Popular Upbeat Inspirational Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Happy, positive, motivational and inspirational poetry
Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
Snack Fantasies
On the palm of my hand
grew orange peel trees; lemons flourished on their peppermint branches
A lush chocolate cupcake
beneath a swirl of blueberry icing was temporary lodging for the senses
Insuppressible fingers ‘cupped’
all the cravings trying to cradle as many guilty pleasures as possible
Caramel waterfalls flowed
around cookie tower mountains and watermelon canyons where I boarded a pretzel raft and glazed over all the confections
Finally, air-pop-corning a return ride to my cupcake lounge, and...
grew orange peel trees; lemons flourished on their peppermint branches
A lush chocolate cupcake
beneath a swirl of blueberry icing was temporary lodging for the senses
Insuppressible fingers ‘cupped’
all the cravings trying to cradle as many guilty pleasures as possible
Caramel waterfalls flowed
around cookie tower mountains and watermelon canyons where I boarded a pretzel raft and glazed over all the confections
Finally, air-pop-corning a return ride to my cupcake lounge, and...
#happiness
#love
#uplifting
#art
#temptation
252 reads
30 Comments
EYE
EYE stumbled in front of the spring garden
EYE devoured its colors
how could EYE not?
EYE saw the troll in the corner
EYE focused only on its antagonism
EYE resented the persistence
of yet another specter
EYE didn’t want to acquiesce
Closing my eyes
I reminded myself darkness tries
to infringe on beauty
I planted those bulbs
I am mindful of not accepting
malice’s invitation
I let the troll fade into the background
I see the covetable...
EYE devoured its colors
how could EYE not?
EYE saw the troll in the corner
EYE focused only on its antagonism
EYE resented the persistence
of yet another specter
EYE didn’t want to acquiesce
Closing my eyes
I reminded myself darkness tries
to infringe on beauty
I planted those bulbs
I am mindful of not accepting
malice’s invitation
I let the troll fade into the background
I see the covetable...
#love
#hope
#conflict
#confusion
#emotions
161 reads
24 Comments
Muse Convention
No one knows where they're meeting
or how they even knew to go there
just that they've left
and the poets are bereft
There's no schedule of events
no program planning committee
it's all just whims and fancy
meanwhile, poets get antsy
What are they discussing there?
And when will they come back?
the poets here are crying
as their ink wells are drying
But imagine! If my muse and your muse
are mingling, joining forces
there'll be no stopping the magic word art
when each muse returns...
or how they even knew to go there
just that they've left
and the poets are bereft
There's no schedule of events
no program planning committee
it's all just whims and fancy
meanwhile, poets get antsy
What are they discussing there?
And when will they come back?
the poets here are crying
as their ink wells are drying
But imagine! If my muse and your muse
are mingling, joining forces
there'll be no stopping the magic word art
when each muse returns...
#WritersBlock
#mystery
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
106 reads
16 Comments
The Uncontainable Flow Of Time
Time, the elusive mistress,
slips through our fingers like sand.
We try to contain her in a box,
to control her, to hold her close,
but she laughs at our
feeble attempts.
We measure her in
minutes and seconds,
try to capture her in
numbers and ticks,
but time refuses to be
bound by our rules,
to be contained by our limits.
She flows like a river,
rushing and tumbling,
rising and falling,
always moving forward.
We can't hold her back,
can't rewind or fast-forward,
can't stop her...
slips through our fingers like sand.
We try to contain her in a box,
to control her, to hold her close,
but she laughs at our
feeble attempts.
We measure her in
minutes and seconds,
try to capture her in
numbers and ticks,
but time refuses to be
bound by our rules,
to be contained by our limits.
She flows like a river,
rushing and tumbling,
rising and falling,
always moving forward.
We can't hold her back,
can't rewind or fast-forward,
can't stop her...
#WritingPoetry
#MovingOn
81 reads
16 Comments
Pink Dawn Sky
Pink dawn sky.
Beneath the spell
of your nacreous eyes.
A galaxy of your fingerprints
scatter my thighs.
Your body is my alibi.
You.
Are the answer
to every single why....
Beneath the spell
of your nacreous eyes.
A galaxy of your fingerprints
scatter my thighs.
Your body is my alibi.
You.
Are the answer
to every single why....
#love
#lust
#passion
96 reads
18 Comments
Unbreak My Heart
Unbreak my heart,
let it beat freely again.
Release it from the chains of pain,
that bind it tight with a heavy strain.
Unshackle the memories that
hold it down,
let it soar like a bird in the sky.
Unburden the weight of my sorrow,
and let my heart once again fly.
Undo the damage that's been done,
mend the cracks and make it whole.
Unbreak my heart and make it strong,
so it can weather any storm.
Teach it to trust and love once more,
to open up and take a chance.
Unbreak my heart, let it believe, ...
let it beat freely again.
Release it from the chains of pain,
that bind it tight with a heavy strain.
Unshackle the memories that
hold it down,
let it soar like a bird in the sky.
Unburden the weight of my sorrow,
and let my heart once again fly.
Undo the damage that's been done,
mend the cracks and make it whole.
Unbreak my heart and make it strong,
so it can weather any storm.
Teach it to trust and love once more,
to open up and take a chance.
Unbreak my heart, let it believe, ...
#memories
#MovingOn
115 reads
15 Comments
My first'
One bird and one tree
is enough to make the
environment beautiful,
Similarly, soft pink words like rose
and the people who read and listen
to those words are enough for a budding poet.
is enough to make the
environment beautiful,
Similarly, soft pink words like rose
and the people who read and listen
to those words are enough for a budding poet.
#hope
#motivational
92 reads
17 Comments
Day Star
Not too cloudy
and the snow wasn't crowding the sky.
Not rushing,
as if it was concert goers
to an average band,
with not many couples.
Mostly the bored, or the lonely
Meandering, towards music
because it blanketed their thoughts
and today was a good day
for a little more warmth.
The snow came down to melt itself
against the earth.
It doesn't die. It turns green
and comes back up, through the dirt.
Your bright green kite (plastic?)
Cutting an angled rectangle
through the perforated snowflakes ...
and the snow wasn't crowding the sky.
Not rushing,
as if it was concert goers
to an average band,
with not many couples.
Mostly the bored, or the lonely
Meandering, towards music
because it blanketed their thoughts
and today was a good day
for a little more warmth.
The snow came down to melt itself
against the earth.
It doesn't die. It turns green
and comes back up, through the dirt.
Your bright green kite (plastic?)
Cutting an angled rectangle
through the perforated snowflakes ...
#inspirational
92 reads
Alexa Play Eighties Rock
as i speak
to the phantom woman
i have a prediction:
first song will be Bon Jovi
Living on a Prayer
that will be good
but no
even better
a guitar intro fills the air
as energetically ecstatic
as Manzarek's keyboard
on Light My Fire
spiritual rocket fuel
a childhood portal
into the vastness
of the glittering night sky
twenty years later
I could still fly
Sweet Child O' Mine
jolted me
enlivened me
to something
everything
beyond the mundane
cosmic...
to the phantom woman
i have a prediction:
first song will be Bon Jovi
Living on a Prayer
that will be good
but no
even better
a guitar intro fills the air
as energetically ecstatic
as Manzarek's keyboard
on Light My Fire
spiritual rocket fuel
a childhood portal
into the vastness
of the glittering night sky
twenty years later
I could still fly
Sweet Child O' Mine
jolted me
enlivened me
to something
everything
beyond the mundane
cosmic...
#happiness
#music
#memories
50 reads
10 Comments
circumstance
love is the poor man's wages
in times of darknes,
don't forget what you learned
in the light;
in daytime starknes,
don't reject fortunes turned
in the night.
when times and seasons change,
consider it not strange;
for circumstance
is just a dance
whose steps are no fool's business.
in times of laughter,
fret not on the troubles
of your life;
let tears come after,
for, when hard time doubles,
all is rife
with heaviness of heart. ...
in times of darknes,
don't forget what you learned
in the light;
in daytime starknes,
don't reject fortunes turned
in the night.
when times and seasons change,
consider it not strange;
for circumstance
is just a dance
whose steps are no fool's business.
in times of laughter,
fret not on the troubles
of your life;
let tears come after,
for, when hard time doubles,
all is rife
with heaviness of heart. ...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#faith
#fate
#LifeChangingMoment
66 reads
11 Comments
Just LIVE
You live life happily
don't try to understand it
spread your hands and breathe freely
don't try to kneel inside
just be happy with what you got
don't try to get something
that takes away your peace
have dreams
but don't be stubborn that
they must come true
enjoy the beauty of the road
and enjoy with travellers but
do not try to reach the destination quickly.
don't try to understand it
spread your hands and breathe freely
don't try to kneel inside
just be happy with what you got
don't try to get something
that takes away your peace
have dreams
but don't be stubborn that
they must come true
enjoy the beauty of the road
and enjoy with travellers but
do not try to reach the destination quickly.
#LifeAsAWriter
82 reads
14 Comments
Prairie Paradise
The wind blows fierce, on the plains I see
I walk the prairie alone, free
Where proud and plentiful buffalo roam
This place is mine, my forever home
Where palaminos ride, beneath the sky
And eagles soar where rivers cry
When thunder roars and rolls
As I gallop over hills and knolls
Liquid diamonds plumet from the air
And soak the green clad ground so fair
Overhead the golden dawn shows bright
What joy I see, a wonderus sight
Here I stand in a glimmering sea of wheat
Whispers over...
I walk the prairie alone, free
Where proud and plentiful buffalo roam
This place is mine, my forever home
Where palaminos ride, beneath the sky
And eagles soar where rivers cry
When thunder roars and rolls
As I gallop over hills and knolls
Liquid diamonds plumet from the air
And soak the green clad ground so fair
Overhead the golden dawn shows bright
What joy I see, a wonderus sight
Here I stand in a glimmering sea of wheat
Whispers over...
#happiness
#beauty
#home #nature
#home #nature
82 reads
8 Comments
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