Inspirational Poems

Here is a selection of poems to inspire you. Some of them are about love, some on happiness and some on youth. May they inspire you to open your creative skills and write a poem or two. The most important thing is to write from your heat, without structure.

"Star"

I stand here on the ladder of my keeper’s life,
Having reemerged from exile and silence,
To behold the glory of the “one”

This truly is my finest hour,
This truly is a magnificent awaking

I have heard you whisper,
I have heard you beckon,
But until today I thought they were mere echoes of illusion

You truly are one of heaven’s illuminating creatures,
Why have you come here?
Are you here to rekindle our matrimony?
Or have you come to embrace my keeper and enlighten him of our existent.

Whatever the case maybe, do come closer
I am you, you are me,
Our matrimony, is the key,
To our keepers existent,

Without us there be no scent in all that blooms,
There be no beauty in all great and small,
There be no song of life,
Therefore I take thy for life, everlasting, ever illuminating, “STAR”

Written by Tony Lynn © Copyright 2003

A SMILE - Anon
A smile costs nothing,
but gives so much.
It enriches those who receive,
without making poorer
those who give.
It takes but a moment,
but the memory of it
sometimes lasts forever.
None is so rich or mighty
that he can get along without it,
and none is so poor
but that he cannot be made rich by it.
A smile creates happiness in the home,
fosters goodwill in business,
and is the countersign of friendship.
It brings rest to the weary,
cheer to the discouraged,
sunshine to the sad,
and it is nature's best
antidote for trouble.
Yet it cannot be bought,
begged, borrowed or stolen,
for it is something
that is of no value to anyone
until it is given away.
Some people are too tired
to give you a smile;
give them one of yours,
as none needs a smile
so much as he
who has no more to give.

The Right Mental Attitude - Elbert Hubbard.
Whenever you go out of doors, draw the chin in, carry the crown of the head high, and fill the lungs to the utmost; drink in the sunshine; greet your friends with a smile, and put soul into every hand-clasp.
Do not fear being misunderstood; and never waste a minute thinking about your enemies. Try to fix firmly in your mind what you would like to do, and then without violence of direction you will move straight to the goal.
Keep your mind on the great and splendid things you would like to do; and then, as the days go gliding by, you will find yourself unconsciously seizing upon the opportunities that are required for the fulfilment of your desire, just as the coral insect takes from the running tide the elements it needs. Picture in your mind the able, earnest, useful person you desire to be, and the thought you hold is hourly transforming you into that particular individual.
Thought is supreme. Preserve the right mental attitude—the attitude of courage, frankness and good-cheer. To think rightly is to create.
All things come through desire, and every sincere prayer is answered. We become like that on which our hearts are fixed. Carry your chin in and the crown of your head high. We are gods in the chrysalis.

Sara Hubbard
The melody in your soul will echo the melody you have sung or spoken. Persist in the practice, speaking always in kindly tones, looking out of kindly eyes, cherishing kindly feelings, and the habit of kindliness and good cheer will become a second nature. Your face will be transfigured by the spirit's high endeavour, and the light of it will comfort and stimulate yourself and others with the power of living sunshine. "Whoever is capable of joy may learn to maintain it. Wonderful are the results of training in enjoyment."

Nixon Waterman
Touch your lips with gladness and go singing on your way,
Smiles will strangely lighten every duty;
Just a little word of cheer may span a sky of gray
With hope's own heaven-tinted bow of beauty.
Wear a pleasant face wherein shall shine a joyful heart,
As shines the sun, the happy fields adorning;
To every care-beclouded life some ray of light impart,
And touch your lips with gladness every morning.

Anon
We should fall asleep in the most cheerful and the happiest possible frame of mind. Our minds should be filled with lofty thoughts—with thoughts of love and of helpfulness—thoughts which will continue to create that which is helpful and uplifting, which will refresh the soul and help us to awake in the morning refreshed and in superb condition for the day's work.
If you have any difficulty in banishing unpleasantness or torturing thoughts, force yourself to read some good, inspiring book—something that will smooth out your wrinkles and put you in a happy mood; something that will make you see the real grandeur and beauty of life; something that will make you feel ashamed of petty meanness and narrow, uncharitable thoughts.

The Beauty of Youth - Theodore Parker
How beautiful is youth,—early manhood, early womanhood,—how wonderfully fair! What freshness of life, cleanness of blood, purity of breath! What hopes! There is nothing too much for the young maid or man to put into their dream, and in their prayer to hope to put in their day. O, young men and women! there is no picture of ideal excellence of manhood and womanhood that I ever draw that seems too high, too beautiful for young hearts.

I love to look on these young faces, and see the firstlings of a young man's beard, and the maidenly bloom brushing over the girl's fair cheek. I love to see the pure eyes beaming with joy and goodness, to see the unconscious joy of such young souls, impatient of restraint, and long for the heaven which we fashion here.

So have I seen in early May, among the New England hills, the morning springing in the sky, and gradually thinning out the stars that hedge about the cradle of day; and all cool and fresh and lustrous came the morning light, and a few birds commenced their songs, prophets of very many more; and ere the sun was fairly up, you saw the pinky buds upon the apple trees, and scented the violets in the morning air, and thought of what a fresh and lordly day was coming up the eastern sky.

Gentle Words - Salem Town and Nelson M. Holbrook, 1856.
More precious than the honeyed dew,
From flowers distilled of saffron hue,
Of rosy tint, or azure blue,
Are gentle words.
More joyous than the merry thrill,
When warbling sounds the woodlands fill,
Or parting streamlet, brook, or rill,
Are gentle words.
Sweeter than music's hallowed strains,
To cheer old age when memory wanes,
And lull to rest its aches and pains,
Are gentle words.
Holy as friendship's gifted name,
Burning with bright unquivering flame,
That on through time remains the same,
Are gentle words.