Inspirational Poems
If this is a man
by Josh Lyndon
A man who commited no crime,
Yet forced to do the hardest time.
They shaved his head,
Gave him straw for a bed.
There was something special they knew,
But he was a convicted jew.
The nazi's seeked to destroy,
Primo Levi the geniouse boy.
Sent to work in the cold all day.
Not a bad word would he say.
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Life's journey
by Wieslaw Musialowski
Life's journey is hard for everyone,
but always try, as best as you can,
that it'd be a white-sailed ship
that will be awaiting you when
your odyssey comes to an end.
Przemyslaw Musialowski 10/25/2020
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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And So I changed
by Azmena Zaidi
I have made a mistake, I know.
You don't need to tell me, it's all a big show.
I can't do what you can,
You are so mighty, I can't be that man.
I am so very amused to be who I am,
I am happy for the things I never can.
Don't try to stand at my door and weep
Don't try to kill me, I am not your enemy.
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Smoke Free
by Randy Johnson
For one month, I've been smoke free.
31 days ago, I put smoking behind me.
God and the nicotine patches have helped me to quit and I'm grateful.
And without those patches, the nicotine withdrawal would've made me become hateful.
But I'm no longer using the patches and I think I have the problem licked.
I've been smoke free for a month and I think that I'm no longer an addict.
Let me tell other smokers something that's true.
I was able to kick the habit and so can you.
together in death, forever together
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
They lived they loved they swore to be
Together in this life forever through eternity.
Two hearts as one, side by side,
A world without the other neither could abide.
The virus ravaged, unrelenting, fast,
Draining their life force, each fighting to the last,
Knowing that minutes not hours remained,
Holding hands to then by God be claimed.
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At the age of four
by Awwab ParachaAt the age of four, I saw perfection. I saw it in the crystal-like tears that ran like a river through my mother's soul. Reality cracked, within a shiny glass, creating reflections of my weak body. At the age of four, I was finally told, "You’ll never be perfect." But then, I realized that perfection is broken. It's fragile, it's weak, it's flawed, and it's beautiful. Tears became my rain. They became my joy. I spent days in hospital rooms while my mother's tears caressed my heart with their perfectly warm hands. Those tears fought with me, fought for me, lived for me, and died for me. At the age of 15, I saw perfection, again. I saw it in tears that broke out of the confines of hazel brown eyes and ran like a heavenly river of honey through the maple-sweet soul of a broken honeycomb. I saw perfection in a cracked looking glass. At last, another portal to the land of rainbows and diamond-white tears. Another girl, my girl. You should see the way she holds me. You should see the way she kisses me. You should see the way she loves me. You should see her. Because then, You would finally understand... that perfection is not perfect... It's more like a cracked diamond, a messy apple-pie, a fading rainbow, a giant spoonful of Nutella, a mother's tears, red petals that roses wear, the smell of freshly shampooed hair. A girl who talks to herself. A girl who talks to my heart. A girl who made me feel like I was four-years-old again. Earth's lucky charm. My baby girl. Lexi. I love you
Continue readingLife's journey
by Wieslaw Musialowski
Life's journey is hard for everyone,
but always try, as best as you can,
that it'd be a white-sailed ship
that will be awaiting you when
your odyssey comes to an end.
Przemyslaw Musialowski 10/25/2020
"I wish I was", you wish.
by Kavya Gupta
"I wish I was", you wish, want and pray
Oblivious to the aesthetic overtones
That your mere presence in the room play
Your mirror hides from you the flames
Beneath your skin which ignites your face
When you give voice to your passion and love
When you play the strings or win the race
"I wish I was", you wish, want and pray
Your heart is discontent, uneasy and envious
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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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