"motivating" poems
When you're a girl
The more beautiful you are
The more problems you will face
When you're a woman
The more stubborn you are
The more future you will create
Over the years, many men might've tried
To let you down and suppress your dreams
But, you've never lost the hope
Kept fighting & proved yourselves at times
In fact, you moved us
Motivating every single day
By achieving your dreams
You made this world a better place now
Thanks for being so kind, sweet, loving & caring
All that we(men) can give you is our pure-hearted love
I love you Granny, for all the stories you told me
I love you mom, for being there, every time I failed
I love you sister, for all the fights & advices
I love you, my dear friend, for trusting me
I can't imagine a world without you all
Happy Women's Day!!
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
This is hellopoetry
I do not dwell on
Hurtful comments
Or negativity
The insanity of the way
Humans marginalize
And hate others
Without reasons
Without merits
Is like knives in my heart
All I see is beauty everywhere
Every human on earth
Is a universe in their own right
A manifestation of uniqueness
That can never again replicated
I’m here to write and share my thoughts
With those who cares for it
Give the world a snapshot
Of my soul and it’s principles
My dream my pain
my emotion my humanity
If negativity is where you dwell
I implore you stay out of my inbox
Highly recommend you read
Motivating things
Or maybe listens to songs
That would cheer you up
I learned most storms
Don’t come to disrupt
Your life rather
to clear your path
The challenges equip you
With the necessary weapons
And tools you need to
Spiritually advance
Therefore I’m stepping
Into your hatred challenge
With confidence and much
More wisdom than I had.
Don’t let hatred dwell
In your mind and heart
For I have nothing but
Love for you my brother
If you had my life
You would understand!
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC
Death you are seen so repugnant.
Death you are sensed so vile.
Death you are deemed so untimely.
“Death can’t you wait for a while?”
But Death, aren’t you Life’s true redeemer?
Making everyone think well of the dead.
Death aren’t you Life’s other half?
Death don’t you tuck us to bed?
When our wanderlust has faded,
your embrace remains unjaded.
Death you are humble in your infamy;
Life the glory claims.
Yet sickness, accidents and war
are all Life’s macabre games.
That which kills you comes from Life.
Life will push to make that sale;
living organs mere currency.
Cannibalistic Life - advertising as a fairy tale.
Death you are left to clear the carnage.
Death – the coloseum’s sand –
innocently soaked in the blood of Life’s cruel hand.
Death you are Life’s psychologist;
motivating each step, each trial.
Making us get up every morning
to make each moment worthwhile.
Death you employ Time’s creation
to set a deadline to Life.
Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring
Death you are a scalpel; Life a butcher’s knife.
Famine, plague, disease, beast,
Without glorious survival, why feast?
Death your work with Time is inspired,
for we created it to understand your course.
With Time we can learn Life’s seasons
and record it’s length before it’s divorce
from our fragile clay.
Death you make us frugal with our Time,
yet generous with our Love.
For to each heartbeat’s rhythm and rhyme,
we fervently dance to give.
To make another grief-stricken Death.
For if Life is filled with meaning,
it is Death’s boon to us all.
Life becomes exhilarating –
A race before the fall!
Death remains a wallflower to the very close.
Death only wants to meet us;
a gentle lover with a rose.
Encouraging, yet terrifying.
But if we fear the Darkness, it is Life we fear not Death.
How often has a blinding Light been reported on a final breath?
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
Someone asked me,
Who is a teacher?
A pathway to degree?
Or holds a position deeper!
‘Union of multiple roles’, I said,
Is a teacher’s true identity;
One who enlightens the road ahead,
Assisting selflessly which is a rarity.
Playing a huge role in our upbringing,
And giving us a constant support;
Teachers were there motivating,
In the times we felt lost.
They teach us the art of life;
Losing sleep for other’s child,
New and innovative ways they devise;
It is incomparable what they provide.
The ones who are always well-wishing
Steering to right path and escorting;
They instill a passion for learning,
Student’s success is their earning.
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC
When you attempt something first time and fail, You will get a next chance...
When you try to create something new and it collapse, You will get a next chance….
When your soul gets hurt and no one helps to heal you out…
When smile is not enough, Don’t make a pout …
When nothing goes in your favour, Please don’t shout ...
Keep your step back and just wait, As you will get a next chance...
When you climbing a hill and suddenly dropped down , you will get a next chance...
When everything goes in vain and you get totally lost, Just stay calm as you will get a next chance…
But what this next chance is?
It is nothing but just a motivating force
When you're in a deep sorrow It will gives you a new hope,
It hold you tight just like a safety rope,
It energies you to a new scope,
So there always be a next chance, Untill and Unless you don’t lose hope…
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 6:08 AM UTC
Astonishing
Bewildering
Caring
Dissing
Educating
Fulfilling
Gravitating
Healing
Inspiring
Joking
Keeping
Loving
Motivating
Naming
Organising
Praising
Quizzing
Restoring
Smiling
Trusting
Uplifting
Varying
Willing
Xoxo-ing
Yelling
Zesting
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 3:24 AM UTC
Movie credits descend and sink
to the bottom of the tv screen;
Admire the time travel of a blink,
repositioned on the bed, not keen
Expired pills; motivating my pulse
Hands shifting; trying to keep up
and end this life which by day gets worse
Free this defunct soul and succumb
And in that moment,
the silent tear that doesn't cease formation;
i have surrendered, time is in halt
The sadness salt, in a state of reconstitution,
But death wasn't part of the victory
She was another night of bedridden dreary
Pre-measured mentality
part anxiety
part agony;
retaining me as an emissary
to unearth my mystery
where do my nightmares trail?
who fogs my thoughts at night?
who tallies off my breaths?
So yes, those pills;
those expired ******* pills
did not give me the answer
Instead, i woke up to another whisper
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 1:47 PM UTC
I was raised by a
loving, graceful,
god loving, homeade
cooking wonderful
"I'll always be there for you"
type of family.
Some gorilla strength,
motivating, always looking
after me and the
"Don't question me"
types of brothers.
Some church going
motivational speaking
smart and artistic
"Ask me anything"
type of pastors.
Some Jazz and Rock music
to calm me down and freestyle
dancing, the funny dude
"Who
doesn't give a crap
about what people think"
type of guy.
Some energetic
bouncing off of walls
and athletic
not caring that I'm big
saying nice things
being called a charmer
The "I can't hate. But
I can love"
type of friend
In a discriminating
racial saying world
who won't listen to you
or see what's underneath,
I stand and shout
"I'm better than you"
because.....
I was raised like a gentleman
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 2:07 AM UTC
“There are two basic motivating forces: Fear and Love.”
~ John Lennon
Frygt findes kun det ene sted du ikke kan flygte fra. Dit eget sind. Men til enhver frygt, findes der et håb. Et lys, til at blænde dig, så du ikke længere ser frygten. Men den er ikke væk, og en dag må du se den i øjnene. Du må lade frygten blive en del af dig, lade den løbe gennem dine årer, og så stå rank, og forkast den. Nogen frygter mørke, mens andre frygter døden, Men det alle egentlig frygter, er det ukendte. Kærlighed er også ukendt. Og dog er kærlighed det lys der får os til at glemme frygten. Måske er Frygt bare en illusion, det mørke, der skal opveje lyset, og opretholde balancen. Jeg har set min frygt i øjnene, og jeg er klar over at det jeg engang løb fra, i virkeligheden var mig selv. Jeg løb fra mit hjem, min familie, og mit liv, bare for at opdage at jeg aldrig kunne løbe fra mig selv.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
I keep telling everyone
how beautiful they are
and how much they matter
and how much I love them.
I spend all day motivating
the people around me.
I say such encouraging things,
and I mean every word,
but why can't I say
the same things to myself?
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 1:38 AM UTC
little peach colored amphetamine
allows reality
to be a dream
uncertain if it prohibits meaning
or stifles raw creativity
it's hard to decipher when without it
there seems to be no purpose
no motivating factors
are present in its absence
naturalistic existence
e x t i n g u i s h e d
by addictive dependence
lacking attachment to actuality
solely pieces of speed can calm me
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
Rap is truly poetry in motion
With a beat
Hip Hop can move a writer’s pen to pad
Emotions to words
Music, the lubrication to an artist’s ear
It’s motivation
Motivating the writer to be better
Rap is poetry
And Poetry is my life.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 1:48 PM UTC
My day ****** Walk down the street and flash smiles at familiar faces. Deep down though you feel that its nothing. People walking past, keeping up their appearance, never letting down their guard or letting people know their true self. No one walks past really caring how your day went, what you are going through, or what is motivating you to keep going. They walk past flash their fake smiles and keep on with their day because just like your day, their day ****** too. It seems like we are on a hamster wheel never-ending, continuous, and just draining. Each day we get on and wear ourselves out, for what? Searching for answers, seeking purpose, guarding our emotions, and hiding our true selves. Why can't we just open up? Why not just let loose and just say whatever, who cares, eff it, because in the end does it really matter? Do the small talk and the fake smiles really make a difference for other people in our lives? Or are we putting on appearances that are unnecessary and relentless and simply just exhausting? We must make other people's days while our days **** day in and day out. We don't need a world full of Oscar the Grouches, but why can't we just try to be real and find true human connection. The more we seek this, the less happy we all become, so why not just stop acting and start being real, so you can help other people realize that their is possibly a light at the end of their tunnel, just like their could be for you. Who knows, your sucky day could just be the start of something great, or not...but you won't know until you push through and make it your journey, your adventure, your week, your day, or even just your little moment. So when you think your life ***** know that issa mood. -ZZ
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 2:53 AM UTC
The teacher dies having made her small contribution
to the colonization of other planets by motivating
a boy who would otherwise be a coal miner to become
a rocket engineer.
Throughout the nation teachers
are sending their prize pupils through the funnel
flask to produce technology from pure science.
The mother and father are good, disciplined, god-
fearing people who stand firm against dissolution
and chaos. They hold their clod of soil in place
and others do the same to create the landscape
of community.
Communities across the nation
and the world produce the many to support the few
who make the tools and do the math to colonize
the planets. Once the secret of warp speed is
discovered, expansion of the species is
limitless.
Perhaps it is not a direct contribution
to destiny, yet some stories may be told
for centuries.
It takes constantly renewed
consciousness to persevere, retell the stories
and interpret lessons. You go, girl.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
Standing in front of Mona Lisa. Trying to turn her hyperbolic smile into a realistic one. But her eyes foresee my every route and any pursuit proves useless for she never moves. The subtle curve of her mouth begins to mock. Only motivating my attempts to spread her lips and cause true happiness beneath her smile.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
I have days where I feel zoned out and want to sleep off the day. I feel no motivation to do anything and just want to go in the mind escape of my brain.
Then there’s part of my brain that wakes up and realizes I shouldn’t be doing this to myself. I should do something motivating. Like interacting with family and living it up, so I don’t focus on my derealization.
Suddenly, there are days were I feel motivated and ambitious about hobbies, fashion and school. I start to feel the burst of happiness for life.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC
Peremptory forbearance, propounded.
Heaven promiscuously recoiling
in Secret, assoiling attainted diffidence;
Perfidiously?
Effusive wanton idolatry forcibly
motivating outwardly,
The cruelest ugliest creation that survives.
The most beautiful creature alive
inwardly putrescent- cascading
relinquishing Evil; turning
away casting, aside Hell.
Eleete j Muir
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 8:12 AM UTC
THERE IS A NEW TEACHER
ON THE BLOCK HE IS MOTIVATING
AND INSTALLING IN HIS
STUDENTS ESTEME
MAKING MATHS AND EDUCATION
A PART OF THEIR DREAMS
EDDIE WOO IS HIS NAME
HE IS LEAVING HIS MARK
HIS STUDENTS WILL GROW AND FIND
BRIGHTNESS FROM OUT OF THE DARK
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC
Do you even know
The pain I went through
You went away like a breeze
Not even making a leaf creeze
Time stopped
The memories blocked
Brain processed the loss
Heart tried to find the cause
Questioned myself
Am i being selfish?
Brain answered the heart
With another query
What you even got by being selfless?
Heart utter nothing,
Brain smiled
Said you got what is inevitable
Losing someone is not new
Their departure without a clue
Is what life is all about
You got what is disturbing
But self motivating
Make it your strength
Never let your consciousness dwell
Over the spilled milk
Join the beautiful moon
Like a star that you are
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 11:27 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Way to doubt,
I fall short and astray,
Positive motivating force,
Just Like Aaliyah say,
Then if you are,
Just let me know,
So I won't have to fall astray,
You wouldn't see my point of view anyway,
Times when I find people like you,
Times when I find people like you.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
"How should I start", I'm asking myself
to tell you all how much you gave me up till now?
Your firm hands, your motivating words
rebuilt a skyscraper full of hope on which I'm standing now,
ready to let loose my thoughts into the morning breeze,
beginning again to feel the warmth of other peoples hearts.
"Maybe I shouldn't think so much about", I'm telling myself,
as thoughts are racing on a track called mind,
competing for being the first to come and leave,
through my mouth, my face, my hands, my pen,
narrowing the gap between the you and me,
so that even crawled back into my snail shell
I am able to reach out to you:
***"My colleagues, my friends,
my brothers and sisters in mind,
you, which are here with me at this time,
sharing your soul, writing down everything that's inside you,
take this plea of thankfulness with you, for all you've given me so far,
and let us continue our journey together
as far us our words may reach."***
So may this poem stay as my gratitude to all of you,
till the final days
and even beyond
that our paths divide
Thank You
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC
*I know you'll find this story to be as
inexhaustibly motivating as I view your story .
And such a motivation should be perpetuated.
Promise me that for every "battle" along your journey, that you fight relentlessly but always love incessantly.[uninterrupted!]*
-Crysha
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC