Do you have a special poem that inspires you to keep on keeping on?

Question

Do you have a special poem that inspires you to keep on keeping on?

Answer 1

"The Woods are lovely dark and deep

But I have promises to keep

And miles to go before I sleep

And miles to go before I sleep"

This consciousness about duty and beauty is that constantly inspires me to keep going. Dear April, there is infact many miles to go before I could sleep and sleep well.

Answer 2

You never know it happens until you realize

Something’s wrong.

It’s not a familiar pain, not an obvious mar.

You don’t know it’s there

Until it’s made you loose your way.

I stepped into quicksand, and it took me slowly.

I just needed a step to get out, just a little will power,

But I didn’t want to.

I wanted different, and I wanted gone.

Everyone got taller, I noticed,

Just a little every day.

Everyone got further and further away.

The calls and the cries got softer,

Until I was under, then it was just silence

I could get out, I know how.

But I just lied in the silence

The numbing silence.

It didn’t feel any different, didn’t feel wrong.

Until I took a deep breathe, and realized

There’s no air.



I crawled out, emerging from the ground like someone dead,

And took the breathe I missed breathing.

I felt like a butterfly, different, not myself

But better.

More breaths came as I saw the change of my surroundings.

As if someone changed all the streets signs,

And everyone knew it but me.

I just couldn’t stop breathing the sweet air I’d missed.

In the water, I’m not me.

I’ve changed, I’m different.

That pain is unfamiliar, just like my reflection.

Those I love don’t recognize me,

They don’t talk to me.

I try to talk to them, but my throat is closed.

I try to get them to see me, but they won’t look.

I’m not a beautiful butterfly, not yet.

I will be.

I’m not ground-bound anymore

I’ve got wings: they’re just rusty.

I can’t fly, but I’ll learn.

I’m just happy to be free.

The pain still lingers, just slightly on the surface of my skin

Slightly weighing down my wings when I fly.

Slightly restricting as I reconnect with my friends, my family.

But from my heart the weight is gone, from my eyes, the blindfold taken.

Actually, there never was a blind-fold there,

I just chose not to see.

Answer 3

Not so much as a special poem, but a special way of writing!  My inspire is my love of the Haiku poetry. Short but so descriptive!  As a picture can paint a thousand words, so with Haiku can paint a moment with few words!

Oh my how it can bring back just simple memories, or moments with such few words!! Hope you have read some Haiku so you can understand what is being said here!

A little sample for your pleasure!! This one is by a poet called, Buson

    in the icy moonlight

small stones

    crunch underfoot

Maybe you can relate to this you being from Russia!!!  Cheers!!

Answer 4

The Wreck of The Hesperus

If he could go on then so can I

Answer 5

Yes i do and a good friend Black Knight  wrote it for a girl whose sister committed suicide after her father kept molesting her for 11 ys ' and when i am down i look at the poem which is called Sissy ' and if her sister who has been thru pure h**l can hang in here and Try to get the best of everyday then i can too.

Answer 6

All things bright and beautiful.

All creatures great and small.

All things wise and wonderful.

The Lord God made them all.

I also have a favorite quote from the Bible!

"I am nothing without God

But with Him, everything is possible!"

I consider this as my powerful guide everytime I'm in despair, guilt, anger and fear!

Answer 7

I love the classics

mostly ENGLISH

if that helps *

But  i also love  the

artist that translate it

as it comes from all over the world *

i rather famous quotes

i love to use them when i speak *

have to go now * April *refresh.. keep on Child *

thy showers ,flowers in the spring *

yes I DEW TOO *

Answer 8

Not one that i turn to for inspiration, but there is one that i learned in the 6th grade and have remembered ever since and i just think of it from time to time and it makes me think of the teacher that made us memorize it and i smile because she was such a sweet heart, it was that one....trees, by joyce kilmore

Answer 9

T.S.Eliot was my first poet-love.

His "Wasteland' and "Ash Wednesday' continually re-educate my poetic efforts.

This man was a genius.

Answer 10

Stephen Dunn's "Each from different heights"

My favorite poem.

http://automaticuniverse.blogspot.com/20...

Answer 11

A poem called "Murder by Society" by a poet by the name of "Justin Rockwell" who actually RECORDS his poetry..it's on his myspace page...

http://www.myspace.com/justinrockwellmus...