Inspirational Poems, Motivational Poetry

“Hope” is the thing with feathers

“Hope” is the thing with feathers —
That perches in the soul —
And sings the tune without the words —
And never stops — at all —

And sweetest — in the Gale — is heard —
And sore must be the storm —
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm —

I’ve heard it in the chillest land —
And on the strangest Sea —
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb — of Me.

This poem was written/submitted by Emily Dickinson.

A smile

A Smile costs nothing but gives much.

It takes but a moment,
but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever.

It cannot be bought,
begged, borrowed, or stolen,
for it is something
that is of no value to anyone
until it is given away.

Some people are too tired to give you a smile.
Give them one of yours,
as none needs a smile as much
as he who has no more to give.

Alone

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don’t believe I’m wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can’t use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They’ve got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
‘Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

This poem was written/submitted by Maya Angelou.

At The Tunnel’s End

Although they say
My future is bleak,
I believe, one day,
I shall have what I seek.

They may laugh or glare
At my attempts to succeed,
But I don’t care
I’ll keep doing the right deed.
For at the tunnel’s end
There’s light waiting for me;
Like a bird, I shall ascend;
From this hole, I will be free.

Gold must pass through fire
So must champions too,
I will not retire
Until my dreams come true.

It is in me, I feel it-
Gold innately within to refine;
It is me, I know it-
A star that must shine

Although they say
My future is bleak,
I believe, one day,
I shall have what I seek.

This poem was written/submitted by Kingsley Ayi Ukpanyang.

Be Free

Let the wind blow free….
Like the bird flies and glides up in the sky….
Let the waves rolls free….
Like the fish swims under the sea….
Let your self feel free…
Let your dreams aim high….

This poem was written/submitted by mirage@mahusay aken11308.

Burn

Fire slowly burns my wings,
I struggle to stay in the sky,
The more I flap the worse it gets
But I shall continue to fly..

Tired, painful, slow and grim,
I refuse to drop down and die.
My tiny disappearing whim,
Yes, I shall continue to fly..

Alas the flames have snuffed right out,
As I now commence to rise,
Victory is mine, yes without doubt,
Good things come to you when you try,

Hence why, I’ll continue to fly…

This poem was written/submitted by Zafarra~.

Destination

It’s an exciting adventure
Traveling along the way
You can go right now, tomorrow
Or any other day

The vision ….. Beautiful
Of every kind
The sounds ….. Soothing
Is what you will find

The road goes in many directions
It matters not, the one you take
Just travel with an open heart
That’s the decision, you need to make

What do you think you will find
At the end of this trip?
Kindness, Advise
Understanding, Support …..
Destination, Friendship

I’m so happy this trip lead me to you!!

Don’t be the prisoners of past

time never stops, it is the ace
it will as always run very fast
at least, try to attain its pace
this life is gift to you
chance it is not the first
dear, it is the last
so, live your present
don’t be the prisoners of past

Present is now & for short
memories are limitless & vast
as you will enter your thought
here your present will pass
I am not telling to forget what happened
I am not telling to leave the memories
but neither regret nor try them to recast
I mean don;t be the prisoners of past

Everyday some incidents ends
& the new one starts
someone in some moments comes too close
and in the next they depart
Except it, its nature & forget the pain
neither surrender nor stop the life’s cart
no matter how you move it-slow or fast
but don’t be the prisoners of past.

This poem was written/submitted by juhi.

Don’t Miss Out.

The man whispered, “God, speak to me”
and a meadowlark sang.
But, the man did not hear.

So the man yelled, “God, speak to me”
and the thunder rolled across the sky.
But, the man did not listen.

The man looked around and said, “God, let me see you”
and a star shone brightly.
But, the man did not notice.

The man shouted, “God, show me a miracle!”
And a life was born.
But, the man did not see.

So, the man cried out in dispair, “Touch me God,
and let me know you are here!”
Whereupon, God reached down and touched the man….

But, the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on.

Dont Miss Out

The man whispered, “God, speak to me”
and a meadowlark sang.
But, the man did not hear.

So the man yelled, “God, speak to me”
and the thunder rolled across the sky.
But, the man did not listen.

The man looked around and said, “God, let me see you”
and a star shone brightly.
But, the man did not notice.

The man shouted, “God, show me a miracle!”
And a life was born.
But, the man did not see.

So, the man cried out in dispair, “Touch me God,
and let me know you are here!”
Whereupon, God reached down and touched the man….

But, the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on

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