Long Upbeat Inspirational Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Happy, positive, motivational and inspirational poetry
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
cabcool
Poem Published
11th Jan 2022 6:26pm
11th Jan 2022 6:26pm
papier-mâché
the struggles of a poem rising
"Courage is feeling your soul go through a paper shredder and knowing
that the paper mâché that God will build out of your scraps will be more
beautiful than what you had before." Author unknown
this poem:
bits and pieces
of my wry vernacular;
intuitive words
worn torn in half
to fit the circumstances
...
"Courage is feeling your soul go through a paper shredder and knowing
that the paper mâché that God will build out of your scraps will be more
beautiful than what you had before." Author unknown
this poem:
bits and pieces
of my wry vernacular;
intuitive words
worn torn in half
to fit the circumstances
...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
36 reads
3 Comments
ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
10th Jan 2022 11:50pm
10th Jan 2022 11:50pm
Light
I've lost some passion to the casket
where I've abandoned my flask.
Now I'm tasked with finding new
suns to bask in, for now I can barely
get a match lit, they say this will pass.
The night that never ends, well I guess
it depends. I could learn to adapt
or get a new pen, one that glows in the
dark perhaps, or one from a friend.
Maybe one off a pal so at least I could
send good wishes and late kisses
to those who defend
me while
I'm at my worst, practising curses
in the back...
where I've abandoned my flask.
Now I'm tasked with finding new
suns to bask in, for now I can barely
get a match lit, they say this will pass.
The night that never ends, well I guess
it depends. I could learn to adapt
or get a new pen, one that glows in the
dark perhaps, or one from a friend.
Maybe one off a pal so at least I could
send good wishes and late kisses
to those who defend
me while
I'm at my worst, practising curses
in the back...
#TimeHeals
50 reads
3 Comments
Styxian
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2022 3:39pm
2nd Jan 2022 3:39pm
Blue Bird
(Blue Bird)
Kittens do not like rain,
it's not warm-wet
like their mother's tongue
So do not make me wait
under your barely a porch-roof
for long
Haste yourself home
I've brought your coat back
It's my salvation still
as then
Although it's a sad animal hide,
soaked in grey sky-blood
as cold as death
But I watched a blue bird
brave the elements
thrown ahead of it
Sorcery; the skies brewed angry
for clouds that have no arms
nor legs
Only breath ...
Kittens do not like rain,
it's not warm-wet
like their mother's tongue
So do not make me wait
under your barely a porch-roof
for long
Haste yourself home
I've brought your coat back
It's my salvation still
as then
Although it's a sad animal hide,
soaked in grey sky-blood
as cold as death
But I watched a blue bird
brave the elements
thrown ahead of it
Sorcery; the skies brewed angry
for clouds that have no arms
nor legs
Only breath ...
#happiness
50 reads
9 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
25th Dec 2021 2:22am
25th Dec 2021 2:22am
The reclamation of miser Ablewordzy Scrounge
It's December 24th
once again; I've yet to
find any words flowing
naturally from this pen
as if a migrating throng
of birds flocking with purpose
destination in mind
Instead, mocking me
knocking at the door?
A host of ghostly Jacob Marley
carolers informing that there's
more work to be done on this tale
and that so much daylight
has been wasted
How miserably unkind!
"It's all HUMBUG!" I wail
through the frosted foyer window
"I am too old and beyond hope!
Go, and redeem some other...
once again; I've yet to
find any words flowing
naturally from this pen
as if a migrating throng
of birds flocking with purpose
destination in mind
Instead, mocking me
knocking at the door?
A host of ghostly Jacob Marley
carolers informing that there's
more work to be done on this tale
and that so much daylight
has been wasted
How miserably unkind!
"It's all HUMBUG!" I wail
through the frosted foyer window
"I am too old and beyond hope!
Go, and redeem some other...
#Christmas
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
104 reads
11 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
19th Dec 2021 7:52am
19th Dec 2021 7:52am
Power, Pizzazz, and All That Jazz!
It’s the summer of 1937
Gertrude is only fourteen
She and her older sister sneak out of the house
And Gertrude’s eyes have that certain gleam
She’s mesmerized by the big city lights
It’s something they’ve never seen
They go into a club to see Benny Goodman
As the big jazz band plays Sing, Sing, Sing
- - -
Henry has just turned twenty-five
He and his friends go to see Cab Calloway
They dance having the time of their lives
Jumping and jiving celebrating his birthday
Drinks and...
Gertrude is only fourteen
She and her older sister sneak out of the house
And Gertrude’s eyes have that certain gleam
She’s mesmerized by the big city lights
It’s something they’ve never seen
They go into a club to see Benny Goodman
As the big jazz band plays Sing, Sing, Sing
- - -
Henry has just turned twenty-five
He and his friends go to see Cab Calloway
They dance having the time of their lives
Jumping and jiving celebrating his birthday
Drinks and...
#music
#memories
#aging #dance
#aging #dance
93 reads
8 Comments
flowergirl
Poem Published
13th Dec 2021 5:12pm
13th Dec 2021 5:12pm
All Is Peaceful
Keep your eyes closed my luv
hold my heart tenderly
let our spirits soar to the unknown
feel our souls interconnect as never before
leave life as it exists to create our own
feel my being walk thru your soul softly
feeling the slightest movement of my heart
sending kisses floating thru your every vein
relax my luv as I take you tonight
to our own private paradise
only our spirits know the way
passion gliding over your skin thru my fingertips
lightly touching you like soft feathers ...
hold my heart tenderly
let our spirits soar to the unknown
feel our souls interconnect as never before
leave life as it exists to create our own
feel my being walk thru your soul softly
feeling the slightest movement of my heart
sending kisses floating thru your every vein
relax my luv as I take you tonight
to our own private paradise
only our spirits know the way
passion gliding over your skin thru my fingertips
lightly touching you like soft feathers ...
#love
#admiration
#emotions
168 reads
15 Comments
Styxian
Poem Published
12th Dec 2021 5:12pm
12th Dec 2021 5:12pm
By The Wayside
I found your poem by the wayside
neatly folded, yellowed paper
Because the sun scorned
what it couldn’t grow itself
But once opened, it wasn’t so old
it said the same things
that I’d been thinking lately
Except I was con to its pro
This desolate highway;
Cracked road, weeds as spectators
to the random vehicles
With bits of discarded evidence
that people leave
as they drive this broken arrow
away from their dashed lives
I wondered how you’d lost it
this rhyme of wishes
So neatly written, but...
neatly folded, yellowed paper
Because the sun scorned
what it couldn’t grow itself
But once opened, it wasn’t so old
it said the same things
that I’d been thinking lately
Except I was con to its pro
This desolate highway;
Cracked road, weeds as spectators
to the random vehicles
With bits of discarded evidence
that people leave
as they drive this broken arrow
away from their dashed lives
I wondered how you’d lost it
this rhyme of wishes
So neatly written, but...
#kindness
#motivational
#inspirational
148 reads
14 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
9th Dec 2021 7:14pm
9th Dec 2021 7:14pm
Draw up a cup
Haiku/ coffee
Relaxed industry
from the grind, to sit and breathe
caffeine reign supreme
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Mornings Ritual
In the bitterness of winter. I trudge to the well
the spring water reflects the moon
as I wind the handle, bringing it to the surface
place it outside the cabin door,
settling, ready for the morning.
5am, winds are howling like banshee,
the fire pops as...
Relaxed industry
from the grind, to sit and breathe
caffeine reign supreme
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Mornings Ritual
In the bitterness of winter. I trudge to the well
the spring water reflects the moon
as I wind the handle, bringing it to the surface
place it outside the cabin door,
settling, ready for the morning.
5am, winds are howling like banshee,
the fire pops as...
#coffee
47 reads
2 Comments
Lament4GenX
Donovan C.
Donovan C.
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2021 6:13pm
2nd Dec 2021 6:13pm
Feather
- "What am I?" he asked her. "Am I a demon, some kind of monster? For surly I was greeted by Death himself. I swear I saw his jagged grin and heard his maniacal laughter. I felt his cold, skeletal hand reach into my chest and crush my still-beating heart. Yet, here I stand, as if a dead man amongst the living.
- She placed a kiss on his forehead and spoke in a soft voice. "It is by divine intervention that you were delivered from the clutches of the grim reaper. It is not yet your time. That is dictated by our Heavenly Father. A demon you are not for you have seen the error of...
- She placed a kiss on his forehead and spoke in a soft voice. "It is by divine intervention that you were delivered from the clutches of the grim reaper. It is not yet your time. That is dictated by our Heavenly Father. A demon you are not for you have seen the error of...
#faith
#redemption
67 reads
0 Comments
Elenore
Poem Published
15th Nov 2021 1:12am
15th Nov 2021 1:12am
NOT FOREVER TORMENTED
Winter’s coming and the snow crickets will soon awaken from the darkness. The night lark will sing to them and they will warble back in harmony. Starlight is boiling brightly between the auroras tonight.
The snow is falling in from the past, the flakes dancing across the darkness. Diamonds sprinkle twinkle all across the ground as the moon rises. Snowflake gardens float in the air in sync with the clouds. Beautiful imaginary floods into the moment as majestic music fills my soul. A slight breath is barely seen while we pray for good health, healing and happiness. It is the heart's...
The snow is falling in from the past, the flakes dancing across the darkness. Diamonds sprinkle twinkle all across the ground as the moon rises. Snowflake gardens float in the air in sync with the clouds. Beautiful imaginary floods into the moment as majestic music fills my soul. A slight breath is barely seen while we pray for good health, healing and happiness. It is the heart's...
#LifeStruggles
72 reads
0 Comments
WilliamEdwardNight
Poem Published
11th Nov 2021 2:51pm
11th Nov 2021 2:51pm
The Pasquinade of Life
The Pasquinade Of Life
I am the Mozart of my name
And I wait for you my Je’ amour
To paint the parfai’d affair
And cross the fur elise of time
O vogue of vogues
This is my golden Gilgamesh
The triumph of a poet king
What is the pasquinade of life?
I have heard Arabic tongues confess
The heart of liberty knows no tyranny
Love is written in visions of glory
Even where the vogues of fate do not rescind
Nor can my sorrows un nascent
Therefore give death his due
and I shall be a king
For thus one shekel of...
I am the Mozart of my name
And I wait for you my Je’ amour
To paint the parfai’d affair
And cross the fur elise of time
O vogue of vogues
This is my golden Gilgamesh
The triumph of a poet king
What is the pasquinade of life?
I have heard Arabic tongues confess
The heart of liberty knows no tyranny
Love is written in visions of glory
Even where the vogues of fate do not rescind
Nor can my sorrows un nascent
Therefore give death his due
and I shall be a king
For thus one shekel of...
#motivational
#inspirational
#admiration
64 reads
0 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
1st Nov 2021 5:50am
1st Nov 2021 5:50am
Fortune Teller
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Mon, Nov 1
04:18AM
What is it I'm hearing
The Adhan?
The word itself means "to listen"
Is it really dawn?
Unclear voices..
The roosters keep cloaking..
Cold wind blows..
Earlier that morning
02:00AM
Who's this fortune teller?
Who sings well when am dreaming at night?
Dreaming within dreaming
In my dream
I'm...
Mon, Nov 1
04:18AM
What is it I'm hearing
The Adhan?
The word itself means "to listen"
Is it really dawn?
Unclear voices..
The roosters keep cloaking..
Cold wind blows..
Earlier that morning
02:00AM
Who's this fortune teller?
Who sings well when am dreaming at night?
Dreaming within dreaming
In my dream
I'm...
#hope
#courage
#forgiveness
85 reads
5 Comments
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