inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
HEAD FOR THE GATE
HEAD FOR THE GATE Old England wasn’t gentle in those dark and distant years, when punishment was public and nobody hid their fears. You bowed before the soldiers, you listened to the state, or one day you might find yourself displayed upon a gate.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Make Room
[Verse 1] I wake with the ceiling pressing down Count the cracks like roads out of town This body feels borrowed, heavy and tight But something in me keeps asking for light [Pre-Chorus] I don't need to vanish to be free I need one clear breath inside of me [Chorus] Make room, make room For the part of me that still can move Past the walls, past the weight Past the verdict my tired mind creates Make room, make room I am more than what this frame can prove If I bend, I won't break I'll find a door in the shape of this ache [Verse 2] The mirror reduces a lifetime to skin A list of small failures I carry within But under the noise, beneath every scar There is a pulse that remembers we are [Bridge] Stay with me through the narrow hour Let the locked-up heart recover power No grand escape, no perfect sign Just one more breath, then one more line [Final Chorus] Make room, make room For the part of me that still can move Past the walls, past the weight Past the verdict my tired mind creates Make room, make room I am more than what this frame can prove If I bend, I won't break I'll find a door in the shape of this ache [Outro] One clear breath inside of me One small room where I can be
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout a month ago in Poets
Coming Home to Endless Love
[Verse 1] I wake with the weight of a borrowed skin Counting every rule I was folded in These hands know the shape of a locked-up door But my heart keeps asking what they’re for [Pre-Chorus] If there’s a place beyond this careful frame Call me softly, I will follow your name [Chorus] I’m ready to be free with you Past every limit I once knew Take me back where the wide worlds start Where love is law and nothing breaks the heart I’ve carried these lessons long enough Now I’m coming home to the endless love [Verse 2] No more measuring breath or hiding my flame No more wearing fear like a family name I can feel the distance opening wide Like a window lifting from the inside [Pre-Chorus] If there’s a road that only souls can see Leave one light burning there for me [Chorus] I’m ready to be free with you Past every limit I once knew Take me back where the wide worlds start Where love is law and nothing breaks the heart I’ve carried these lessons long enough Now I’m coming home to the endless love [Bridge] Let this small world loosen from my hands Let me remember who I am Not a cage, not a test, not a name carved in stone Just a heart returning home [Final Chorus] I’m ready to be free with you There’s nothing left I need to prove Take me back where the wide worlds start Where love is law and nothing breaks the heart I’ve carried these lessons long enough Now I’m coming home to the endless love [Outro] I’m coming home I’m coming home to you
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout a month ago in Poets
More Real Than Reality
[Verse 1] Dust on the window, light through the screen Searching for places I have never been A quiet impression, a turn in the weather Like holding two worlds at the exact same time together [Chorus] Eventually we all remember where we came from It may not happen in this lifetime It may not happen in this reality But we all remember, and it is beautiful and scary And more real than reality [Verse 2] Tracing the outline, the shape of a name Soft in the silence, nothing feels the same A phantom vibration, a memory calls A door swings wide in empty hallways [Chorus] Eventually we all remember where we came from It may not happen in this lifetime It may not happen in this reality But we all remember, and it is beautiful and scary And more real than reality [Outro] More real than reality We all remember Softly coming home
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout a month ago in Poets
