13+ Short & Sweet Inspirational Poems About Love And Life

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Poetry is more than just words。It’s art, a form of expression, and a rhythmic way of communication. So, here’s a list of the best inspirational poems for encouraging you to be better for yourself and stand for yourself in difficult times. A good poem can make anyone laugh, think, inspire, or acts as a source of motivation. The thoughtful poetic words and heart-touching metaphors of these poems will be uplifting for your heart and brain.

13+ Inspirational Poems

Short Inspiring Poems

Soulful poems bring an affirmative vibe and give strength to overcome problems。这里有一些振奋人心的短诗for us in many ways.

1. Move Past This

When you arefeeling down
And all you can muster up is a frown
That is the time to stop
And count your blessings until you drop.

Focus on all of life’s good
And you will find things work out as they should
Feeling sorry and just sitting around
It is a sure thing to bring you down.

Take some action, make a move.
It doesn’t matter if others approve.
Nothing lasts forever
You will move past this if you endeavor!

—Catherine Pulsifer

2. I’m busy

I’m busy;
but not in the way
most people accept.
I’m busy calming my fear
and finding my courage.
I’m busy listening to my kids.
I’m busy getting in touch
with what is real.
I’m busy growing things and
connecting with the natural world.
I’m busy questioning my answers.
I’m busy being present in my life.

—Brooke Hampton

3. Keep Going

When failures come – keep going.
When you feel like giving up – keep going
When people mock your idea – keep going
When challenges you face – keep going
When mistakes are made, learn – but keep going
Because perseverance just keeps going!

—Kate Summers

Inspiring Poems About Women

Women play several roles effortlessly with a tremendous amount of grit and determination。They never fail toinspire everyonearound them. Their invigorating spirit acts as a stimulating agent for empowerment.

4. Being Independent

I do not want to have you
To fill the empty parts of me.
I want to be full on my own.
I want to be so complete.
I could light a whole city
And then
I want to have you
Cause the two of us combined
Could set it on fire.

—Rupi Kaur

5. The Applicant

First, are you our sort of a person?
Do you wear
A glass eye, false teeth, or a crutch,
A brace or a hook,
Rubber breasts or a rubber crotch,

Stitches to show something’s missing? No, no? Then
How can we give you a thing?
Stop crying.
Open your hand.
Empty? Empty. Here is a hand

To fill it and willing
To bring teacups and roll away headaches
And do whatever you tell it.
Will you marry it?
It is guaranteed

To thumb shut your eyes at the end
And dissolve of sorrow.
We make new stock from the salt.
I notice you are stark naked.
How about this suit–

Black and stiff, but not a bad fit.
Will you marry it?
It is waterproof, shatterproof, proof.
Against fire and bombs through the roof.
Believe me; they’ll bury you in it.

Now your head, excuse me, is empty.
I have the ticket for that.
Come here, sweetie, out of the closet.
Well, what do you think of that?
Naked as paper to start

But in twenty-five years, she’ll be silver,
In fifty, gold.
A living doll, everywhere you look.
It can sew, it can cook,
It can talk, talk, talk.

It works; there is nothing wrong with it.
You have a hole; it’s a poultice.
You have an eye; it’s an image.
My boy, it’s your last resort.
Will you marry it, marry it, marry it.

—Sylvia Plath

6. Mothers

The last time I was home
to see my mother, we kissed
exchanged pleasantries
and un pleasantries pulled a warm
comforting silence around
us and read separate books

I remember the first time
I consciously saw her
we were living in a three-room
apartment on burns avenue

mommy always sat in the dark
I don’t know how I knew that, but she did

that night I stumbled into the kitchen
maybe because I’ve always been
a night person or perhaps because I had wet
the bed
she was sitting on a chair
the room was bathed in moonlight diffused through
those thousands of panes landlords who rented
to people with children were prone to put in windows
she may have been smoking, but maybe not
her hair was three-quarters her height
which made me a strong believer in the Samson myth
and very black

I’m sure I just hung there by the door
I remember thinking: what a beautiful lady

she was very deliberately waiting
perhaps for my father to come home
from his night job or maybe for a dream
that had promised to come by
“come here,” she said, “I’ll teach you
a poem: I see the moon
the moon sees me
God bless the moon
and god bless me.”
I taught it to my son
who recited it for her
just to say we must learn
to bear the pleasures
as we have borne the pains

—Nikki Giovanni

Inspiring Poems About Men

A dad, son, brother, and husband—a man plays many roles in his life too. These rhapsodic poems about them are an inspiration.

7. Ulysses

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy’d
Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when
Thro’ scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour’d of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro.’
Gleams that untravell’d world whose margin fades
Forever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!
As tho’ to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle—
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill
This labour, by slow prudence, to make mild
A rugged people, and thro’ soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centered in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil’d, and wrought, and thought with me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
‘T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose, holds
To sail beyond the sunset and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

—Alfred Lord Tennyson

8. The Charge of the Light Brigade

I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“向前,英烈传!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

II
“向前,英烈传!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Someone had blundered.
他们不让再保险ply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

III
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred.

IV
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line, they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

V
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

VI
When can their glory fade?
O, the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

—Alfred Lord Tennyson

9. Sonnet 7: How Soon Hath Time , The Subtle Thief Of Youth

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stol’n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
My hasting days fly on with full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom shew’th.
Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth
That I to manhood am arriv’d so near;
And inward ripeness doth much less appear,
That some more timely-happy spirits endu’th.
Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow,
It shall be still in strictest measure ev’n
To that same lot, however, mean or high,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heav’n:
All is if I have grace to use it so
As ever in my great Task-Master’s eye.

—John Milton

Inspirational Poems About Love

Love, too, needs the inspiration to bring the best out of you.When you love someone from your heart, it motivates you. So here, let’s know about a few inspirationalpoems about love。

10. Love, Love, Love, Love, Love Without A Doubt

How do you write a poem
about Love?
It cannot be caught
and is beyond words’
power of depiction.
It has no place to be,
all places are filled
with Love.
Without Love would
anything have any savour?

Love is what joins
Love is what flows
Love is what counts
Love is what grows
Love is what’s known.

Love is all around
爱是一切
Love is all we ask

Love is all we give
Love is all I have.

Love wants nothing
Love needs nothing
Love misses nothing
Love excludes nothing
爱是这都是关于什么。

Joining, flowing, counting,
growing, knowing
around, about
asking, giving, having
All is Love,
of that I have no doubt.

—David Taylor

11. Life Is Love, And Love Is Life

life is life; however it would go
love is love, no matter what would occur
love is growing more with every hearts beat
feelings of my heart could never change
love is life, life is love
you can enjoy them as much as you want….

—Anna Jonson

12. Love, Love, Love – Thank God

Love, love, love…
Thanks goes to the all mighty one from up above.
You’ve brought my mate just to my side…
You’ve led the spiritual path for your son’s holy guided stride.
He gave up his life for your good; holy loved, wide spread word…
Many people were forgiven,
of this fact forgiven ex-sinners have world widely heard.
Fate united me to my bride…
Cupid’s arrow gave me such a wonderful wild, crazy ride.
Thank God…

Amen!

—Michael Gale

Inspirational Poems About Family

Our world revolves around our family. Our family inspires us to put our best foot forward, move on in life, and face any difficulty with courage.

13. Family Means Different Things

Family means different things to different people.

To some, family means mom, dad, and the kids.
To others, family means single parents doing the job of two to make a home.
To some, family means living with grandparents too.
To others, family is the aunt or uncle who has stepped up to fill in for parents.
To some, family means two moms or two dads growing a family together.
To others, family means two people multiplying their love through adoption.
To some, family is limited to blood relations.
To others, family includes friends who are there through thick and thin.
To some,family is all aboutthe people in their lives.
To others, pets are considered family members too.

Yes, family means different things to different people,
But every family has one thing in common, and that’s love.

—Kelly Roper

Poems About Encouragement

诗为我们沉默的智慧的言语,一个great source of motivation. These encouragement poem scan become an instrument to soothe us and move on in life.

14. One

One thing can change the world.

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 can bring a friendship,
One handclasp can lift a soul;
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One cheer can obtain a goal.

One vote can change a Nation,
One sunbeam can lift a room;
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.
One look can change two lives;
One kiss can make love bloom.

一步必须明星t each journey,
One word must start each prayer;
One hope can 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,
One life is me and you….

—Shivam Suchak