Inspirational Poems - Page 3

  1. 41. The Time Is Now

    With this poem, I want to motivate the reader to live their life to the fullest, to make the most of their life...

    Making The Most Out Of Your Life

    We have but a short time
    On this earth,
    So value your life
    For what it's really worth.

    Your life has purpose.
    God sent you on a mission.
    To live, to love, to learn -
    Is His commission.

    The world needs you.
    Believe me, it's true!
    Some things need doing
    That only you can do.

    Character matters;
    Be your own person,
    Your own original self,
    Not someone else's version.

    Develop your talents;
    They are unique.
    Use your time well;
    Listen only to positive critique.

    Go after your dreams.
    Be bold. Be brave.
    Swim against the stream;
    It's more than okay.

    The time is now
    To find your passion.
    Time waits for no one,
    So get into action.

    To be free of regret
    In your old age,
    Never ever forget
    To fully live today!

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  2. 42. Brave American Knight

    • By David G. Moore
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2019

    Too often we see the stranger in a fatigue jacket on the side of the road begging, and it is very easy to pass him off as a scam artist or bum. Could be! But news reports tell us that many veterans are found living under overpasses and cardboard box villages to just simply ignore. I wanted to say something about our (my) own negligence in this matter. I am a veteran. That could have been me on that corner.

    A Forgotten Veteran

    Driving home one day after hours of monotonous office work,
    Saw a man sitting by the road; looked as one down on his luck.
    Paid small notice to the figure; my lonely life was in a rut.
    He was just another beggar holding out a shiny tin cup.

    But something was rather uncharacteristic about this scene.
    His old camouflaged fatigues were those of a U.S. marine.
    No legs dangled from his wheelchair, but he sat tall, proud, and upright.
    Many ribbons bore evidence of America's finest knight.

    Walked up to the stranger - what was left of a man sitting there.
    No others near, just us two, and the pall of pathos in the air.
    His hair unkempt, a shaggy beard, he stared as each car would stop,
    Lest he miss a coin or, pray, a bill into his cup one might drop.

    In horror saw that the cup was held by an artificial hand.
    An ear had been severed; thumb on other hand, one eye was blind.
    He acknowledged my presence, tipped his military cap.
    As he did, I observed scars occupied most of his scalp.

    Asked how life brought him to this intersection on life's highway.
    From boot camp was deployed to "play in the sand" in land over there.
    "Sir," he said, "From high school my great desire was to serve my country.
    Fighting with my buddies one night, my jeep hit unseen IED."

    "In flames and smoke I fought to breathe; felt that my life was slipping on.
    Could barely hear, could scarcely see, and knew that my right arm was gone.
    My head was bleeding profusely; could not feel my legs or left hand.
    I begged God to let me die on the sands of Afghanistan."

    "The corpsman came with tears rolling down his face and with choking voice,
    Said soldier, it's your legs, I have to amputate, I have no choice.
    There are other injuries, got to rush; choppers are on our right,
    You hang in there, Marine; I salute you, brave American knight."

    The more he spoke, the colder the chills that ran up and down my spine.
    Thoughtlessness and selfishness exposed a depravity of mind.
    Self-pity, self-indulgence, resignation had poisoned my soul.
    Changed by man with no legs, he stands ten feet tall on my honor roll.

    Perhaps next time a soldier we meet at the mall or on the street,
    Honor and salute those who served, even died, that we may live free.
    Army, Air Force, Coast Guard, Navy or Marine, guards of freedom's light.
    Grateful for those who wore the uniform, brave American knights.

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  3. 43. Yes, Human. Yes, Love

    • By Sadwick
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2019

    We all have flaws. To error is to be human. In our error, let's remember we have the ability to be good and always try.

    Living Your Best Life

    In the face of many troubles,
    Side by side we will stand.
    It's not as though we crumble.
    Instead, we gain to understand.

    Learning life we see perspectives,
    Others different and some the same.
    We act in the moment to be reactive.
    Emotions are wild or tame.

    Love and hate we fight against.
    Life and death we struggle with.
    Gluttony and hunger we rage against.
    War and peace we struggle with.

    To be human is to struggle,
    Finding love in the depression.
    We are that individual
    Striving for moral right or religion.

    Act without reward or praise.
    Do your best no matter the circumstance.
    Go the extra mile without a raise.
    Give your brother a second chance.

    In doing this, you show love.
    To love is what is valued among all,
    So next time you look above,
    Remember we sometimes fall.

    Be encouraged in your weaknesses.
    Some flaws are others strengths,
    So let us give ourselves forgiveness,
    For love has no length.

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  4. 44. Be The Best Of Whatever You Are

    In this poem, Douglas Malloch (1877-1938) shares an encouraging message for readers of all ages. Although we don't all hold prestigious jobs, we can all be the best at who we are. Our position in life doesn't make us more or less valuable. The beauty of this world is shown when each person does what he has been called to do and does it with great pride. When we measure our success by the standards of this world, many of us will feel as though we've fallen short. Douglas Malloch reminds us that success is measured by being the best at whoever you are. Like many, he came from humble roots, but he used his gift of writing to touch the lives of many people.

    If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
    Be a scrub in the valley — but be
    The best little scrub by the side of the rill;
    Be a bush if you can't be a tree.

    If you can't be a bush be a bit of the grass,
    And some highway happier make;
    If you can't be a muskie then just be a bass —
    But the liveliest bass in the lake!

    We can't all be captains, we've got to be crew,
    There's something for all of us here,
    There's big work to do, and there's lesser to do,
    And the task you must do is the near.

    If you can't be a highway then just be a trail,
    If you can't be the sun be a star;
    It isn't by size that you win or you fail —
    Be the best of whatever you are!

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  5. 45. Like A Volcano

    I wrote this poem when I was struggling hard in life. I was broken and shattered as I faced many job rejections and got unexpected wounds from people whom I trusted the most. And that is when my family supported me and encouraged me to stay strong. I hope that this poem brings courage, hope, and strength to those who are at the verge of giving up. Remember you are like a volcano. You have that fire deep inside.

    Never Give Up In Life

    Are you losing faith?
    Are you feeling low?
    Are you crying out loud,
    Craving to be loved?

    You are stronger than you know.
    Like a volcano,
    deep inside you is a fire.
    You'll reach where you desire.

    Remember you are precious.
    You ought to shine like a gem.
    Give off light,
    intense and bright.

    I know you're waiting for a chance
    and you have been struggling hard.
    Don't give up,
    just go on.

    Yes, like a volcano,
    make an explosion.
    Break the barrier.
    Remember you are a warrior.

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  6. 46. The Hands Of A Warrior

    I wrote this poem about one of the things that women feel when they are growing old.

    A Poem About Growing Old

    Purple veins strain against the skin.
    Pale, translucent, paper thin.
    Skinny fingers clawed in monstrous shapes,
    Brown spots from years that she can't erase.

    Now wrinkled and fragile, weak and sore,
    So many things she can't do anymore.
    Some days she feels she's been betrayed
    By the cruelty of her advancing age.

    She rubs her hands to ease the ache
    And recalls the life they helped to make.
    She looks at them and feels the loss,
    Living a life bears a very high cost.

    These hands that held her children near,
    That gently dried their salty tears.
    Hands that held her husband's tight,
    That never let go against the fight.

    Miraculous hands that protected and soothed.
    Hands, they conveyed her every mood.
    Hands so strong they could carry the weight,
    That would never give up and never forsake.

    Those hands that took little but always gave,
    Hands that applauded each achievement made.
    Those soft, sweet hands that gently cared,
    For those sick or lost in dark despair.

    Hands that fussed and fumbled that day
    Her husband gave their daughter away.
    Those hands holding tight as he slowly died,
    Caressing his brow as she stood by his side.

    Hands that rocked her grandson to sleep,
    That gladly took over when others grew weak.
    Hands that once held everyone that she loved,
    And prayed for strength to our God above.

    Hands that were always so willing to give,
    Hands that reveal a life fully lived.
    Small, feeble hands, now empty and cold,
    These hands that each day will keep growing old.

    These hands she now tends to hide away,
    These hands that at times make her feel ashamed.
    Grotesque and useless in her eyes,
    They rest in her lap as she quietly cries.

    But I see the hands of a hero so true,
    A woman who survived what this life put her through.
    A woman whose heart still shimmers like gold,
    With the hands of a warrior who made her mark on this world.

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  7. 47. I Bend

    I hope you enjoy this poem; it was from the heart.

    Poem About Not Allowing Yourself To Be Defeated

    I bend but do not break.
    I've been lost, but I'm not a loser.
    I'm a wreck, but I'm not totaled.
    I'm fractured but not broken.
    I've failed, but I'm not a failure.
    I've fallen hard but can get up again.
    I'm isolated, but still I'm free.
    I have been destroyed but will rebuild.
    My heart is broken, but it will mend.
    See, no matter how close I come to breaking, I just continue to bend.

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  8. 48. Successful Life

    People too often measure their success by the material possessions they have acquired or their status in society. I think a successful life is all of the troubles and experiences that a person goes through and what they gain from them.

    What Does It Mean To Be Successful?

    Death is an inevitable fate.
    Someday we have to go.
    You hope you did
    your best in life,
    but how are you to know?
    It's not the model of your car
    or brand of clothes you wear.
    It's not some fancy, famous name,
    sewn in your underwear.
    It's not the square footage of your house
    or what you keep inside.
    There's no material you possess
    that proves success in life.
    It's everything you sacrificed
    and choices you made.
    It's all the problems that you solved,
    your lessons from mistakes.
    It's bad times you've persevered.
    It's all the fun you've had.
    It's any time you've ever laughed
    and every tear you've shed.
    It's any time that you've been proud
    of others or yourself.
    It's every song you turned up loud,
    and every friend you helped.
    It's every wish you ever had.
    It's all your dreams and hopes.
    It's all the books you ever read,
    the movies that you've seen.
    It's all the stories you told,
    The places you've been.
    It's every sunset that you caught
    and every cent you spent.
    It's anyone you've ever loved
    who mourns you in the end.
    It's all these things
    and so much more,
    so don't stress.
    If you lived your life
    Wild-n-free,
    Then it's been a success.

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  9. 49. Live In The Now

    This is a lesson I learned about not living in the past nor being kept in bondage to regrets about yesterday's mistakes.

    Encouragement To Live In The Moment

    Look not back on yesterday
    or what you have left behind.
    For only today is yours to claim,
    and this moment only is your time.

    Fret not on what has been
    or on what has passed you by.
    Yesterday is far behind you.
    You can't change it if you try.

    New opportunities await you.
    They come with each new day,
    so look ahead with faith and hope,
    and blessings will come your way.

    Keep faith alive in your heart.
    Live full and live well each day.
    Do all the good for all you can
    to all those who pass your way.

    Yesterday is out of your reach
    and tomorrow is not yours to claim.
    Only this moment belongs to you.
    So use it wisely, in Jesus' name.

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  10. 50. Life Doesn't Frighten Me

    Maya Angelou, an inspirational American poet, crafted a poem from a child’s perspective about all the frightening things in her world. Although this poem showcases many things that frighten a child, the greater theme in this poem is that no matter the obstacles we face in life, we can overcome them. The repetition of “life doesn’t frighten me at all” reinforces that theme.

    Shadows on the wall
    Noises down the hall
    Life doesn't frighten me at all

    Bad dogs barking loud
    Big ghosts in a cloud
    Life doesn't frighten me at all

    Mean old Mother Goose
    Lions on the loose
    They don't frighten me at all

    Dragons breathing flame
    On my counterpane
    That doesn't frighten me at all.

    I go boo
    Make them shoo
    I make fun
    Way they run
    I won't cry
    So they fly
    I just smile
    They go wild

    Life doesn't frighten me at all.

    Tough guys fight
    All alone at night
    Life doesn't frighten me at all.

    Panthers in the park
    Strangers in the dark
    No, they don't frighten me at all.

    That new classroom where
    Boys all pull my hair
    (Kissy little girls
    With their hair in curls)
    They don't frighten me at all.

    Don't show me frogs and snakes
    And listen for my scream,
    If I'm afraid at all
    It's only in my dreams.

    I've got a magic charm
    That I keep up my sleeve
    I can walk the ocean floor
    And never have to breathe.

    Life doesn't frighten me at all
    Not at all
    Not at all.

    Life doesn't frighten me at all.

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  11. 51. Stalwart

    We all have our share of struggles in life. I have mine and penned this, thinking over them.

    A Note To Life's Struggles

    Vagaries of this life can be
    Tough and hard to fathom,
    And yet have they conquered me?
    Look how far I've come.

    As I climb up its hill,
    Slopes and jagged edges and all,
    There are times I slip but still
    At no time did I fall.

    As I tread along its way
    Sometimes I run into bends,
    Stumbling blocks on some days
    But never into dead ends.

    As I sprint down its lane,
    Hurdles seem to abound,
    Yet the tripping now and again
    Still can't bring me down.

    Whims of life that lie in wait
    Though I may not have a clue,
    Firm is my will, strong is my faith.
    My God will see me through.

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  12. 52. My Personal Quest

    It's about our search for peace, our search for ourselves and finally learning where the answers lie.

    Searching To Find Ourselves

    For most of my life, I've been on a quest
    To discover just who I might be,
    Earnestly searching, day after day,
    So desperate to recognize me.

    I've felt moments of utter fulfillment
    And moments I couldn't go on,
    But I knew for the sake of my heart and my soul,
    To succeed, I would have to be strong.

    But the people around me seemed so lost themselves
    That I feared I might be on my own.
    But then there'd be someone who would reach out and help
    And remind me I wasn't alone.

    I've wanted so much to be happy,
    To know what it was to feel peace,
    And I thought if I finally felt sure of myself,
    Then the pain and the struggles would cease.

    But I've learned that this journey is endless;
    The discoveries are fresh every day,
    And no matter how much I might know of myself,
    They'll be times I will still lose my way.

    And as I've grown older, I truly believe
    I may never know all I can be.
    But the answers are not waiting out in the world
    But have always laid right inside me.

    We're all on this quest to discover ourselves,
    Together but through our own ways,
    Overcoming whatever might get in our paths,
    So we can feel better someday.

    But always remember not to stray far
    From what matters and what's really true.
    In this life you don't have to be perfect.
    In the end, you just have to be you.

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  13. 53. For Manchester

    A reflection of the tragic events that took place in Manchester. Such sad times.

    Poem About Uniting Together Against Terrorism

    We can't but feel utter shock,
    and we're emotionally drained.
    Yet deep within our sadness,
    some unity is gained.

    Wherever we may come from,
    and no matter our belief,
    we stand tall as a nation.
    We are united in our grief.

    They were parents with young children.
    They were adults and just a teen.
    They were an uncle, aunt, and cousin,
    and all the family in between.

    So in regards to reason,
    we can search and take a look...
    No religion condones murder.
    It's not in any holy book!

    Our loved ones may have fallen
    due to the extremity of sin.
    But our strength will not be broken,
    and TERROR will never win!

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  14. 54. If You Believe

    This was inspired by an experience I had in school years ago. A long story, but I emerged with an uplifting lesson I often share with students: Faith in God with diligence - against all odds - works wonders.

    Striving On With Persistence

    When your mind is set
    On a splendid thing you want to do,
    There are some who will shrug,
    Like you don't have a clue.

    When you proceed,
    Some will say it can't be done
    And that there is really no need
    For you to take it on.

    And halfway through,
    Some may deem your progress small,
    Or others will ask if what you're doing
    Is even worthwhile at all.

    But when you succeed,
    Then with flattering tongue,
    The same folks will say they knew
    That you'd do it all along.

    Now, folks may mean well
    When they say it can't be done,
    But then who is to lose
    If they are actually wrong?

    But if you take note of why
    Some doubt your point of view
    And stick close to those
    Who see the strength in you,

    If you put your faith in God,
    No matter how tough it may seem,
    If you work hard, if you believe,
    You will achieve your dream.

    For what others think,
    Whether or not you're strong or smart,
    Sometimes, doesn't really count
    As what you believe in your heart.

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  15. 55. Note To Self

    A short inspirational reminder to flow with changes.

    Metaphor For Dealing With Change

    Be like the willow that bends,
    shade that it sends,
    peace that it lends.

    During the breeze
    its leaves will appease
    and shift with ease.

    Enduring, alluring, maturing.
    Be like the willow that bends.

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  16. 56. Unique

    The pressure to conform in our society is high, and it only drains people of their peace and strength. I've found true happiness in loving myself the way I am. (I do not bother about what people say as long as my Christian values are satisfied.) Do you dare to be different? This poem is for you.

    Poem About Resisting Conformity

    Because I know who I am,
    I'm at ease and free.
    I can't be like others,
    And they can't be me.

    I've got fading scars,
    An unusual physique,
    But it all works together
    To make me unique.

    I've got hidden strengths,
    Some obvious flaws.
    Still I am who I am,
    For better, for worse.

    I don't have to blend in;
    I won't live a lie.
    I can't please everyone;
    I won't even try.

    Some call me proud;
    Others stare at me in alarm.
    But I'm not one to bother,
    Because I know who I am.

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  17. 57. Start Fresh

    • By Ruchi Katendra
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2017

    This is my story. For the first time in a very long time I've had an opportunity to start fresh, so I want to convey my feelings through this poem. This poem is about forgetting the bad things that happened to you and starting fresh.

    Forgetting The Past And Starting Over

    I wanna start fresh...

    and forget this place, the wicked world I live in,
    but not forget how glorious and essential it was to me.

    Forget the memories that make me weak and sad,
    but not forget the memories that are an anchor to my strength.

    Forget the people who caused me pain,
    but not forget those who were with me in heavy rain.

    Forget my past, mistakes, and regrets,
    but not forget the lessons I learned from them.

    Forget the days when I cried silently, not aloud,
    but not forget the same days that make me strong.

    Forget the old me, find myself and explore,
    and emerge and shine as never before.

    This is why
    I wanna start fresh.

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  18. 58. What Matters Most

    • By Louis
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2017

    I wrote this poem while I was in jail. I missed a lot of things while I was gone, and the one thing that I missed that really gets to me is my daughter's graduation. I've done a lot of soul searching and looking for answers, and what I've come up with is that there is nothing more precious than time. You can't turn it back and you can't start over. I have a lot of guilt, but life is a learning experience, right? So I'm going to turn this into a positive thing.

    Graduation Poem To Daughter

    Embrace who you are,
    And love like a fool.
    Try not to judge,
    And never be cruel.
    Hold your head high,
    And never look back,
    Give all you can,
    And never hold back.
    Laugh like a clown,
    And cry like the rain.
    Remember with the price of peace
    There sometimes comes pain.
    Always care for your family
    Because too soon they're gone.
    Forgive and forget,
    And try to live on.
    Face all your fears,
    And try to be brave.
    If you remember love is the answer,
    Then you'll always be saved.
    Don't compare yourself to others,
    Or you'll always be vain.
    Remember you're one of God's flowers,
    And none of them plain.
    You're the light in my life
    And the love in my heart.
    I knew you were special from the very first start.
    When I first held you close,
    And I whispered your name,
    I knew that my life would never be the same.
    I love you, my girl,
    From the very first day,
    And a team of wild horses couldn't drag me away,
    So remember these words on your special day,
    And daddy's girl you'll always stay.

    Graduation Poem To Daughter, What Matters Most

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  19. 59. I Am Every Woman

    • By Rakhi Nariani
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2017

    I am a single parent who has brought up her daughter, giving her the love of both a father and a mother. I believe a woman has immense strength and power from within. This poem has come from the deepest core of my heart, which speaks for the hearts of all women worldwide. It is a poem that brings to light a woman's power.

    The Power Of A Woman

    A woman is beauty innate,
    A symbol of power and strength.
    She puts her life at stake.
    She's real, she's not fake!

    The summer of life she's ready to see in spring.
    She says, "Spring will come again, my dear.
    Let me care for the ones who're near."
    She's The Woman - she has no fear!

    Strong is she in her faith and beliefs.
    "Persistence is the key to everything," says she.
    Despite the sighs and groans and moans,
    She's strong in her faith, firm in her belief!

    She's a lioness; don't mess with her.
    She'll not spare you if you're a prankster.
    Don't ever try to saw her pride, her self-respect.
    She knows how to thaw you, saw you - so beware!

    She's today's woman. Today's woman, dear.
    Love her, respect her, keep her near...

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  20. 60. In The New Year

    • By Trupti Paliwal
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2017

    I wrote it on January 1, 2017, when I was sitting alone in my house. I have so many friends online, but no one is free to talk.

    Live A Better Life

    In this new year,
    Let's talk more, chat less.
    Let's call more, text less.
    Let's meet more, Skype less.
    Let's travel more, collect less.
    Let's care more, ignore less.
    Let's do more, gossip less.
    Let's praise more, blame less.
    Let's share more, accumulate less.
    Let's experience more, fear less.
    Let's love more, hate less.

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