"inspiriting" poems - Hello Poetry

1465 Before you thought of Spring Except as a Surmise You see—God bless his suddenness— A Fellow in the Skies Of independent Hues A little weather worn Inspiriting habiliments Of Indigo and Brown— With specimens of Song As if for you to choose— Discretion in the interval With gay delays he goes To some superior Tree Without a single Leaf And shouts for joy to Nobody But his seraphic self—

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Emily Dickinson

Before you thought of Spring

1465 Before you thought of Spring Except as a Surmise You see—God bless his suddenness— A Fellow in the Skies Of independent Hues A little weather worn Inspiriting habiliments Of Indigo and Brown— With specimens of Song As if for you to choose— Discretion in the interval With gay delays he goes To some superior Tree Without a single Leaf And shouts for joy to Nobody But his seraphic self—

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Do we need to stand on mountains with a plethora of inspiriting music helping us towards our destinies just to feel as though we have found ourselves? Or can we stand on mountains in an echoing silence with perhaps the only sound being boots crunching snow just because we thought we might as well?

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May 5, 2014

May 5, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC

gaby-lemin

The Smaller Picture

Do we need to stand on mountains with a plethora of inspiriting music helping us towards our destinies just to feel as though we have found ourselves? Or can we stand on mountains in an echoing silence with perhaps the only sound being boots crunching snow just because we thought we might as well?

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The first time you caught me, I let my hair fall As if no one was watching I let my clip slip From my unfastened grasp, Forever imprinting itself On the somber soil I sat patiently In my overwhelmed chair, Hoping to see a glimpse Of your carnal sashay Even for just a moment, To capture that exhilarating Flash of your dimples Ascending to the clouds I came to you Hands and ears unlocked, With what must have Looked like amenity, But it was so much more My cheeks rouged on purpose, When your majestic voice Tried itself on humor Even when it was not your best I’d laugh, hoping it Would attest my devotion When your eyes would drown I’d peer up into the heavens, Silently pray for harmony To bind you with its wings Made of stardust feathers And inspiriting seeds of love Beck and call became my religion, All so you would have Everything you wanted without A second of the mind’s wonder I made sure your soul, Before my own, Was kept shining like A golden shower upon A field of frivolous dandelions I pulled strings from my heart With entombed trusts attached, And infused them into yours For your sanity I made it all the more difficult When in the end, Betwixt the morning current Of approaching calescent rays, And frigid breaths prey To the nights turmoil You still chose her

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Jul 4, 2013

Jul 4, 2013 at 3:16 PM UTC

nikki-longmuir

Well Played

The first time you caught me, I let my hair fall As if no one was watching I let my clip slip From my unfastened grasp, Forever imprinting itself On the somber soil I sat patiently In my overwhelmed chair, Hoping to see a glimpse Of your carnal sashay Even for just a moment, To capture that exhilarating Flash of your dimples Ascending to the clouds I came to you Hands and ears unlocked, With what must have Looked like amenity, But it was so much more My cheeks rouged on purpose, When your majestic voice Tried itself on humor Even when it was not your best I’d laugh, hoping it Would attest my devotion When your eyes would drown I’d peer up into the heavens, Silently pray for harmony To bind you with its wings Made of stardust feathers And inspiriting seeds of love Beck and call became my religion, All so you would have Everything you wanted without A second of the mind’s wonder I made sure your soul, Before my own, Was kept shining like A golden shower upon A field of frivolous dandelions I pulled strings from my heart With entombed trusts attached, And infused them into yours For your sanity I made it all the more difficult When in the end, Betwixt the morning current Of approaching calescent rays, And frigid breaths prey To the nights turmoil You still chose her

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Mother,a sensitive heart When the child gets out of sort Mother ,blessed with sensitive heart grows restless and sustains pain like one wounded by darts A mother brings up her child providing it nutritious meal And inspires to conduct itself in a cultured way with much zeal She commands esteem and credit she builds up child character Her womb is stained tarnished If it behaves like a mean monster Never return empty handed Even her issue disobedient She prays god to bless them With good sense and enlightenment Though she is strict and exact Still her heart is full of mercy She teaches the child to obey elders With etiquette and curtsy There is none else but a mother Behind every inspiriting myth Who paved the way for her child For crowning him with victory-wreath Her sacrifice to her kith and kin Is truly unique on earth One can not pray off her debt Even after several births Ranjana thakur

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Mar 2, 2015

Mar 2, 2015 at 6:44 AM UTC

ranjan-thakur

Mother,a sensitive heart

Mother,a sensitive heart When the child gets out of sort Mother ,blessed with sensitive heart grows restless and sustains pain like one wounded by darts A mother brings up her child providing it nutritious meal And inspires to conduct itself in a cultured way with much zeal She commands esteem and credit she builds up child character Her womb is stained tarnished If it behaves like a mean monster Never return empty handed Even her issue disobedient She prays god to bless them With good sense and enlightenment Though she is strict and exact Still her heart is full of mercy She teaches the child to obey elders With etiquette and curtsy There is none else but a mother Behind every inspiriting myth Who paved the way for her child For crowning him with victory-wreath Her sacrifice to her kith and kin Is truly unique on earth One can not pray off her debt Even after several births Ranjana thakur

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It was that one last drop that flooded a brimful hollow Welling drop by drop . . . Lingering , . . moment by moment, belatedly over-flowing the restraint slowly filled by reckoned time Gathered teardrops surrendered from vulnerable cup of thirsting blossom Volatile bedewed petals gently sipping dawn's velvet mist A tender heart ... spilling the traces of hurt Beneath the stains of time hidden deep within the enigmatic pools of your eyes The moment of love awoken, is a boundless awaited sunrise It's as if a stifled river's trickle reinvigorates thirst, abating its own extinction The will to be, heeded in a last drop, inspiriting new breathe of life long lost adrift, alone in tidewater's contrary push and pull Dreaming of Spooning water from a broken vessel into insoluble oceans Each loving spoonful filled with the overflowing love from a broken heart To rescue from endangering indifference, knowing only what is loved can be saved Will you touch this aching silence and let me know ? Gaze your eyes into this lonely sea and let the tide pull you in Jesse Stillwater

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Apr 19, 2018

Apr 19, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC

jesse-stillwater

Drowning in the last drop

It was that one last drop that flooded a brimful hollow Welling drop by drop . . . Lingering , . . moment by moment, belatedly over-flowing the restraint slowly filled by reckoned time Gathered teardrops surrendered from vulnerable cup of thirsting blossom Volatile bedewed petals gently sipping dawn's velvet mist A tender heart ... spilling the traces of hurt Beneath the stains of time hidden deep within the enigmatic pools of your eyes The moment of love awoken, is a boundless awaited sunrise It's as if a stifled river's trickle reinvigorates thirst, abating its own extinction The will to be, heeded in a last drop, inspiriting new breathe of life long lost adrift, alone in tidewater's contrary push and pull Dreaming of Spooning water from a broken vessel into insoluble oceans Each loving spoonful filled with the overflowing love from a broken heart To rescue from endangering indifference, knowing only what is loved can be saved Will you touch this aching silence and let me know ? Gaze your eyes into this lonely sea and let the tide pull you in Jesse Stillwater

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The decade is ending and I'm really not good with saying emotional stuff so I wrote a lil something for ya. I know I have a few other inspiriting poems, but you can never have enough. Lemme start this off by saying how much I frickin love you guys. Thank you for all the things you've done for me. If it wasn't for you, I honestly have no idea where I'd be. I've only known you guys for a few years, yet you've changed me so much for the better. You've helped me become stronger and more confident with who I am. You've helped me to not give up when things seem hopeless. In my darkest moments, you guys were the lights guiding me back home. I know that you always have my back just like how I always have yours. Honestly, you guys need to know how frickin amazing you are. You're worth so much more than anything of material value. Thank you so much for being in my life. If you ever need a shoulder to lean on, a hand to hold you up, or someone to talk to, know that I'll always be there. We've had our fair share of laughter, dumb jokes, arguments, and tears. But through it all, every single second spent was a moment with you guys that I'll never regret. Realize that whatever weird or crazy stuff happens between us, I'll always care about you guys. I'll never stop caring about you guys. Whatever next year brings, no matter how scary things will be, I know I'll make it through because I have you guys by my side. Likewise, don't you ever give up. Not as long as I'm here. Because I believe in you guys. As long as we're together in this world, I wanna make memories to last a lifetime that I can reflect on and know that I had a life well spent and a life that was fulfilling. So let's go into 2020 with our heads held high. Let's achieve something great this decade. I love you guys. Stay strong. Stay proud. And as always, thank you for being you.

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Dec 31, 2019

Dec 31, 2019 at 6:10 PM UTC

CaseyAF

for my friends

The decade is ending and I'm really not good with saying emotional stuff so I wrote a lil something for ya. I know I have a few other inspiriting poems, but you can never have enough. Lemme start this off by saying how much I frickin love you guys. Thank you for all the things you've done for me. If it wasn't for you, I honestly have no idea where I'd be. I've only known you guys for a few years, yet you've changed me so much for the better. You've helped me become stronger and more confident with who I am. You've helped me to not give up when things seem hopeless. In my darkest moments, you guys were the lights guiding me back home. I know that you always have my back just like how I always have yours. Honestly, you guys need to know how frickin amazing you are. You're worth so much more than anything of material value. Thank you so much for being in my life. If you ever need a shoulder to lean on, a hand to hold you up, or someone to talk to, know that I'll always be there. We've had our fair share of laughter, dumb jokes, arguments, and tears. But through it all, every single second spent was a moment with you guys that I'll never regret. Realize that whatever weird or crazy stuff happens between us, I'll always care about you guys. I'll never stop caring about you guys. Whatever next year brings, no matter how scary things will be, I know I'll make it through because I have you guys by my side. Likewise, don't you ever give up. Not as long as I'm here. Because I believe in you guys. As long as we're together in this world, I wanna make memories to last a lifetime that I can reflect on and know that I had a life well spent and a life that was fulfilling. So let's go into 2020 with our heads held high. Let's achieve something great this decade. I love you guys. Stay strong. Stay proud. And as always, thank you for being you.

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I gotta tell ta Music helps me find the rhythm of your joyful heart Dancing with you fixed the noises with only returns of silence just like a shooting star in the dark. I gotta tell ya i gotta tell ya Sometimes I find ya beatboxing into my soul. Fire reminiscing and looking back on my life. I still think you are the most specific kind of burning inspiriting human known to be in a human configuration because either you're some spiritual swole or you stole this whole show. This isn't an animation because I can't imagine this in any life without spontaneous momentum with this anticipation of this determination and dedication. Without this narration it would be this taken of time wasting and without correction I would have been taken for only being mistaken and not taken. I gotta tell ya I gotta tell ya yet.

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Feb 11, 2021

Feb 11, 2021 at 9:06 PM UTC

dianekpak

I Gotta Tell Ya

I gotta tell ta Music helps me find the rhythm of your joyful heart Dancing with you fixed the noises with only returns of silence just like a shooting star in the dark. I gotta tell ya i gotta tell ya Sometimes I find ya beatboxing into my soul. Fire reminiscing and looking back on my life. I still think you are the most specific kind of burning inspiriting human known to be in a human configuration because either you're some spiritual swole or you stole this whole show. This isn't an animation because I can't imagine this in any life without spontaneous momentum with this anticipation of this determination and dedication. Without this narration it would be this taken of time wasting and without correction I would have been taken for only being mistaken and not taken. I gotta tell ya I gotta tell ya yet.

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