Inspiration Poems
Dark
by Ben Scott
Dark hair
deep eyes.
Like a well I fell into once...
The night sky clear
not a single cloud.
The world lit
just by the moonlight .
Lightning came.
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The Call to Wisdom
by Zach Ascot
Hollow knocking,
Skies that blur,
Calling for your attention,
Time to wake up.
A strange sense of peace upon you,
Where is your place in history?
Assess your existence,
Time grinds forwards,
Are you being left behind,
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Light Up - a voicemail
by Adelana Victor
Hey, it's Victor here, calling in to check on you.
In case no one has whispered this to you today,
let me be the voice to tell you
You're beautiful
More beautiful than the Milky Way.
You're strong
Stronger than anything that ever poses to be an obstacle on your way
You're powerful
More powerful than you can ever imagine.
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The Rescue
by Zach Ascot
Breathing thick troublesome air,
Stranded on a platform,
Deep out at sea,
Standing there indefinitely.
Fixated on the horizon,
Waiting for salvation,
In a childlike state,
Envious of seabirds,
Longing for a simpler existence.
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Zest
by Falling Awake
The boredom of the mundane
evaporated as you rose,
and ascended into my center.
Now boundless and bursting,
I find myself vibrant–
raging alive,
blazing aglow,
from the zest you cast upon me.
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Light Up - a voicemail
by Adelana Victor
Hey, it's Victor here, calling in to check on you.
In case no one has whispered this to you today,
let me be the voice to tell you
You're beautiful
More beautiful than the Milky Way.
You're strong
Stronger than anything that ever poses to be an obstacle on your way
You're powerful
More powerful than you can ever imagine.
......
THE CREATOR - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
by alexis karpouzos
Endless in space, living in the eternal motion of Substance, Thou, who wast before the flight of ages, who art impersonal in the three persons of Deity. Spirit present everywhere and indivisible, with no assigned abode and with no cause, whom none could understand as yet, who fills, embraces, creates and preserves everything by the very essence of itself, the One whom we call God.
Though a high intelligence might measure the deep ocean, and count the sands and the rays of planets, for Thee there is no number and no measure; even Spirits of Light, born of Thy Radiance, could not conceive of Thy ways; as soon as the thought dares to lift itself to Thee it is doomed to disappear in thy Greatness, like a moment, passing into eternity.
Thou hast called forth from the abysses of eternity the primordial existence of Chaos; and founded in Thyself this eternity born before the ages. Self-born and radiant, Thou art the light whence all light proceeds. Creating everything in one word, expanding in continually renewed creation, Thou hast been, Thou art, Thou shalt be forever.
Thou containest the chain of beings in Thyself, Thou sustainest it and givest it light. Thou makest the beginning harmonious with the end, and givest life through death. Like streaming and whirling sparks, so are the Suns born from Thee. Like crystals of frost sparkling, moving and shining on a clear frosty morning, so are the stars in the abysses below Thee.
The burning millions of stars stream in the immeasurable space, fulfilling Thy laws, and shedding lifegiving rays. But all these burning torches, and the ardent rocks of crystals, and the boiling hosts of golden waves, and the fiery ether and the totality of all possible shining when compared to Thee will be like night before day.
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Zest
by Falling Awake
The boredom of the mundane
evaporated as you rose,
and ascended into my center.
Now boundless and bursting,
I find myself vibrant–
raging alive,
blazing aglow,
from the zest you cast upon me.
......
Noctuary II
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Echoes of summons ring on.
With them a sonorous clamour for painted lines.
The rim of night stretches and holds fast to
a colossal nocturne hung on furs-and-clouds walls,
and a concentric image of life rotates on
edges of weak silver.
Long-dead poets campaign openly for verses –
among them Wordsworth and Eliot –
each putting a swagger to his arrogant gait of lines,
......
And Still, The Sun Will Rise
by B4 n/a
Life will have days that you will wish to revise
Things said or done will fill you with compromise
Decisions over which you will agonize
And still, the sun will rise
At times others will seek to antagonize
Nights filled with anger will certainly arise
And sometimes, your reflection, you will despise
And still, the sun will rise
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