inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
The Queen of Country
She was sassy and witty, true as can be I was hoping the news wasn’t so There won’t come another, this dynamo she The Dolly we all came to know She was straight and authentic, never a fraud A gift from above sent to please us I could always embrace the presence of God When hearing her sing, “There was Jesus” Tho “Many are called,” Dolly was chosen Her love for the Lord was apparent By trusting in Him, most gossip was frozen And stones being thrown, mostly errant The world is no better, the days aren’t as bright Even Nature’s now sporting a scar I’m planning to meet you, you’re such a delight For the Gospels reveal where you are Her legacy lives through the work of her hands In our memories treasured within I’ve written this tribute so “Death” understands “You’ve done damage, but you didn’t win”
By Earl W. Pearl23 days ago in Poets
A Blast of Days
In laughter's bloom, where sunlight spills, We danced like leaves on gentle hills, Through seasons bright, we chased the dawn, Each moment stitched; a fabric drawn. With every joke and playful tease, We painted joy upon the breeze, A canvas rich with vibrant hues, In friendship's art, we found our muse. From whispered dreams beneath the stars, To midnight talks of hopes and scars, We wove our stories, thread by thread, In every word that we had said. The echoes of your laughter ring, A melody that makes me sing; It has been a blast—these days with you— A treasure chest of memories true. So here's to us and all we've shared, The joyful times when none were spared; Though paths may twist and time may fly, In heart’s embrace is where we'll lie.
By Forest Green23 days ago in Poets
Chasing the Golden Horizon
In dawn’s embrace, I run toward the light, Where shadows fade and dreams begin to swell, Each step ignites a spark, a pure delight, The world awakens; nature casts her spell. Through emerald fields where wildflowers sway, I feel the pulse of life beneath my feet; The morning breeze whispers secrets of play, As sunbeams dance on paths that weave and greet. With every breath, the air is fresh with hope, My heart beats loud like drums in joyous tune; In this bright chase, my spirit learns to cope— To leave behind the night’s consuming gloom. Across the hills where golden rays cascade, I find my peace beneath that endless sky; For in this run toward light I am remade— A seeker bold who dares to dream and fly. The sunlight warms each scar upon my soul; It fills the cracks with laughter’s tender grace. In running forth to meet this radiant goal, I shed what binds me—fear cannot erase. So let me race where shadows cannot tread, Embracing warmth as day begins anew; With open arms I follow where I'm led— To chase the sunlight is to find what's true.
By Forest Green23 days ago in Poets
