Uplifting Poems
#uplifting
Upbeat and uplifting poems to brighten up your day. Moving poems to inspire happiness and hope.
faithmairee
Poem Published
Today 12:19pm
Today 12:19pm
You Touch Me
With your words
Where your hands
Cannot reach
Where your hands
Cannot reach
#love
#passion
#uplifting
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
Today 11:03am
Today 11:03am
Things I Love
I love the smell of fresh wind.
And the colors of red roses.
I love the feeling of happiness.
That not always decomposes.
A memory I had long ago.
That to this day I don't feel foul.
I love the taste of sweet cheesecake.
A cup of juice and a breakfast pancake.
I love the way the wind blows.
The way the leaves rustle.
And the night sky shows.
Maybe his laughter or smile.
That you can listen for a while.
I love the way my pen feels in my hand when I write my poems.
Or with the feather of a hen.
...
And the colors of red roses.
I love the feeling of happiness.
That not always decomposes.
A memory I had long ago.
That to this day I don't feel foul.
I love the taste of sweet cheesecake.
A cup of juice and a breakfast pancake.
I love the way the wind blows.
The way the leaves rustle.
And the night sky shows.
Maybe his laughter or smile.
That you can listen for a while.
I love the way my pen feels in my hand when I write my poems.
Or with the feather of a hen.
...
#motivational
#uplifting
#ValentinesDay
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:53am
Yesterday 10:53am
Childhood Tales
Do you remember the stories we were told as kids?
About evil monsters and witches.
Vile characters with wounds and stitches.
When we all sat near the fire.
And we listened to our parents tell us the stories.
Like the story of an evil witch.
That used to be a normal human like all of us,
The story of an evil monster.
Who wasn't actually always one.
It used to be a pure creature,driven to do evil by pain.
By trauma or a painful stain.
The way people treated him for it.
And the names they would give it.
And...
About evil monsters and witches.
Vile characters with wounds and stitches.
When we all sat near the fire.
And we listened to our parents tell us the stories.
Like the story of an evil witch.
That used to be a normal human like all of us,
The story of an evil monster.
Who wasn't actually always one.
It used to be a pure creature,driven to do evil by pain.
By trauma or a painful stain.
The way people treated him for it.
And the names they would give it.
And...
#hope
#motivational
#philosophical #uplifting
#philosophical #uplifting
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bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:51am
Yesterday 2:51am
lullaby in motion
anyone anywhere
anytime at all
can cross the fallen barricades
in mind's crumbling wall
becoming superconscious
in a flash, a blink
far beyond imagining,
more than what we think
released from pain and suffering
feeling only bliss
embraced in loving consciousness
by the Oneness kissed
you and I and anyone
anytime and anywhere
can disappear to reappear
breathing without air
floating in an ocean
ecstatically adrift
a lullaby in motion
an unexpected gift
far beyond...
anytime at all
can cross the fallen barricades
in mind's crumbling wall
becoming superconscious
in a flash, a blink
far beyond imagining,
more than what we think
released from pain and suffering
feeling only bliss
embraced in loving consciousness
by the Oneness kissed
you and I and anyone
anytime and anywhere
can disappear to reappear
breathing without air
floating in an ocean
ecstatically adrift
a lullaby in motion
an unexpected gift
far beyond...
#uplifting
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 3:00pm
12th Feb 2025 3:00pm
If you can't love me right
They say if you can't love someone right, then leave them alone, for it seems that you haven't grown up yet. FOR you're still playing those childish like mind games. FOR your own foolish personal gain, with one thing on your mind to leave me broken, into little bits of scattered pieces of shatter broken like antique crystals glass. For it comes a time in each of our lives, that you gotta know that doesn't work anymore on some people. For sure you are one of those who has disregards of how you make people feel, with no shame of what you have done to someone, who doesn't deserve to be treated...
#determination
#PersonalGrowth
#StreamOfConsciousness
#strength
#uplifting
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 4:27am
12th Feb 2025 4:27am
Passion of the heart
We all need and want to be with someone, who knows what they want and need, not what they don't need or want in there own personal life and world. For sure do you know what it feels like, for you to have growth with understanding and respect and love, with conversations of maturity with honesty. The true meaning of truth and trust of truthful words of wisdom and enlightenment. For the encouragement of strength and perseverance to stand and fight through the process of the rough times and good or bad. Now let's analyze what do you truly want and need in your life and world, for isn't it better...
#happiness
#honesty
#kindness
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 11:11am
10th Feb 2025 11:11am
Once Upon A Dream
I had a dream the other day.
It was about a cat from a dimension far away.
The cat was magical and true.
It had purple fur,too.
The cat had nine eyes.
With yellow,rich color.
It floats,not flies.
And her fur shines.
The name of the breed was certainly unique.
""Purple ,arabic cat"".
The breed was certainly magical.
And something from a story-like.
The cat appeared in front of me with a friendly face.
And purred,rubbing its face onto my legs.
Maybe the cat was a magical being. ...
It was about a cat from a dimension far away.
The cat was magical and true.
It had purple fur,too.
The cat had nine eyes.
With yellow,rich color.
It floats,not flies.
And her fur shines.
The name of the breed was certainly unique.
""Purple ,arabic cat"".
The breed was certainly magical.
And something from a story-like.
The cat appeared in front of me with a friendly face.
And purred,rubbing its face onto my legs.
Maybe the cat was a magical being. ...
#dreams
#hope
#motivational #uplifting
#motivational #uplifting
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Pishashee
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 5:24am
10th Feb 2025 5:24am
Bart’s Bouncing Donuts.
Bartholomew "Bart". My Buttercup. He’s a man of boundless enthusiasm, a heart of pure spun sugar, and ideas that would make a caffeinated squirrel look lethargic. I love him dearly. Truly, I do. But sometimes, his entrepreneurial spirit… well, it leaves me a little breathless.
For years, he’s been plagued with flightless business adventures. The "Chihuahua Chinchilla", the "Edible Eyeglasses", the "Self-Folding Laundry". (the less said about the hamster union strike, the better). I still find stray sunflower seeds in the dryer....
For years, he’s been plagued with flightless business adventures. The "Chihuahua Chinchilla", the "Edible Eyeglasses", the "Self-Folding Laundry". (the less said about the hamster union strike, the better). I still find stray sunflower seeds in the dryer....
#determination
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeGoals
#MyInspiration
#uplifting
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 10:49am
7th Feb 2025 10:49am
Treasure Within
I think that everyone is a treasure.
Everyone is unique.
And when everybody is different,life is never bleak.
I see people as item filled treasure chests.
Quite literally,you could say.
Everyone's souls look a different way.
Some chests are full of rats.
And moldy cheese and fruit.
Some seem like they are filled with mold.
But are filled with the rarest treasures you've seen.
The ones who say they are filled with mold.
Can be the most different people you've seen.
I think that anyone could be a treasure. ...
Everyone is unique.
And when everybody is different,life is never bleak.
I see people as item filled treasure chests.
Quite literally,you could say.
Everyone's souls look a different way.
Some chests are full of rats.
And moldy cheese and fruit.
Some seem like they are filled with mold.
But are filled with the rarest treasures you've seen.
The ones who say they are filled with mold.
Can be the most different people you've seen.
I think that anyone could be a treasure. ...
#hope
#motivational
#philosophical
#prose
#uplifting
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 10:58am
6th Feb 2025 10:58am
Shadows
I know the shadows in my home.
Or maybe in my room.
Sometimes I see them at night.
And I wonder if they are evil.
I watch them in wonder.
With thoughts confused,medieval.
Sometimes they watch me from the corners at night.
But I am not scared.
And I do not feel fright.
Because I know shadows exist for a reason.
They are formed sometimes by the sun.
No shadow exists for no reason.
Maybe it was the sun that casted the shadows at day.
And our inner darkness at night.
Maybe they are there to keep the evil...
Or maybe in my room.
Sometimes I see them at night.
And I wonder if they are evil.
I watch them in wonder.
With thoughts confused,medieval.
Sometimes they watch me from the corners at night.
But I am not scared.
And I do not feel fright.
Because I know shadows exist for a reason.
They are formed sometimes by the sun.
No shadow exists for no reason.
Maybe it was the sun that casted the shadows at day.
And our inner darkness at night.
Maybe they are there to keep the evil...
#hope
#motivational
#uplifting
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 10:56am
5th Feb 2025 10:56am
Dear Reader
This must be what they talk about.
When they enter the fictional world,in and out.
So let us travel to a fairytale.
Written fully by ink.
It may not be real,but it makes you think.
Read this story as it evolves.
And we get rainbow clothes.
Our story eventually subsides.
After a thousand magical nights.
This story will end - so let's go to Neverland.
Write our story in this magical land.
I know there's adventures that await.
Let me be Wendy to your Peter Pan.
And use a glass,ink filled pen.
Promise...
When they enter the fictional world,in and out.
So let us travel to a fairytale.
Written fully by ink.
It may not be real,but it makes you think.
Read this story as it evolves.
And we get rainbow clothes.
Our story eventually subsides.
After a thousand magical nights.
This story will end - so let's go to Neverland.
Write our story in this magical land.
I know there's adventures that await.
Let me be Wendy to your Peter Pan.
And use a glass,ink filled pen.
Promise...
#books
#dreams
#hope
#love
#uplifting
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 00:38am
5th Feb 2025 00:38am
Gate of serenity
Come and become relaxed in vibes that will affect the very, foundation of your true spiritual existence. For let's take a silent walk through, the forest of the trees of life. For don't be afraid of learning what is necessary to learn, about thyself as we go deeper than deep into the deepness of your own mind and heart. Yet as you go through the process of just eliminate what we don't want and need, you replaced it with positivity as that is what you want and need to feel, the deepness of the affect that this place has upon you. For just stop and look and listen, not to your heart but listen...
#emotional
#faith
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
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