Worth A Million Words
the burden of
potential lifted
worth a million words
in and of itself
inspiration spurs
me onward
searching for
the magic in
each chosen word
poem by Faith Elizabeth Brigham
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
In Search Of Inspiration
searching the world for inspiration
searching books, music and nature too
a lot of effort gone into it, a lot of concentration
inspiration i think is hard to find
in the songs of birds, in the whistle of the wind
i search for inspiration, even a tiny little bit
when a baby laughed or when a woman grinned
i searched folr inspiration, guess it's harder to find
in the words of shelly, keats and shakespeare too
inspiration i searched and searched, no use
in 'gone with the wind'and 'the sound of music'
movies i searched for a bit of inspiration
'
without inspiration, what do i write
i wanna fill the pages with the poem that's right
i need to write a poem, i need inspiration
i wanna write a poem. wait a minute! ! , i just did! ! !
note: i never write poems for the sake of writing.......it comes from the heart......in reality...i dont need to search for inspiration much.....it comes when it needs to... :)
Copyright © 2009 by Sneha Murali
poem by Sneha Murali
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Write Erase Write Erase
this is what happens to this poem
when you have nothing to write
tonight....write, erase, write, erase
you are waiting
for an inspiration that does not come
you keep on waiting and then something comes
you write it, you think about it, you read it and you find nothing
worth the letter you assign to it
then you erase it and you are honest enough to admit that there is nothing
beautiful
not even a purpose, and then you write the word again, you ponder, there is
nothing worth its existence
there is nothing to grow in that word chosen
you erase it again, you write it and then there is this space of thinking,
what is it? you ask. what is it really?
it is this denial.
this negation of
what you are
that keeps you writing.
you stand by the window. Look out
the road. You see a dog, and it is howling again
to the moon
and to the wrong tree
it is barking.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Inspiration..
Inspiration comes and goes.
I write it down or I’ll forget while searching for a pen.
Inspiration comes and goes.
I get is from dreams or experiences.
Inspiration comes and goes.
But tell me, what inspires you.
I’m inspired by beauty, love and lust.
Giving me words and thought I dare to trust.
It’s inspiration that separates me from the rest.
‘Cause when inspiration comes words fall into place.
And things are beginning to make sense.
Sometimes I’m inspired by sorrow.
When I’m waiting in my bed for tomorrow.
And words start to become sentences.
I will start to write just to understand.
And to make me feel better so I can go to bed again.
Sometimes I write because of a pain that runs so deep.
I write cryptic lyrics about the secrets I keep.
I express them in other words so no one will understand.
But they feel not knowing what I’m trying to tell.
It’s a just way to clear my conscience.
Sometimes I write how the world could be.
Or I write about the girl of my fantasy.
Then I’m inspired by a fragment of my imagination.
And now I told a few ways where I get my inspiration.
So now tell me what inspires you.
poem by Rick Adriolo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Verbal Tapestry
Such tapestries of magic wrought
by masters of their chosen art;
whose measured worth cannot be bought.
Within this place wizardry's taught
and each magician plays a part
in tapestries of magic wrought.
A diverse and bewitching lot,
some sassy, saucy, suave and smart;
whose measured worth cannot be bought.
Across the zones of time and thought
they serve poetic a-la-carte.
with tapestries of magic wrought.
With grace a moment can be caught
by artists of the quill and heart,
whose measured worth cannot be bought.
And with fresh, enchanting thought
this simple wizard makes a start
at tapestries of magic wrought.
whose measured worth cannot be bought.
poem by John Roche
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Her love is my inspiration
Her love is my inspiration
Love is the inspiration for my heart to sing a tune,
love is the inspiration for my ear to hear,
love is the inspiration for my soul to warm,
love is the inspiration for my mouth to smile,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to glisten.
Love is the inspiration to draw my soul near another
love is the inspiration for my mouth to utter sweet words,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to gaze upon her,
love is the inspiration for my heart to speak out.
Love is the inspiration for need, love is the inspiration for my mouth to touch hers,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to close,
love is the inspiration for my heart to race,
love is the inspiration for my tears to burn.
Love is the inspiration for longing,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to see only her,
love is the inspiration for my heart to cry out,
love is the inspiration for my ear to hear her whispers,
love is the inspiration for my soul to join hers forever.
Love is the inspiration for forever,
love is the inspiration for my heart to be whole,
love is the inspiration for my ear to always hear those words,
love is the inspiration for my soul to have hers,
love is the inpiration for my mouth to speak the truth.
Love is the inspiration for my soul to seek life
love is the inspirationfor my ear to hear her words,
love is the inspiration for my soul to reach for her,
love is the inspiration for my mouth to speak her truths,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to always look upon her first,
For she is the inspiration for my Love.
Nathaniel Cole Buddington
poem by Nathan Buddington
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Value Of Words
Words what value words
when spoken in haste
what is their worth
words spat in spite
or an envious game
false words meaningless
what value words
a trusting word
honest and open speaks
volumes when listen to
without agenda given
with care and thought
placed into its being
what becomes its worth
words in variety
of context and meaning
fill blank spaces
where sometimes silence
is a more welcome sound
where nothing is better said
words have a value
consider their worth
poem by Matthew Holloway
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Magic Word
with one little magic word
he tried to steal my heart
not sure of the purpose or why
but he had a plan with a chart
and one little magic word
with a devious look in his eye
but i am way to smart for him
i have words and numbers
with a little magic spell
and even paint beautiful colours
oh and i can keep a secret
if you wish to tell
poem by Rachel Nichols
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
What’s My Worth?
I ask which one is worth more?
To be amongst a crowd of thousands or my solitude?
Power over others or my personal freedom?
A little while alone in my room is of more
value than anything given to me
What’s my worth?
My worth is not a million dollars
My worth is a million moments
poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Greatness is more than potential. It is the execution of that potential. Beyond the raw talent. You need the appropriate training. You need the discipline. You need the inspiration. You need the drive.
Eric A. Burns in Gossamer Commons
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Magic Is In You
Magic is in your skin I want to be in
Magic is in your eyes for you the perfect size
Magic is in everything you wear down you your underwear’s
Magic is in your touch I want you so much
Magic is in your voice that makes me loose all choice
Magic is in your look for you have me open like a book
Magic is in your lips right down to you hips
Magic is in your kiss that I do miss
Magic is in the air when you are there
Magic is in your hair for you do care
Magic is in your being for you are worth seeing
Magic is in your nose right down to your toes
Magic is in your quirkiness for you are happiness
Magic is in your walk and the way you talk
Magic is in your style and that beautiful profile
Magic is in your laughter for I’ll stay ever after
Magic is in your cheek for you make me weak
Magic is in your arms that hold me tight makes me feel all right
Magic is in your face so sweet you’re good enough to eat
Magic is in your smile for you I’d walk more than a mile
Magic is in your arms to hold that chases away the cold
Magic is in your kindness for you have taken away my sadness
Magic is in your romance for you have given me a second chance
Magic is in your bosom felt I melt
Magic is in everything you say that makes my day
Magic is in everything and everywhere because you are there
Magic is in everything for the joy you bring
Magic is in everything come what may for in your life I’ll stay
Magic is in everything for sure for you are the one I adore
Magic is in everything you do for I love you
poem by Wilfred Mellers
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
i
.
i
am
for
ever
going
onward;
eternal
wanderer,
searching
identity.
however,
onward
leads
only
(you)
to
(i)
.
poem by Pete O'Hare
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Word
Find the word, understand the word,
Depend on the word;
The word is heaven and space, the word the earth,
The word the universe.
The word is in our ears, the word is on our tongues,
The word the idol.
The word is the holy book, the word is harmony,
The word is music.
The word is magic, the word the Guru.
The word is the body, the word is the spirit, the word is being,
The word Not-being.
The word is man, the word is woman,
The Worshipped Great.
The word is the seen and unseen, the word is the existent
And the non-existent.
Know the word, says Kabir,
The word is All-powerful.
A Prayer For The Ages
How does one pray and know they are heard?
Should they do it with thought or do it with word?
Through the ages humans have prayed
for divine intervention
placing the burden on God,
For divine inspiration
wherever they've trod,
For peaceful intention
to be sent from above,
For lessening of tension
to be replaced with love,
For all of God's attention
to the plight of man's woes,
For less apprehension
wherever he goes.
And all of these thoughts or words they convey
are expectant and hopeful that in some way
they'll be answered by God and not by man.
But man is a partner in all of these prayers.
He must understand that everyone shares
in the responsibility that God expects.
For thoughts and words are the disconnects
that make us depend on God.
poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Searching for inspiration
I want to write the perfect poem
Or novel, tale or anthem
Don’t know where to start
Nor how to go about that
So I asked a wise man and he said
‘Don’t start writing till you get inspired’
I looked around for inspiration
In wine, woman and song
All three together is heady
And I went to sleep unsteady
I woke up with a splitting headache
And inspiration was far away
Then I went to my wise friend
He said ‘it’s not the end.’
‘Keep looking for inspiration
You’ll find aplenty in nature’
So I went searching to the mountains
And valleys, lakes and ocean
Till I got tired of searching
And went to sleep deadbeat
Somehow I couldn’t find inspiration
In all my journeys and travails
My wise friend saw my despair
And told me not to worry
“Listen to the sound of traffic
Inhale some putrid air”
“Listen to the hum of mosquitoes
And take in the city smells”
“When you’re back in your natural habitat
Inspiration will find you there”
Once Again I Write...
This pen, this paper is once again my savior.
I write to save my sanity.
I write to ease my heart.
I write to cleanse my soul.
I write to feel alive.
I write to keep my mind strong and my thoughts clear.
I write my words of sorrow, despair, pain, and love, as well as words of wisdom.
I write so that one day someone will truly know me.
This paper, this pen is once again my inspiration.
It is the inspiration to what I see.
It is the inspiration to what I hear.
It is the inspiration to what I feel.
It is the inspiration to the art I create.
It is the inspiration to what I draw.
It is the inspiration to the love for my daughter.
It is the inspiration to the love for my husband.
This pen, this paper is once again my savior.
Once again I write to say thank you my timeless friends.
Thank you for saving me time and time again.
poem by Sara Jo Andrews
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
An Ode To Inspiration
Up above, Tchaikovsky's fluting notes are dancing,
And the empty paper waits for the first verse to be born.
While the screaming wind beats against the old window,
My thoughts are endlessly straying,
Looking for lost inspiration,
And they stray the ravines of my mind,
Like lost children searching for their dear mother,
Lost inspiration.
The heart is painfully echoing in a mute chest,
And the paper still waits for its dear tennants,
And it is as if the angry wind knows it too,
The wind that shakes the old window blinds
That painfully creak
Like the bones of an old dying man.
If I could,
I would sprinkle all roads with stars,
I would gild each stone with the rays of the sun,
If only inspiration could find its way to my home.
But how could I possibly greet it royally
In a room full of moisture, draft and smoke,
And the deafening echo of poverty,
As inspiration is royal by birth, after all.
There is grave silence down there,
And a magic harmony up there,
It is Tchaikovsky dispersing his magic notes
Down into my dark home,
As if he wants to provide a royal welcome for inspiration.
That blue shadow is watching me now,
As if saying:
'Inspiration is of royal birth,
You will find it in the dark, below a stone,
In the company of the darkest shadow,
At the very heart of loneliness;
You don't have to take the stars down from the sky for it,
Or bait it with gold
So it would find its home.
Giving in to your heart is enough, brother,
And inspiration shall find its home! ...'
poem by Walter William Safar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Master Shakespeare
Quill in hand I see him so
A vision of him I there see
Word by word he writes on
No other can replace he
Master Shakespeare
A poet of Devine perfection
He writes and writes along
What an excellent inspiration
His words will continue on
Master Shakespeare
Magic in your very hand
No other takes your place
You I admire with my life
So full of love and grace
Master Shakespeare
poem by Suelynn Walters
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sweet Mama
By billy joe shaver
Sweet mama, lay your burden down,
Sweet mama, lay your burden down,
Just let me tell you bout some truth in life Ive found,
Sweet mama, lord. set yourself right down.
Lord, pride, it aint worth a us dime, lord no,
Well pride, it aint worth a poor mans time
And its misery to be so jealous all the time
Sweet mama, lord, be kind to your mind.
Sweet mama, lay your burden down,
Oh sweet mama, lord lay them trophies down,
You know it aint no good to be givin me that same old run-around,
Cause sweet mama, lay your burden down.
Sweet mama, lord, youre so feelin fine
And I know that you think this is just a line,
But I only put these words into this little song,
To try, lord, and help us get along.
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Let No Colours Run
A poem for Skylar Kendall
young fresh poet radiant
light of future potential
shines through fine words
of your vision expanding
do not be afraid to rework
your vision in a moment
of sudden inspired inspiration
do not force rush your art
observe first two painted stanzas
are applied exceptionally strong
this attests your gift brush strokes
unique insight your own mind song
be patient mix relax words thoughts
will come control let no colours run
your gift is etched in eye imagery lines
real sketch your future potential radiant
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Love is the inspiration
Love is the inspiration for the heart to sing a tune,
For the ear to hear,
For the soul to warm,
For the mouth to smile,
For the eyes to glisten.
Love is the inspiration for want,
For the soul to draw near another,
For the mouth to utter sweet words,
For the eyes to gaze upon,
For the heart to speak out.
Love is the inspiration for need,
For the mouth to touch,
For the eyes to close,
For the heart to race,
For the ear to burn.
Love is the inspiration for longing,
For the eyes to see only the one,
For the heart to cry out,
For the ear to hear whispers,
For the soul to join another forever.
Love is the inspiration for forever,
For the heart to be whole,
For the ear to always hear those words,
For the soul to have another,
For the mouth to speak the truth.
Love is the inspiration for the heart to seek God,
For the ear to hear his word,
For the soul to reach for him,
For the mouth to speak his truth,
For the eyes to always look upon him first,
For God is the inspiration for Love.
poem by Rabecca Welch
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!