Poems About: INSPIRATION
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313.A Journey Beyond
We know not of the secrets of life untold,
But as we journey onward
To relieve our thirst, in the refreshing springs of renewal,
Soak up the warmth, in the sweet sunny meadows, read more »Linda May Fox
Inspiration. It comes at odd times, doesn't it?
I just can't quite understand it.
But when it's there, be sure to grasp it.
Don't let it slip away. read more »Jessi Hardison
315.What She Ask?
she asked me today do u write
things tat r put up on ur wall r original?
what shd i say how shd i react
ur d inspiration u dont even know tat fact read more »YSK Moon
The beginning of all things is small
Aspiring, encouraging and beautiful
From the ground to the hall of fame
In the life running behind targeted game read more »Umasree Raghunath
Night comes quietly
surrounding me in darkness
but for a tiny flicker of light
dancing read more »David L. Harkins
Ingenious inspiration quietens the nook of ideas so faithful,
Assemblies of essays ceremoniously convene to provide the foreseeing;
The roof fell down the next day to improve the landscape,
Inspiring others in the field of work too extravagant, called building. read more »Naveed Akram
319.To My Ultimate Inspiration
To My Ultimate Inspiration
I often sense the presence of yours,
In defeated times or in way to triumph; read more »elvira marchan
As only I look into your eyes
my soul truly realize
how much I love you.
Your eyes intoxicate, read more »Larisa Rzhepishevska
321.Inspiration of Music
I don't know why I can't feel
the joy, the pain
it feels like I have no brain
and I can't get myself to sing, the inspiration is gone read more »Angel Gibbs
I was drifting through the chambers
of imagination, deep in my mind,
searching desperately for inspiration,
but it was proving so hard to find. read more »Orlando Belo
I’d been living in the clouds for many a year
and then one morning the sky was clear.
From out of that space inspiration was thrust
and the inclination to write was now a must. read more »Orlando Belo
It is five thirty and I am at my desk
With the intention of writing something.
I’m sitting waiting for inspiration
But the stimulation has not surfaced read more »Albert Ahearn