"motivators" poems
Zombie or Monster?
Zombie's thrive for flesh
Monster's thrive to ****
Zombie's are created
Monster's are born.
The night is the time for the hunt
Day is for the epic hunter
Hunting in the public is tricky
Mobs are easily spotted
Single target's is twisted in shadows
Zombie or Monster is my question
I fall under monster
I might appear to be sane
But in reality i'm just purple.
My soul gathers the blood that spills
My heart gathers the chills
My mind filled with thrills.
The body is like a bomb
Once pushed to the limit it explodes
This is not a lethal explosion
Just the force of Truth.
Those who don't get this are UNTRUTHFUL.
A monster might ****
But the **** might just be about spoken words not humans
Zombies are the instigators watching and not reacting
They do without knowing the consequences they expose to others.
I might be a monster
But all I do is **** the silence and shred them with truth
Truth which should be spoken but is dormant within one's self.
Zombie's show no emotion
While Monsters are the Motivators towards a solution.
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 7:28 PM UTC
There Was This Girl Who Lived A Million Lives,
And Every Day Was A Different Kind.
" You Could Do Anything You
Set Your Mind To. "
" The Sky Is The Limit ",
So , So Be It.
Change The World , And Make It Better.
Fall In Love, And Hope It Last Forever.
Be A Diva, And Have Some Haters.
Use These ******* As Motivators
Just Remember , It's YOUR Life
So Do What You Like.
Listen To Your HEART,
And ENJOY The Ride.
- Micah Renee'
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
They hope you do good,
But not better than them.
You have magical technique
That causes them to be weak.
You have what they want,
Don't be too arrogant, but flaunt.
It's not your situation
So don't lose concentration
Use them as a motivation.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
I've met familiar faces in the
Darkest scenes ever unfolded
Maddening their faces, screaming for
Everything and anything that would
**** the pain that drove them insane
They've become locked in patterns
in cycles in fixated routines of needing fixes
Fighting is all they have ever done, and never done all in one
Once it was easy for them to fail, now it's getting
Harder as the days thin out, as their waists and hair follow
Glorifying junkies and
embracing apostles of death
They had no true motivators
Just
Enablers
Stimulators
No one to ever look out for their
interests, only their pacifiers
Who do you call
Who are you to call
on them?
Calling them demeaning
slurs to protect yourself
from your own degenerative
routines & drastic disdain for
the rest
You wash your brain with the
notion that you are
Immaculate
Infallible
When in fact, you are but a defect
in the washed-up pulp persona
The epitome of plastic in a seashell
Nothing could ever change that
which is your ignorant existence
Deny the Denouncing of Doubts
that were there to distract the
dancing hippies in the rain
from their ultimate decisions
to become such disdainful
primitive degenerates in the eyes
of the rest of the cockroaches
of 9-5 shifts & 3 minute *****
in the Fast Food toilets
Come, let them get off together
They come and go and come
and blow
They never leave the circle
of fixated cycles
Yes, I have met these familiar faces
in the darkest scenes ever unfolded
But I never thought introductions
would lead me any further loaded
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
I learned to never idolize again.
Never have another hero.
Idols and heroes,
they're only here to disappoint.
In a world of people who cheat
and lie,
how should they be any different?
They lead me on
and leave me in the ditch.
I'm done with heroes,
done with idols.
Have to find new motivators,
those that are not living,
that cannot die.
Gotta work on my mind
and never idolize.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
The world is crying!!
poets where are you, we all need you God has gifted you!
To help hearts of this world make it through..
Where are you?..
The World around us is falling..
Parts of it feeling tragedy feeling disastrous.
feeling help us Lord stand with us.
Poet, Leaders, Teachers, Ministers, come through,
Motivators where are you!
Rain is pouring..
Don't sleep on us hope your not snoring.
We are standing we are fighting, we are protesting.
We don't know what to do, our world is troubling.
Days appearing cloudy, whats our world coming to.
Is the world being punished for its iniquities,
Is this meant to bring us to our knees.
It's hard for many to see eye to eye,
We see a grey cloudy dark sky.
As the world is crying.
Some parts of it are laughing and mocking.
Most are denying, That things are coming apart by its seams.
As the Minority are bleeding. Our World is crying.
Many are denying,,. its the quiet before the storm.
It's the beginning of a tragic alarm.
It's history in the making!
It's very alarming..
The storms are rolling..
Poets speak your volumes..
Speak your views.. Speak in colorful hues.
On the things of today.
Help wipe some tears away.
SelinaSharday aka
heavensRosepoet 1-22-2017 S.A.M ©
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
Make space for those
fleeing social distress.
Be a link in a golden
unbreakable chain of
all-welcoming mercy.
Give gladly of yourself.
Receive in good grace.
Redistribute your gains.
Reinvest what you profit.
Care first for the weakest.
Assist in every way the
honourably intended.
Generate hope by
imitating doers: those
motivators of good.
Keep an open mind.
Confound cynic’s doubts.
Generate kindness.
Heal all wounds with love.
Let peace and friendliness
radiate dissolving darkness.
TOBIAS
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 4:44 AM UTC
Hatred and pain are such strong motivators
Stabbing pain like the jaws of alligators
I'm not the best with words, so don't try debate this
Coz I'm feeling so high, so ************* elated
Hands curled and heavy breathing
Pain and bloodlust are all I'm feeling
My eyes dark holes where darkness is bleeding
And all my sanity is ******* receding
Are you receiving?
Are you still needing?
Wanting
The end of all my hatred and pain,
All those days that I had nothing to gain
So I acted with no shame,
Ripping hearts
And tearing body parts
Out of a need
To be seen
Clearly
As what hides underneath
The monster free
Like a sword from a sheath
Hatred keeps me going strong
Pain makes blood fall
And my heart stall
First rule
Of the emotions
Is hatred is used in locomotion
And pain is what stops you,
A paralysing potion
That ends your motion
Stops your momentum
Completely
and then some
Trying to defeat me
Secretly
You just want me to fight back,
You want a piece of me?
Come get some
Once it starts it stops when I am done
Shred you up just for fun
Lusting for blood and adrenaline runs
Hatred and Pain
Day after day
Pulsing my temple
Making my head sway
But I enjoy it for the power
That allows me to devour
Those who try to speak louder
Talk **** and now a blood shower
Boom
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 2:47 AM UTC
The importance of friendship is infinite.
So often, people use each other for memories and fun times.
But it isn't supposed to stop there, is it?
We are supposed to lean on each other when times get hard.
We can't let fights get between us, we can't let relationships distance us.
For there are bonds that can be created; bonds stronger than any you can see.
Just one talk with a real friend can set your worries free.
And friends are not followers, that is obvious to me.
They are treasures and gifts from God.
They are a shoulder to cry on when times get hard.
They are laughs when you want to cry.
And wings when you want to fly.
They are secret keepers, and dream believers.
They are motivators and personal cheerleaders.
But it is most important to realize that friendship isn't one-way.
Because we are all human, and the world doesn't revolve around you.
Friendship is about caring and loving unconditionally.
It is about giving not to receive, but giving because you believe.
Believe in love and friends and fun and laughs and crying and deep conversations past 3am.
Believe in relationships deeper than any with some cute boy.
Believe in a lifetime of care and joy.
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
Life is for the living,
Life is for the loving,
Love is for the giving,
We do live vicariously,
Don't take things too seriously,
Let's make extinction extinct,
How? Let's have a think!
Work and pray for Peace,
For plebs and critters we keep,
Let's preserve more habitats,
For wildlife and people chaps,
Exile brainwashing dictators,
Breed positive motivators,
Redirect capitalism,
Too much conflict over 'isms,
Masks our real problems,
World makes too many munitions,
Create diverse solutions,
Too many mind pollutions,
Let's write some aphorisms,
Life is for the living,
Life is for the loving.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC
There are officially no motivators
I am gone from this world already
Been gone since my mother found me lying on my bathroom floor
Slowly dying, covered in blood and *****
Never woke up that morning
Been gone ever since
In my head
Only thing that exists is this mind and this heart
The world around is fake
I'm not here, never was
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
"SIR! How do we silence anxiety? Sir."
Welcome to the new era,
A-dread-alized Motivation
We Swept concrete
under bombshelter rugs
Wept skyscraper scaffolding
Twin tears down construction worker cheekbones.
Dangling off plywood
Staring at their lunchmeat
In silliphane
Placing it back
Closing their eyes
The sun rise past the construction
Shone red and yellow
Orange and black
War in the winds
We all knew that there could be only one thing to silence the Trembling fingers
still left shaking
from the resurrection
of our ancesters sins.
The uncertainty of our nationalism,
or ability to breathe. A tragedy
to bond us. Glued
to the severance of anxiety horizens.
"The New Era"
Stapled to the door frame.
Green now in the sky
They painted the missiles gold
so we'd know who sent them.
Waves came
Tore cartilage from the floor boards.
Fires came
Swept veins up in the smoke
a plague would have come,
but the world glazed over with laughter.
labeled allergies a
coping mechanism
in the face of cataclysm
We swore at each other
Didn't blame god.
For once
This time we didn't want to curse
gods name that way.
Not when we knew our aggressor
The rich had bombshelter elbows
The beautiful had lips like
plane tickets
You stand accused of revolution
Influence,
motivation, rebellion!
PAYING ATTENTION
What do you have to say for yourself?
Says Judge Judy.
to the artists.
All of them.
Shackled in front of ovens,
Brothers and Sisters of rainbow skin
Motivators aren't needed when you're "Silencing Anxiety" She says.
A general in the white house asks:
"They're all too loud.
How do we unleash genocide
for a whole generation?"
And this ************
Gaunt in the corner?
Says suicide.
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 8:44 PM UTC
Maybe my own inadequacy is to blame
For the fact that I can't get out of bed most days
My main motivators are hunger pains and stomach aches.
Somedays I feel like I'm at the pivotal point
Where a tiny place in space becomes a black hole
With only one purpose; to devour all that passes by.
I hope this hopelessness passes like strangers on the street.
I feel like it's been too long to say that though.
Maybe once my room is clean,
I get some fresh air
And
I stop smoking, this fog around me will dissipate into its next life.
Maybe.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
Words swim as a swan
Or sentences fly as a bird
Or rhythms sing as of a musician’s music
Or alphabets dance as of a peacock’s feather
Don’t know how it happens my Lord
Some miracle playing with your help
Which help to write some powerful words
As it is made for your heavenly earth
It bring much peace in inner depth
To write more and more with no limit
But remember, it is not an occurrence
It is the influence of few motivators
Who mould us to believe in our powers
And miracle happen to those
Who believes to move
Without a stop
And they are the ones
Who are blessed
With a miraculous grace
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 10:56 PM UTC
It's hidden
what must it be
they don't want me to see
beneath those sheets of bigotry
Eyes that hold flames of hatred
faces twisted in bitterness
hearts that thrive on darkness
why do they worry concerning their faces being seen
if what they do they believe to be right and pure
why are they not proud enough to be known
As a child
there were things my parents said
NO!
you cannot do that
so I did “that”
whatever it was that was forbidden
became the target of my curiosity
the most powerful motivators a young one could have
is to forbid something from them
As a child I hid those things
(just as my children did and and all will)
that I did not want my parents to know about
concerning whatever it was I was up to
that I knew they wouldn't approve of
They were forbidden
thus hidden
Today we hide
words of belligerence and of a demeaning nature
flags that inspire the hatred of the past
faces of the bigotry of the so called better than thou crowd
and the truth
of what they do to harm our world
Hidden to deny they exist
These things forbidden
grow in power
taunting us to be part of them
causing more hatred to grow
directed at individuals
who have never caused us any harm
To hide that which is evil
will only cause the evil to grow
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
You gave me so much love and adulation
Alas i can't give you much
Coz i've nothing
Childhood took my innocence away
Teenage years took my sanity away
Adulthood took my dignity away
And now life has taken time away
And now as i'm left alone with my room and empty walls
I wait patiently to be taken away from this world
No one hears my cries save for the walls
The mirror is my only friend
It's been with me through every thick and thin
Whenever i looked into it there wasn't much of a face looking at me
Rather it was the vision of a daily predicament...
...somehow getting through the day unscathed
Poverty and desperation are pretty powerful motivators
It makes you do things you don't want to
I sold my soul to the devil a long time ago
I still feel the repercussions
I'm sorry for all the wrongs i did to you
I hope you will understand why i did what i did
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
My lady ...
I dreamed of you, my poet...
It was one of the most wonderful...
and beautiful dream...
with you...
and now I woke up happily...
with strong feelings...
because I made the most beautiful love...
all night...
with a great poet...
yes my sweet poet...
my lady ,...
who taught me love...
so happy i am now...
but I wasn't satisfied...
i want you for real...
in my world...
as you were with me...
in dreams...
hazem al ...
Words of Love can be powerful motivators
hazem al...
( Poet from Jordan-Amman ) ...
Oct 15, 2023
Oct 15, 2023 at 4:37 AM UTC