inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
A Different Kind of Romantic
If you’re looking for my love, you might not find it in the sweet scent of flowers though who could deny the allure of a rose From the fragile beauty of its petals to the dangerous beauty of its thorns each shade symbolic of the many forms of love Keep seeking but you will not find my love even among the rarest of jewels But who am I to deny the glint of a favorite gem clasped around my neck, wrapped around my finger You will find it in the most subtle form shown through quiet devotion of everyday presence So quiet and subtle, that seeking eyes might overlook You will find it in the simplest form in my attentiveness to you your favorite things your preferences the little things you think I don’t notice Look beyond the affections of love of the most grandeur Then you will see it wasn’t always about the flowers and gems You might say I’m not a romantic but in reality, I’m just a different kind My love was there It’s been there all along
By Jasmine Aguilar3 months ago in Poets
The Smell of Burst Balloons
I don't recall how old I was Maybe that's a lie A clever line I just say To sound accidental anecdotal nostalgic notation - because - I feel well...I feel so damn old - We all do that, don't we? it can't just be me - But I recall that jolt that rush The surge of electricity as As my hands grip the rubber Full of breathy promise, And I rub the enlarged sphere Against my hair - Closing my eyes with pleasure, anticipating As the rubber balloon demands And then after just seconds It happens, gravity defeated - But is it really, well no, but to me A small nipper, knee high to a... ... You know - some kind of miracle, of science, unseen powers and laws dictating our movements and life - When I was young the need to do it always gripped at me Or, if I'm honest, when my height shot up I still felt that urge, but nothing stays The same can't stay the same - I stand on any day no particular day A Tuesday evening. A Thursday after dawn. Most likely a Saturday... - A Saturday after our wedding anniversary It was twenty-two years to the day Since those words you say when asked - But in truth again - I don't remember the day I remember the smell - Of burst balloons Of the promise balloons offer to rekindle something specific From my past And look at those still inflated ... Waiting And take the rubber and rub it Against my skin my hair or at least - At least what's left of it as I chase That buzz that lightning bolt charge - But as I desperately Rub the balloon against my old head It's never Ever quite the same - Like the first time you hear that song You know the one We all have one Lyrics and melodies Echo echo echo ... In the silence We find ourselves in - In our heads When we need it But it never sounds the same - Still magical, still transformative But without that original fire - While everyone goes about their lives - I'm just stood there, static - Static - noun definition Not moving, unchanged - Static
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
