Inspiration Poems
Don'T Quit
by Edgar Albert Guest
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
when the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
when the funds are low and the debts are high,
and you want to smile but you have to sigh,
when care is pressing you down a bit - rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns.
As everyone of us sometimes learns.
And many a fellow turns about when he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow - you may succeed with another blow.
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The Haunted House
by Thomas Hood
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe,
Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling,
With all the dark solemnities that show
That Death is in the dwelling!
Oh, very, very dreary is the room
Where Love, domestic Love, no longer nestles,
But smitten by the common stroke of doom,
The corpse lies on the trestles!
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What If?
by Jason O'Keefe
What if today you decided to be kind? What if we've been taking the power of choice in our life for granted? It is our actions that will write the story of our life and define who we are. Decide your actions. Decide to be the author of your own story.
What if today you stood in front of a mirror and looked yourself in the eyes instead of judging every angle, and dwindling every ounce of your confidence. You are strong and you are resilient, and you can't help that. It's ingrained within us, to persist in the darkness and crawl towards the light. Keep crawling.
What if all the things in this life that broke us, were really pivotal moments of perspective, that have armored us with the empathy necessary to uplift others who so desperately need it? Share your heart freely.
What if waiting for inspiration, or a 'sign' wasn't good enough for us? You already have the spark within you. You already have the courage to try the things that excite and terrify your sensibilities. Fail forward
What if we were all scared? What if we weren't as alone as we sometimes feel? Seek out others who ignite who you want to become. Together we can raise the bar of humanity and understand how similar we are, in spite of the divisions we've constructed. Say hello to that stranger, see others for who they are instead of who we perceive them to be. Hold your integrity to the highest standard.
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Life Is Beautiful
by Punit Parikh
There was a faint whisper,
Just few paces behind him.
He struggled through the ruins,
a few paces towards the sound.
In search of life, Alas!
Silence was all he could find.
He stared towards the debris,
Which seemed never ending.
Beneath which was lying the entire city.
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My Merciless Muse
by Michael J. Nappi
I stand back, and light the fuse,
hoping, to awake my muse.
She could be found anywhere,
yet, when I call her, she's not there.
In field of clover, with no pen,
my muse flies to me again.
When I'm busy, hard a work,
she teases me, what a jerk.
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The Gift
by Kevin Schroeder
The Gift
I woke—what a gift, this breath, this day,
The light, the dark, all come to stay.
Each moment, a thread in a tapestry spun,
Of sorrow and joy, of many and one.
Grief taught me how another might ache,
And in that knowing, a bond can wake.
For pain is a door, and love is the key—
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We are the Sea
by Joe Cyr
( charge to cadets about to embark on a military career )
“We are the sea,” spectral voices said;
“We are the land,” spake voices dead.
“We are the air, and space as well,
and oceans’ depths where sailors fell.
We speak at the will of certain mortals;
poetic voices open our portals.”
“Remember well, you here in chosen glow
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Full and by
by Joe Cyr
Advice to youth
In sailing ships of yore, on deck,
when you glanced up toward the sky,
if the sails were full and ship close to the wind,
then she was “full and by.”
You will soon arrive at the moment
to decide future and vocation;
that point in life to chart your passage
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Eye of the Storm
by Joe Cyr
Within the fiercest tempests lie
a zone of quiet, called the eye.
Where sky is blue and breezes light;
a world of peace ‘mid storm of fright.
‘Tis enclosed by a solid wall
of deadly winds, and rain and squall.
But inside that savage devastation
lies peace and quiet and, yes, Salvation.
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Hope
by Somali Mukherjee
There is, there must be
Ample light at the end of
The tiring tunnel.
