Inspirational Poems

[StillInTheDumps]

Hi all, some good poems here.
Sorry moderators, I lost the web ID this was from, feel free to remove it if I made any copywrite infringements.

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Here is my collection of inspirational poems. I put_the shorter poems on banners and place them on Web sites worldwide.

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
Some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
Who violently sweep your house
Empty of its furniture,
Still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
For some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
Meet them at the door laughing,
And invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
Because each has been sent
As a guide from beyond.
Rumi

And we are put on Earth a little space, that we may learn to bear the beams of love. William Blake.

Be patient with all that is unresolved in your heart
And try to love the questions themselves.
Do not seek for the answers that cannot be given
For you would not be able to live them.
And the point is to live everything.
Live the questions now,
And perhaps without knowing it
You will live along, someday into the answers.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Why, then have to be human?
Oh, not because happiness exists,
Nor out of curiosity…..
But because being here means so much;
Because everything here,
Vanishing so quickly, seems to need us,
And strangely keeps calling to us……To have been
Here once, completely,even if only once,
To have been at one with the earth-
This is beyond undoing.
Ranier Maria Rilke

I’ve broken through to longing
Now, filled with a grief I have
Felt before, but never like this.
The center leads to love.
Soul opens the creation core.
Hold on to your particular pain.
That too can take you to God
Rumi

The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree
Are of equal duration- for history is a pattern_
Of timeless moments
What we call the end is often the beginning
And to reach the end is to make a beginning
The end is where we start from
We are born with the dead- and we die with the living
And the end of all our endeavors
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time
And walk through the unknown, remembered gate
And we shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well

Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt, marvelous illusion,
that I had a beehive here inside my heart.
And the golden bees were making white combs of sweet honey
from all my _old failures.....
Antonio Machado

You do not have to be good,
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the ocean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Mary Oliver

If you listen,
Not to the pages or preachers
But to the smallest flower
Growing from a crack
In your heart,
You will hear a great song
Moving across a wide ocean
Whose water is the music
Connecting all the islands
Of the universe together,
And touching all
You will feel it
Touching you
Around you…
Embracing you
With light.
John Squadra

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. _I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. _For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Wendell Berry
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Start Where You Stand

Start where you stand and never mind the past,
The past won't help you in beginning new,
If you have left it all behind at last
Why, that's enough, you're done with it, you're through;
This is another chapter in the book,
This is another race that you have planned,
Don't give the vanished days a backward look,
Start where you stand.

The world won't care about your old defeats
If you can start anew and win success,
The future is your time, and time is fleet
And there is much of work and strain and stress;
Forget the buried woes and dead despairs,
Here is a brand new trial right at hand,
The future is for him who does and dares,
Start where you stand.

Old failures will not halt, old triumphs aid,
To-day's the thing, to-morrow soon will be;
Get in the fight and face it unafraid,
And leave the past to ancient history;
What has been, has been; yesterday is dead
And by it you are neither blessed nor banned,
Take courage, man, be brave and drive ahead,
Start where you stand.

by Berton Braley


I got this at this inspirational poems site .

[toforever]

Thank you for the awesome post/poems!!!

sometimes I feel like the world hates me
sometimes I feel someone who cares
it gets me through
I can live another day
balance this deceit around me
balance on on a scale with the heaviest rock
this rock in my chest
it doesn't care what tries it
it doesn't shift
its rolling on
like a rolling stone
because I found love
Because I doesn't matter anymore
because the love it is just in bloom
still more powerful then a 1000 man army march
it spreads
its a universe
its the big bang
and its never going to end
feel the weight of the world
i'm crushed everyday
but i'm becoming less
the me the love becoming more
the life I have is about beauty
because all my senses of the mundane
they all have been annihilated
This life is now love itself
the me is now love itself
still can't define it
so for beyond me but still all of my all
how can this be
does logic ever give answers to love?
never, just confusion
only fear does it increase
it doesn't belong
i have left it alone
love makes decisions though
it consorts my brain
because it can now where before it could not
my deceit has left me
my pretension clings to me
this I can not help
its over reaction
its joy
its bliss
a kiss
its heaven that touches me
atleast so it feels
I cry that somethings wrong
I hurt because of so much hurt
things becoming like a dream
its hard mending them to reality
the world is not the same
they say its because i have changed
not the world
well maybe just one person, anyone, everyone
always and forever changes the world
why not?
why do we have to leave the child in us behind
I won't do it
and if he is lost
I will find him
because I won't turn to stone
i will move along as long as I can
i can't apologize for things incidetal
I believe lifes urge and loves calling
leave behind armies of angels
to fix and make things bad turn to good
I believe so
I have to believe
I am committed
I am a soldier in a war I can not perceive
my calling
my quest
it is guided only by faith
for I am blind
but love can see everything
this I have a part of
and it will move until it gets were it has to be
i fear the stakes of love
but I have no choice
its much too late and I do not regret its pocession
letting go of the I in me is what i'm challenged with
for what I am is very little
but what I carry is very great
it makes me feel no great pride
its beautiful and gentle power does just the opposite
it calls me to just be
so be it
my name is Bradley