Inspiration Poems
The Journey
by Kay M. Sutton
I travel towards the mountains, showing splendour and grace.
The silence holds no boundaries only time and infinite space.
Mysteries are abundant, with nature all around.
A solitary figure, listening for the sound.
Echoes, echoes all around from the sound of my voice.
The mountains deep and mysterious offer little choice.
Feelings of isolation creep upon me for a while.
But the solitude goes, and I give a little smile.
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Glass
by Anne Kingsmill Finch
O Man! what Inspiration was thy Guide,
Who taught thee Light and Air thus to divide;
To let in all the useful Beams of Day,
Yet force, as subtil Winds, without thy Shash to stay;
T'extract from Embers by a strange Device,
Then polish fair these Flakes of solid Ice;
Which, silver'd o'er, redouble all in place,
And give thee back thy well or ill-complexion'd Face.
To Vessels blown exceed the gloomy Bowl,
Which did the Wine's full excellence controul,
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Analects Of Thought
by John Alexander Malone
Sustenance of body and mind, nourishment
to fill unfeigned desire and to feed many folds.
Knowledge to allay the appetite of the spirit
and the hunger of the soul.
Seeds of infinitive consciousness sown in fertile fields
and harvested by gatherers to reap the bountiful yields.
Tables set for inspiration and sapid wisdom to share
with those who quest the reward
and accept it's priceless fare.
The duel for truth
by Aviral Anand
My heart is kind;
But the fight of mind;
With aim of changing the thing u own !
The battle of heart; the ambitions known,
Makes me woke up from dusk to dawn !
The mind want "a path" to go along ;
To show the world what's right what's wrong ..
But the heart sometimes trapped in fear
It thinks of world and Men in life;
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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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The Spirit Unbound
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sacred poetry feeds the soul, like slow rhythms of ever green nature,
And the heartbeat's anticipation of sooner, finding satisfaction in later.
Anything is possible in verse, as it flows from fanciful, unbound mind,
Giving sublime inspiration and comfort, in vibrant styles, one of a kind.
Poetry is as vital to wholesome living, as is pursuing your rosy dream,
Though the sun reigns at lemon noonday, under thick clouds of cream!
When you find yourself wandering, poesy rhythm will guide your feet,
In the dance of self discovery and insight, which makes life complete.
Poetry warms eager hearts steadily, and adds pure romance to living,
Like gazing at the twinkling Milky Way, and stars which keep on giving.
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WE ARE DEAD AND ALIVE— ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
by alexis karpouzos
When day comes we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never ending shade? The loss we carry, a ocean we must wade. We braved the belly of the beast. I have seen you in millions of places. I met you in a million forms. We met among the ruins, the ashes and the bones, we lost them all, but we found each other, I saw your lion heart, and it pulled me. I saw the creation and the destruction in your eyes. I see you here in the mud, on the rock, in the rays of the rising sun. We are Dead and alive, we saw a thousand Christs go by As they went up to Calvary but The dove it found no resting place. You were where our solar system was formed, you whispered something to me for eternal love and then you fell from my hands and everything became fire. All the myths always showed you.
We are man and woman, plant and stone, amorphous and form, swallow and eagle, snake and gazelle, fantastic creatures of the depths. They crucified us, beat us, tied us to poles and burned us, wrapped us in gold and silver jewelry, then exalted someone in the world and then we were ridiculed. We stood together in front of the executive detachment, our bodies pressed against each other for the last time, flesh by flesh, as we became utensils for the spirit.
But don’t forget You are my brother, my sister, my child. I took care of you from infancy and you took care of me. We were lovers and friends, we recognized each other with countless disguises, here on one side and there on the other. And in the end, there were no sides at all, only this magnificent loop, this One Circle — majestic, magnificent, royal, timeless, utterly mysterious and towering above all things. Print me in your heart, love is as strong as death “. Does not matter. You are inside me and I am inside you and we will compose again a humanity committed to all cultures, colors, characters, and conditions of man.
Reborn - Alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
Mountains fall and seas divide
and impossible things may seem
but where there’s despair there is and faith
and where there’s sadness the consolation is near.
Every breath is a chance to reborn,
but to be reborn you have to die before dying.
LONELINESS - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
by alexis karpouzos
Loneliness, Emotional pain, walks with us through the day,
and sleeps with us through the night,
Tears that is not visible to the naked eye,
silent screams that no one can hear,
feeling of relentless distress,
Trapped with nowhere to turn,
life is changing beyond our control,
someone else is pulling the strings,
causing this deep ache in the bottom of our soul.
but remember, for every soul there is a soul that touches yours –
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The Bliss I Missed
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a prolific and enthusiastic artist, like a sparkling jewel rife with colors,
Taking joy from nature themes and others, as in childhood joys of summers.
I painted active people and wilder places, houses, sunsets and exotic birds,
And I was enamored of the old saying, 'A picture is worth a thousand words.'
But, ofttimes I wondered, 'What if pictures could truly tell their own story?'
Would they captivate the hearts of many, like the sun going down in glory?
Still, to fill a violet, crowded canvas, with a flock of redbirds frozen in flight,
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