Inspirational and Motivational Poems

by Stephen on May 23, 2012 · 58 comments

in Poems

Inspirational and motivational poems for poems lovers. Enjoy!!!

Choose To Be Happy
By Marlene Rose

Choose to be happy,
Choose to feel great,
Choose not to let things make you irate.

I know that some people are not feeling great,
And I know that some people just know how to hate.
And I wish that all people could be healthy and strong,
And I wish that all people would just get along.

If wands could be waved,  and the world would be cured,
I’d wave that big wand, you can be assured.
But I’ll do what I can every day I am here,
And try to remember “the good,” year to year.

And I choose to be happy,
And I choose to feel great,
And I choose not to let things make me irate!


By Wallace McCrae

“What does Reincarnation mean?”
A cowpoke asked his friend.
His pal replied, “It happens when
Yer life has reached its end.
They comb yer hair, and warsh yer neck,
And clean yer fingernails,
And lay you in a padded box
Away from life’s travails.”

“The box and you goes in a hole,
That’s been dug into the ground.
Reincarnation starts in when
Yore planted ‘neath a mound.
Them clods melt down, just like yer box,
And you who is inside.
And then yore just beginnin’ on
Yer transformation ride.”

“In a while, the grass’ll grow
Upon yer rendered mound.
Till some day on yer moldered grave
A lonely flower is found.
And say a hoss should wander by
And graze upon this flower
That once wuz you, but now’s become
Yer vegetative bower.”

“The posy that the hoss done ate
Up, with his other feed,
Makes bone, and fat, and muscle
Essential to the steed,
But some is left that he can’t use
And so it passes through,
And finally lays upon the ground
This thing, that once wuz you.”

“Then say, by chance, I wanders by
And sees this upon the ground,
And I ponders, and I wonders at,
This object that I found.
I thinks of reincarnation,
Of life and death, and such,
And come away concludin’: ‘Slim,
You ain’t changed, all that much.'”


Life Is
By Mother Teresa

Life is an opportunity; benefit from it.
Life is a beauty; admire it.
Life is a dream; realize it.
Life is a challenge; meet it.
Life is a duty; complete it.
Life is a game; play it.
Life is a promise; fulfill it.
Life is sorrow; overcome it.
Life is a song; sing it.
Life is a struggle; accept it.
Life is a tragedy; confront it.
Life is an adventure; dare it.
Life is luck; make it.
Life is life; fight for it!


The Handwriting On The Wall

A weary mother returned from the store,
Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her 8 year old son,
Anxious to relate what his younger brother had done.

“While I was out playing and Dad was on a call,
T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall!
It’s on the new paper you just hung in the den.
I told him you’d be mad at having to do it again.”

She let out a moan and furrowed her brow,
“Where is your little brother right now?”
She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride,
She marched to his closet where he had gone to hide.

She called his full name as she entered his room.
He trembled with fear–he knew that meant doom!
For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved
About the expensive wallpaper and how she had saved.

Lamenting all the work it would take to repair,
She condemned his actions and total lack of care.
The more she scolded, the madder she got,
Then stomped from his room, totally distraught!

She headed for the den to confirm her fears.
When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears.
The message she read pierced her soul with a dart.
It said, “I love Mommy”, surrounded by a heart.

Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it,
With an empty picture frame hung to surround it.
A reminder to her, and indeed to all,
Take time to read the handwriting on the wall.


As the Day Goes
by Jennifer Johnson

Choices and wrong turns are made,
as the day goes and the sun fades.
People are loved and hearts are broken,
as the day goes and words are spoken.
Smiles and frowns are shown on faces,
as the day goes and children play in open spaces.
Happiness and sadness are felt by all,
as the day goes and night falls.
Tears of joy and tears of pain are shed,
as the day goes and all are in bed.


Don’t Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will;
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill;
When the funds are low, and the debts are high;
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh;
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you can never tell how close you are;
It may be near when it seems afar.
So, stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
It’s when things go wrong that you mustn’t quit.


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1 Deepak May 25, 2012 at 4:58 am

Laudably poems….each having a unique & a brilliant thought!!!

2 Sanna May 26, 2012 at 12:53 pm

Don’t quit. . . . One of the motivating . . It gets me feeling of fighting our sorrows and troubles all the time.

3 lamia May 31, 2012 at 4:54 am

Life is life, fight for it…
beautiful poems, thanks a lot for sharing.

4 JERUSHA June 1, 2012 at 4:34 am

roses are red,
tulips are blue,
honeys are sweet
and so are u my mom! 🙂

5 Monia Neeraj September 28, 2012 at 5:16 am

Mind blowing………heart touching… keep it up.

6 KIARA October 2, 2012 at 10:41 am

Live ur life as never lived by anyone
Smile every second that people may get confused whether to smile or laugh
Speak something so sweet that people mst need to have medicine
Be calm as the cool river which says nothing but so much
Which being so simple and quiet attracts everyone
Stays so free and mast that people may say is everything right?
Stand on the platform of courage so bravely that everyone must comment “what a man or women”
Come out of the cage
Come out on the road of life
Let there be happiness & glitterings surround you
Let there be a life lived by u<3

7 sasha November 18, 2012 at 11:38 am

The beauty and the Beast!

The cat like creature marches,
burning bright as he said!
A stride and another….
And a look to the right and a look to the left…
There the majesty ambles,
And I… walking behind…with an urge to
Click. And a capture!
Beauty, burning bright!!
Am thinking….
Here! A raggedy stick yells at me!
There the march stops and a sudden look back!
Oh! Yes! Still burning bright!
it is the beast this time!!

8 Stephen November 28, 2012 at 12:13 pm

And A Meadowlark Sang
By Ravindra Kumar Karnani

“The child whispered, ‘God, speak to me’
And a meadow lark sang.
The child did not hear.

So the child yelled, ‘God, speak to me!’
And the thunder rolled across the sky
But the child did not listen.

The child looked around and said,
‘God let me see you’ and a star shone brightly
But the child did not notice.

And the child shouted,
‘God show me a miracle!’
And a life was born but the child did not know.

So the child cried out in despair,
‘Touch me God, and let me know you are here!’
Whereupon God reached down
And touched the child.

But the child brushed the butterfly away
And walked away unknowingly.”

9 Stephen November 28, 2012 at 12:40 pm

Steps To Happiness
Author Unknown

Everybody Knows:
You can’t be all things to all people.
You can’t do all things at once.
You can’t do all things equally well.
You can’t do all things better than everyone else.
Your humanity is showing just like everyone else’s.

You have to find out who you are, and be that.
You have to decide what comes first, and do that.
You have to discover your strengths, and use them.
You have to learn not to compete with others,
Because no one else is in the contest of *being you*.

You will have learned to accept your own uniqueness.
You will have learned to set priorities and make decisions.
You will have learned to live with your limitations.
You will have learned to give yourself the respect that is due.
And you’ll be a most vital mortal.

Dare To Believe:
That you are a wonderful, unique person.
That you are a once-in-all-history event.
That it’s more than a right, it’s your duty, to be who you are.
That life is not a problem to solve, but a gift to cherish.
And you’ll be able to stay one up on what used to get you down.

10 Stephen November 28, 2012 at 12:49 pm

The Greatest Little Boy
By Don Schlitz

The greatest little boy, in a baseball hat,
stands in the field, with his ball and bat.
Says “I am the greatest player of them all!”
He puts his bat on his shoulder,
and he tosses up his ball.

And the ball goes up, and the ball comes down,
and he swings his bat all the way around.
The world’s so still you can hear the sound,
as the baseball falls, to the ground.

Now the little boy doesn’t say a word…
Picks up his ball. He is undeterred.
Says, “I am the greatest there has ever been!”
And he grits his teeth. And he tries it again.

And the ball goes up, and the ball comes down,
and he swings his bat all the way around.
And the world’s so still you can hear the sound,
as the baseball falls, to the ground.

He makes no excuses; he shows no fear
He just closes his eyes, and listens to the cheers.

Now the little boy, he adjusts his hat.
Picks up his ball. Stares at his bat.
Says “I am the greatest, and the game is on the line!”
So he gives his all, one last time.

And the ball goes up, like the moon so bright,
swings his bat, with all his might.
And the world’s as still as still can be,
and the baseball falls; and that’s strike 3.

Now it’s supper time, and his momma calls.
Little boy starts home, with his bat and ball.
Says, “I am the greatest, that is a fact…
but even I didn’t know, I could pitch like that!”

11 Stephen November 28, 2012 at 12:53 pm

What Do Angels Look Like?
By Veronica M. Hay

Like the little old lady who returned your wallet yesterday.

Like the taxi driver who told you that
your eyes light up the world, when you smile.

Like the small child who showed you
the wonder in simple things.

Like the poor man who offered
to share his lunch with you.

Like the rich man who showed you it
really is all possible, if only you believe.

Like the stranger who just happened to come along,
when you had lost your way.

Like the friend who touched your heart,
when you didn’t think you had one left to touch.

Angels come in all sizes and shapes,
All ages and skin types.

Some with freckles, some with dimples,
some with wrinkles, some without.

They come disguised as friends, enemies,
teachers, students, lovers and fools.

They don’t take life too seriously,
They travel light.

They leave no forwarding address,
They ask for nothing in return.

They wear sneakers with gossamer wings,
They get a deal on dry cleaning.

They are hard to find when your eyes are closed, But
They are everywhere you look when you choose to see.

12 Stephen November 28, 2012 at 3:04 pm

I Am Powerful!
Author Unknown

I am very powerful!
Whatever I set my mind on having, I will have.
Whatever I decide to be, I will be.
The evidence is all around me.
The power of my will has brought me precisely to where I am right now.
I have made the choices. I have held the thoughts.
I have taken the actions to create my current reality.
And I have the power to change it into whatever I want it to be.
With the choices I make, I am constantly fulfilling the vision I have for my life.
If that does not seem to be the case —
then I am deceiving myself about what I really want.
Because what I really, truly want, I will get!
What I truly wanted in the past, I already have.
If I want to build a billion-dollar business, I will take the actions necessary to do it.
If I want to sit comfortably watching TV night after night —
I will take the actions necessary for that.
Don’t be disappointed in my results —
they’re just the outward manifestation of my priorities.
I will be sure of what I truly want,
because I am sure to get it!

13 Stephen November 28, 2012 at 3:21 pm

Two Days We Should Not Worry
Author Unknown

There are two days in every week about which we should not worry, two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension.

One of these days is Yesterday with all its mistakes and cares,
its faults and blunders, its aches and pains.

Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control.
All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday.

We cannot undo a single act we performed;
we cannot erase a single word we said.
Yesterday is gone forever.

The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow
with all its possible adversities, its burdens,
its large promise and its poor performance;
Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control.

Tomorrow’s sun will rise,
either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds, but it will rise.
Until it does, we have no stake in Tomorrow,
for it is yet to be born.

This leaves only one day, Today.
Any person can fight the battle of just one day.
It is when you and I add the burdens of those two awful eternities Yesterday and Tomorrow that we break down.

It is not the experience of Today that drives a person mad,
it is the remorse or bitterness of something which happened Yesterday and the dread of what Tomorrow may bring.

Let us, therefore, Live but one day at a time.

14 Praveena Dubey December 30, 2012 at 3:39 am

Very nice and beautiful poems for inspiring the students.

15 Simar uppal January 23, 2013 at 11:21 am

Realy these poems are very interesting with heart touching wordings n very inspiring.

16 Stephen January 24, 2013 at 4:19 pm

Red Roses

Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, “Be my Valentine”, like all the years before.

Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
“I love you even more this year, than last year on this day.
My love for you will always grow, with every passing year.”
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.

She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours, in her husband’s favorite chair.
While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.

A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door.

She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.
The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?

“I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,”
The owner said, “I knew you’d call, and you would want to know.
The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance.
Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance.

There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance, you’ll get them every year.
There also is another thing, that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card…he did this years ago.

Then, should ever I find out that he’s no longer here,
That’s the card…that should be sent, to you the following year.”
She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.

Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote…
“Hello my love, I know it’s been a year since I’ve been gone,
I hope it hasn’t been too hard for you to overcome.

I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife.

You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
I know it’s only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.

When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,
That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still.

Please…try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,
When your door’s not answered, when the florist stops to knock.

He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place, where I’ve instructed him,
And place the roses where we are, together once again.

17 Precious March 13, 2013 at 2:54 am

I find these poems inspirational, they helped me to go each and every day with a smile.

18 Agnes March 24, 2013 at 1:40 pm

Nice poems. I like them very much.

19 Stephen March 29, 2013 at 8:11 am

Just One
By unknown

One song can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring.

One smile begins a friendship,
One handclasp lifts a soul.
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal

One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.

One step must start each journey.
One word must start each prayer.
One hope will raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care.

One voice can speak with wisdom,
One heart can know what’s true,

One life can make a difference,
You see, it’s up to you!

20 Stephen March 29, 2013 at 8:12 am

The Vow
By Malcolm O. Varner

No matter how deep the sadness or wide the pain,
I vow to live for a brighter day will come again.

No matter how many mistakes I’ve made in the past,
I vow to live and in the future avoid them, surefooted and fast.

No matter how many tragedies beyond my control take place,
I vow to live and stay my course within this race.

No matter how poor or rich I may ever be,
I vow to live and aspire to search for the dignity in simplicity.

No matter how much a lover may pierce the inner core of my heart,
I vow to live for like spring I’ll get a new start.

No matter how isolated and alone I may feel,
I vow to live and do something for someone else to heal.

No matter how hopeless my situation my appear,
I vow to live and reflect until my viewpoint is clear.

No matter what happens in this life – good or bad
I vow to live, do my best, and just for living – be glad.

21 Stephen April 1, 2013 at 9:40 am

Sweet Memories
By Charlotte Anselmo

In quiet times I often sit
And find my mind adrift
To another place, another time
And oh! My spirits lift!

I see your happy, smiling face,
And that twinkle in your eye.
I hear you sing your favorite song
And I laugh…and then I cry.

Inside my heart Sweet Memories
Stay with me each day
I cherish, and I cling to them
For I miss you in every way.

Each thing I see…
Each thing I do, brings you close to me
For everything upon this earth
Brings Sweet Memories of you.

I imagine our reunion
Some day at heaven’s gate
It fills my heart with happiness…
But for now, I’ll have to wait.

Until my life upon this earth
And my work here is complete
Sweet Memories will keep me
Until at last again we meet.

22 Stanley Equaneal April 9, 2013 at 6:33 pm

Very touching and moving.

23 Jeny Awit April 16, 2013 at 6:19 pm


When I’m down and weary,
I call His name and He rescues me.

When I’m unconscious and wounded,
I call His name and He puts me on tract and heals me.

When I’m disgusted and disturbed,
I call His name and He comforts me.

When I’m problematic and uneasy,
I call His name and I find peace.

When I’m lonely and alone,
I call His name and He’s with me in spirit.

When I’m troubled and feel defeated,
I call His name and He defends and shields me.

When I’m happy and overwhelmed,
I call His name, give thanks and praise Him.

That’s MY LORD GOD, always ON CALL.

24 Debbie Bongiovanni April 23, 2013 at 12:17 pm

Be optimistic in your life,
Believe that things will go your way,
And if you need a little help,
Take some time and pray.

You need to have positive thoughts,
The negative needs to leave,
And if you thing long enough,
You truly will believe.

So you did think good thoughts,
And being optimistic made things right,
And it was all because,
You saw the light.

25 Effah Christopher Anane May 7, 2013 at 10:49 am

That’s good, God be with you.

26 Mercy Limbua June 16, 2013 at 9:37 am

Never quit is an inspiration to my life.

27 Mogatshani Maseli July 19, 2013 at 3:40 am

I am so touched, inspired, motivated and above all overwhelmed by these poems.

28 Sonde Maria July 19, 2013 at 5:46 am

All are awesome.

29 Sukanyaduraisamy August 9, 2013 at 10:06 am

Nice poem Life Is. I liked it most.

30 Khadejah September 22, 2013 at 3:22 pm

I love the life is poem it’s amazing!!!!! 😀

31 Madiphapang October 1, 2013 at 1:58 am

What a wonderful poems life is, yooooo same people know how to bright someone day THANK U!!!

32 Tejasv Kalra November 4, 2013 at 5:09 am

Hi these poems are very useful. Well can I post my poem here, here is the poem – The Giant Toad

I was walking on a straight road
When suddenly in front of me came a giant toad

He charged towards me with full pace
He possessed a large body and an ugly face

I ran and ran and found a hole which was inhabited by a cute mole

The mole ran away on seeing the toad
Leaving not a single soul on the road

The giant toad walked away leaving me surprised and at bay.

Tejasv kalra

33 H H Chanchani January 23, 2014 at 11:50 am

My Mother

Not thinking about it
I’ve copied your style
The way that you walk
The way that you smile

You fashioned my dreams
You painted my hopes
I’ve learned to make knots
At the end of my ropes

We all learn to love,
But not from a friend
I learned your strength
And when I should bend

Mom, you’ve mapped the way
To Heaven above
By teaching me kindness
By teaching me love.

34 H H Chanchani January 23, 2014 at 11:51 am


Your children are not your children,
They are the sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself.

They come through you, but not from you.

And though they are with you,
they do not belong to you.

Who they become has less to do with who you are,
than who they are.

You may give them your love,
but not your thoughts or values.

By your example, you show a way that is yours,
as they search for theirs.

You are the bow from which your children,
as living arrows, are sent forth.

The Archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and he bends you with His might,
His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending, in the Archer’s hand,
be steadfastly true to yourself.

For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so too does
He love the bow that is strong and stable.

35 ROY January 27, 2014 at 9:52 am

Be the Best of Whatever You Are
Douglas Malloch

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!

36 Stephen January 28, 2014 at 12:26 pm

Drink & Drive
Unknown Author

I went to a party Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I drank soda instead.

I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn’t drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I’d get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet..

I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn’t see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
“The other guy is drunk,” Mom,
And now I’m the one who will pay.

I’m lying here dying, Mom….
I wish you’d get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon..

There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I’ll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn’t drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn’t think.

He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank
And I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I’m feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don’t think it’s fair.
I’m lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put “GOOD BOY ” on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I’m becoming very scared.
Please don’t cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you, you were always there.

I have 1 last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn’t drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?

37 H H Chanchani January 28, 2014 at 12:50 pm

Thoughts for Life
Unknown Author

The best cosmetic
for lips is truth
for voice is prayer
for eyes is pity
for hands is charity
for heart is love
and for life is friendship

No one can go back and make a brand new start
Anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending

God didn’t promise days without pain
Laughter without sorrow, sun without rain
But He did promise strength for the day
Comfort for the tears and light for the way

Disappointments are like road bumps,
they slow you down a bit
but you enjoy the smooth road afterwards
Don’t stay on the bumps too long
Move on

When you feel down because you didn’t get what you want
just sit tight and be happy
because God has thought of something better to give you

When something happens to you, good or bad
consider what it means
There’s a purpose to life’s events
to teach you how to laugh more or not to cry too hard

You can’t make someone love you
all you can do is be someone who can be loved
the rest is up to the person to realize your worth

It’s better to lose your pride to the one you love
than to lose the one you love because of pride

We spend too much time looking for the right person to love
or finding fault with those we already love
when instead we should be perfecting the love we give

Never abandon an old friend
You will never find one who can take there place
Friendship is like wine
it gets better as it grows older

When people talk behind your back, what does it mean
Simple! It means that you are two steps ahead of them
So, keep moving ahead in Life.

38 ANDYBARRY March 3, 2014 at 4:45 pm

I enjoyed every poem and mine is on the way. Kudos

39 Stephen March 16, 2014 at 2:52 pm

The Alphabet

Although things are not perfect
Because of trial or pain
Continue in thanksgiving
Do not begin to blame
Even when the times are hard
Fierce winds are bound to blow
God is forever able
Hold on to what you know
Imagine life without His love
Joy would cease to be
Keep thanking Him for all the things
Love imparts to thee
Move out of “Camp Complaining”
No weapon that is known
On earth can yield the power
Praise can do alone
Quit looking at the future
Redeem the time at hand
Start every day with worship
To “thank” is a command
Until we see Him coming
Victorious in the sky
We’ll run the race with gratitude
X alting God most high
Y es, there’ll be good times and yes some will be bad, but…
Z ion waits in glory…where none are ever sad!

40 Stephen March 16, 2014 at 6:36 pm

Eternal Ink (Author Unknown)

I dreamed I was in heaven
Where an angel kept God’s book.
He was writing so intently
I just had to take a look.

It was not, at first, his writing
That made me stop and think
But the fluid in the bottle
That was marked eternal ink.

This ink was most amazing,
Dark black upon his blotter
But as it touched the parchment
It became as clear as water.

The angel kept on writing,
But as quickly as a wink
The words were disappearing
With that strange eternal ink.

The angel took no notice,
But kept on writing on and on.
He turned each page and filled it
Till all its space was gone.

I thought he wrote to no avail,
His efforts were in vain
For he wrote a thousand pages
That he’s never read again.

And as I watched and wondered that
This awesome sight was mine,
I actually saw a word stay black
As it dried upon the line.

The angel wrote and I thought I saw
A look of satisfaction.
At last he had some print to show
For all his earnest action.

A line or two dried dark and stayed
As black as black can be,
But strangely the next paragraph
Became invisible to see.

The book was getting fuller,
The angel’s records true,
But most of it was blank, with
Just a few words coming through.

I knew there was some reason,
But as hard as I could think,
I couldn’t grasp the significance
Of that eternal ink.

The mystery burned within me,
And I finally dared to ask
The angel to explain to me
Of his amazing task.

And what I heard was frightful
As the angel turned his head.
He looked directly at me,
And this is what he said…

I know you stand and wonder
At what my writing’s worth
But God has told me to record
The lives of those on earth.

The book that I am filling
Is an accurate account
Of every word and action
And to what they do amount.

And since you have been watching
I must tell you what is true;
The details of my journal
Are the strict accounts of YOU.

The lord asked me to watch you
As each day you worked and played.
I saw you as you went to church,
I saw you as you prayed.

But I was told to document
Your life through all the week.
I wrote when you were proud and bold,
I wrote when you were meek.

I recorded all your attitudes
Whether they were good or bad.
I was sorry that I had to write
The things that make God sad.

So now I’ll tell the wonder
Of this eternal ink,
For the reason for its mystery
Should make you stop and think.

This ink that God created
To help me keep my journal
Will only keep a record of
Things that are eternal.

So much of life is wasted
On things that matter not
So instead of my erasing,
Smudging ink and ugly blot…

I just keep writing faithfully and
Let the ink do all the rest
For it is able to decide
What’s useless and what’s the best.

And God ordained that as I write
Of all you do and say
Your deeds that count for nothing
Will just disappear away.

When books are opened someday,
As sure as heaven is true;
The Lord’s eternal ink will tell
What mattered most to you.

If you just lived to please yourself
The pages will be bare,
And God will issue no reward
For you when you get there.

In fact, you’ll be embarrassed,
You will hang your head in shame
Because you did not give yourself
In love to Jesus’ name.

Yet maybe there will be a few
Recorded lines that stayed
That showed the times you truly cared,
Sincerely loved and prayed.

But you will always wonder
As you enter heaven’s door
How much more glad you would have been
If only you’d done more.

For I record as God sees,
I don’t stop to even think
Because the truth is written
With God’s eternal ink.

When I heard the angel’s story
I fell down and wept and cried
For as yet I still was dreaming
I hadn’t really died.

And I said: O angel tell the Lord
That soon as I awake
I’ll live my life for Jesus-
I’ll do all for His dear sake.

I’ll give in full surrender;
I’ll do all he wants me to;
I’ll turn my back on self and sin
And whatever isn’t true.

And though the way seems long and rough
I promise to endure.
I’m determined to pursue the things
That are holy, clean and pure.

With Jesus as my helper,
I will win lost souls to Thee,
For I know that they will live
With Christ for all eternity

And that’s what really matters
When my life on earth is gone
That I will stand before the Lord
And hear Him say, well done.

41 Samuel Riches Agbogbo June 20, 2014 at 11:59 am


42 Stebin July 30, 2014 at 9:54 am


43 Arike August 12, 2014 at 8:57 pm

All sorrow
I leave here
Never to be remember
Not as long as this lives

44 Tejas August 23, 2014 at 12:43 am

nice poems

45 Navisha seepersad September 6, 2014 at 5:34 pm

Am I am just stunned

46 Lovfly September 16, 2014 at 2:17 pm

Wonderful poems

47 Cole November 3, 2014 at 6:16 pm

Amazing they great poems love them 🙂 < 3

48 Astha April 15, 2015 at 5:57 am

There is a place in your heart and I know that it is love,
And this place could much brighter than tomorrow……….
And if you really try you will find there is no need to cry,
In this place you will feel there is no heart or sorrow………
There are ways together if you care enough for your living ….
Make a little space for a better place,, heel the world !!!!!
Make a little for you and for me and the entire human race…….
make a little space for you and me……………………….

49 Nidhi somani April 24, 2015 at 5:05 am

These are all awesome… touching.. motivating poems… after reading this all it seems theres somewhere happiness around!!! really these are inspirational!!

50 Anjali April 29, 2015 at 6:38 am

Can anybody please tell me what is the moral of that 1st poem, choose to be happy??

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