 5:15am
11th Apr 2025 5:15am
Music and Politics
Do you remember the days
When you heard the radio play
We are the world
And “One” on Bono’s tour
We just wanna have fun
Was chased by I wanna dance with somebody
Are those days done
Hello anybody!
A Smooth Criminal was played all-day
Now we have one in the white house
Hip hip hooray
Yea quiet like a church mouse
I remember when the wall came down
The shock and awe of it all
I remember when another house came down
It was crazy. We knew who started that ball
There was a singer named George...
When you heard the radio play
We are the world
And “One” on Bono’s tour
We just wanna have fun
Was chased by I wanna dance with somebody
Are those days done
Hello anybody!
A Smooth Criminal was played all-day
Now we have one in the white house
Hip hip hooray
Yea quiet like a church mouse
I remember when the wall came down
The shock and awe of it all
I remember when another house came down
It was crazy. We knew who started that ball
There was a singer named George...
#anxiety
#fear
#frustration #motivational
#frustration #motivational
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Stephanos_PS_M
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 7:51am
10th Apr 2025 7:51am
Life Ain't Black nor White
Between the yes and no,
there stretches a field
where answers grow
like wildflowers, untamed,
their colors bleeding
into the wind.
The heart knows no absolutes,
only the weight of almost,
the whisper of what if,
the ache of not quite.
Truth is not a line,
but a tide
pulling, retreating,
never the same shore twice.
We are all shades of maybe,
flickering in the gray,
where love and loss
taste the same
on trembling lips.
So do not ask for...
there stretches a field
where answers grow
like wildflowers, untamed,
their colors bleeding
into the wind.
The heart knows no absolutes,
only the weight of almost,
the whisper of what if,
the ache of not quite.
Truth is not a line,
but a tide
pulling, retreating,
never the same shore twice.
We are all shades of maybe,
flickering in the gray,
where love and loss
taste the same
on trembling lips.
So do not ask for...
#acceptance
#LifeChangingMoment
#motivational #TimeHeals
#motivational #TimeHeals
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BSavvy
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 5:51pm
9th Apr 2025 5:51pm
Becoming...
I’ve been here before.
In the shadows of doubt,
Where dreams are whispered, not shouted,
Where the weight of yesterday presses so hard,
It suffocates the breath of tomorrow.
But I’ve learned…
That growth doesn’t happen in comfort zones,
It happens in the cracks of your heart,
When you step out, stretch wide,
And dare to grow in the places you’ve never dared to see.
It’s like this:
The seed, buried in the dirt,
Doesn’t dream of the sun,
It feels the pressure of the earth,
Of everything trying to hold it down. ...
In the shadows of doubt,
Where dreams are whispered, not shouted,
Where the weight of yesterday presses so hard,
It suffocates the breath of tomorrow.
But I’ve learned…
That growth doesn’t happen in comfort zones,
It happens in the cracks of your heart,
When you step out, stretch wide,
And dare to grow in the places you’ve never dared to see.
It’s like this:
The seed, buried in the dirt,
Doesn’t dream of the sun,
It feels the pressure of the earth,
Of everything trying to hold it down. ...
#learning
#motivational
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#uplifting
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
6th Apr 2025 2:04pm
6th Apr 2025 2:04pm
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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oskar
Poem Published
6th Apr 2025 1:51pm
6th Apr 2025 1:51pm
the cook
The Cook
Among pots and pans
The heat of an oil stove
Not a place for dreaming
He saw the glittering sea
That had a cooling breeze
On its surface
For years, the open door
Was his freedom
Where does the ocean begin
The sea life ended
Jamaica was his destiny
A youthful dream coming true
Love only comes once
But its ember continues
Will he find where the ocean is?
Begins?
Among pots and pans
The heat of an oil stove
Not a place for dreaming
He saw the glittering sea
That had a cooling breeze
On its surface
For years, the open door
Was his freedom
Where does the ocean begin
The sea life ended
Jamaica was his destiny
A youthful dream coming true
Love only comes once
But its ember continues
Will he find where the ocean is?
Begins?
#love
#motivational
#redemption
#respect
#TimeHeals
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oskar
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 4:27pm
5th Apr 2025 4:27pm
the class think
The class thing
I’m working class from the very beginning, my mother worked in a fish factory putting sardines
In the meantime, she went to work before me. My breakfast was standing in the kitchen, eating a slice of bread with margarine. if the school served breakfast, I ate there
I noticed early in life that those who spoke with educated voices got better treatment than we who spoke the street parlance
I tried to speak as the educated did, which made me tongue-tied and deeply shy, but it helped me to get an education of sorts
It was only after stumbling,...
I’m working class from the very beginning, my mother worked in a fish factory putting sardines
In the meantime, she went to work before me. My breakfast was standing in the kitchen, eating a slice of bread with margarine. if the school served breakfast, I ate there
I noticed early in life that those who spoke with educated voices got better treatment than we who spoke the street parlance
I tried to speak as the educated did, which made me tongue-tied and deeply shy, but it helped me to get an education of sorts
It was only after stumbling,...
#admiration
#courage
#motivational
#redemption
#respect
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 11:15am
4th Apr 2025 11:15am
The Perfect World
Can you imagine a world with butterflies?
A world empty of pretty lies?
With light blue,sparkly skies?
Could you imagine the ground we stand?
Where justice and happiness defend?
A world empty of sadness or woe.
And empty of war and foe.
Where wind sways and flowers grow.
And there is one thing that everybody know.
A world where everything is bright and happy.
Maybe even wholesome or sappy.
A world where nobody cries.
Where sadness dies.
Nobody feels lonely and nobody denies.
Maybe a world of sunshine...
A world empty of pretty lies?
With light blue,sparkly skies?
Could you imagine the ground we stand?
Where justice and happiness defend?
A world empty of sadness or woe.
And empty of war and foe.
Where wind sways and flowers grow.
And there is one thing that everybody know.
A world where everything is bright and happy.
Maybe even wholesome or sappy.
A world where nobody cries.
Where sadness dies.
Nobody feels lonely and nobody denies.
Maybe a world of sunshine...
#hope
#motivational
#uplifting
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Pishashee
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 5:52am
3rd Apr 2025 5:52am
Chapter 2:
The Bone
and the Ballad.
He brought her a bone.
White, clean, from a rabbit.
She ignored it. Mud.
She ate mud.
He howled.
A long, sad sound.
It went across the fields.
The cows looked.
The chickens clucked.
She did not look...
I will miss all of you...
and the Ballad.
He brought her a bone.
White, clean, from a rabbit.
She ignored it. Mud.
She ate mud.
He howled.
A long, sad sound.
It went across the fields.
The cows looked.
The chickens clucked.
She did not look...
I will miss all of you...
#admiration
#hope
#love #motivational
#love #motivational
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Olivia-H
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 2:21am
1st Apr 2025 2:21am
Seeker
I’m myself
When I’m with me
When I’m with me
#motivational
#wisdom
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cabcool
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 00:48am
1st Apr 2025 00:48am
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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