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When a POET DIES,
There WORDS LIVE ON,
They KEEP US ENCOURAGED,
MOTIVATED and STRONG
There WORDS DO INSPIRE,
To LIFTING us HIGHER,
When your DOWN AND OUT,
THEY MAKE YOUR DAY BRIGHTER,
A PEP IN YOUR STEP,
you FEEL MUCH MORE LIGHTER,
When a POET DIES,
There WORDS they will STAY,
THEY'LL CONTINUE to INSPIRE US
to this VERY DAY!!!!


B.R.
DATE: 1/10/2024
There are many Great Poets that have passed on and to this day, we still read There Great works.
In the quiet embrace of dawn's gentle rise,  
The sun threads golden through the branches wide.  
Between the trees, where shadows softly play,  
A dance of light ignites the waking day.

Silent beams weave through leaves' tender green,  
Crafting patterns unseen, yet so serene.  
Each ray a whisper, a story untold,  
Of warmth, of growth, of courage bold.

The trees stand tall, their roots deep and strong,  
Guiding light along a path so long.  
They teach of patience, of seasons' flow,  
How strength and grace together grow.

In shadows cast by towering might,  
The sun finds paths to share its light.  
For every heart that feels the night,  
A dawn will break, dispelling fright.

So stand like trees, reach for the sky,  
Let sunlight in, let shadows lie.  
For in each moment's fleeting grace,  
The sun reveals life's hidden place.
Inspired by sun shining through tall trees in a forest
John McCafferty Jul 2021
We could wait but the sun may never come
so now is the time to focus your mind, sweet butterfly vibes will flow from inside.
Buzzed about by merriment, towards the frolics of future fun.

Chained together through strengths of friendship, inclined to speak with peace of mind, no bribes.
These smiles and grins fuel ambitions within that create the modes of self control.

We play, to learn and communicate as those bright days will pass soon so set your tone.
Yearn to motivate each one which comes, sustain the road to growth as its for them, to make sense of their future roles.
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Thinking I have made the best moves
keeps me in an unmoving progression,
of attempting recovery on ground lost
from precipitous decisions I've chosen.

Trying my best yet nothing improves
since I still haven't given a confession,
the one that I'm alive but at what cost
till I do I shall remain forever frozen.

So won't something, anything,
motivate this stalemate I'm in.
I'm need merely a violent shove
to be something I undreamed of.
mark soltero Dec 2020
we are not the same
i am different
much comparison is needed
in order to confront the truth
that you and i are not of the same species
i am not of this world
and you are of the trenches
and the pits of this forsaken space
disregarded and frail
i leave you to die here
broke boy
Himani Dhaka Dec 2020
If you can't be the only one,
Be the best one...
Xaela San Sep 2020
Erase that frown
Draw that smile
You'll become
A beautiful
Piece of art.
Smile because that looks good on you
Dez Apr 2020
If you always wait to be motivated
At least you have the motivation to wait
For if motivation is often found
Not finding

But pay no minding
What do I know
I am not a poet
I am not a painter
I am not a sculptor
I am not a artist and I know it

But I have a little common sense
That has brought me this far
And one bit is that you should stop waiting
For fish are not caught with out bait
Neither do ideas come to mind
When you clear your mind

So stop your waiting to be motivated
Search for ideas
And soon you will write
Some thing far better
Then this tad bit
Of insight
Random thought #126
Andrew Layman Mar 2020
You are exhausting---

The constant hammer
that falls upon my head;
driving me to fulfill a goal,
making me always think,
with ideas that keep me fed.

Years before---

I was feral as a man
wild of tooth and tongue.
Uncaring in my approach
both aimless and blameless,
from the badge of being young.

Still---

Out of the faceless crowd
I chose an expression,
imprinted now, only you would do.
To save me from my sickness,
and secret life that only you knew.

That stubborness---

I can not quit because of it
and so I reach to climb;
through thorn and thistle,
moving higher, higher still,
until I reach that azure sky.

However---

Once I'm staring at it
I feel it's just not true.
Thinking ******* the challenge
I dig up through cloud and heaven,
and continue on my way...

Because you taught me to.
EXHAUST ME, Copyright © 2020
Andrew Layman
All Rights Reserved.
tmartin Mar 2020
the breaking
of
one wave
could never
explain
the entire
ocean
but it did
the shores it swashed
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