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8 Inspirational Poems That Will Warm Your Heart

Discussion in 'Traditions & Beliefs' started by Jeanh, Sep 3, 2015.

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    Ella: Of Infinite Possibilities
    Wide-eyed in wonder,
    Ella beholds the world.
    “How old are you?”
    her grandfather asks.
    She holds up five fingers.
    Ella traces her grandfather’s mosaic of wrinkles,
    touching his face with those same five fingers.
    Seeing tears form in her dark, dark eyes,
    he asks: “Why so sad?”
    “Because you are shrinking.”
    “But I am not sad,” Grandfather replies.
    “Why not?”
    “Because you are growing.”
    —Jacqueline Seewald

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    When Is That Golden Moment?
    When the scale tells me I’ve not gained a pound
    When my glasses or phone or keys have been found,
    When the cop pulls me over but spares me the ticket
    When my ice cream cone drips and I get to lick it,
    When I read the obituaries and don’t know a soul,
    When the car just ahead of me pays for my toll,
    When my pants can fit without sucking my gut in
    When I’m on the dance floor and a man asks to cut in,
    When it’s time for a môviê and I get to choose it,
    When I cut out the coupon and remember to use it.
    Everyone understands the worth
    Of a big celebration: a marriage, a birth
    But moments of joy, too many to mention
    Brighten each day, when we just pay attention.

    Eileen Hession

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    Eskimo Wisdom
    A Yupik Elder asked me once of an illness he had found
    Affecting all the Gussuck folk that he had been around.
    "Why do they chase the dollar so? What is this strange disease?
    Whatever are they striving for? What does it take to please?'
    I answered that I did not know the causes nor the cure.
    But Affluenza is the name and its an ill for sure.
    He looked at me with wisdom's eye and shared his culture's lore.
    "Money's like fish, when you run out, go out and catch some more."
    He paused and added with a smile, "Too much can lead to strife,
    Money's like fish, you have too much--it spoils, stinks up your life."

    Paul Berg

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    I want to tell you
    about the sunflower I found
    on the sidewalk yesterday.
    It is wilting and curled and gorgeous
    and knows it.

    I want to age like that,
    never forgetting my own beauty,
    never forgetting how to say bloom.

    —Anna Voelker

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    First Fires
    When I was little I used to flip to the last page of my chosen library book
    and read it aloud to myself.
    I thought by doing this I would be made privy to some secret information.
    I could outsmart the author and figure it all out before he or she intended.
    I could win.
    Everything was a game.
    Nowadays, I avoid the last page as long as possible.
    I abandon books all over my apartment.
    One lays with its spine ©râcked open on the arm of my couch
    while another curls on the floor under my bed asleep.
    I don’t want to get to the end of anything anymore.
    I only want beginnings:
    First sentences striking like matches on the roof of my mouth.
    Igniting like the first fires on earth.

    Dorothy Schultz

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    Morning Coffee
    Dark dark, swirl in the white,
    Mix in the morning,
    Fade out the night.

    Sugar cream, coffee bean,
    Eyes start to blinking,
    End the last dream.

    Dark dark, swirl in the white
    Fresh day brewing
    On hot sunlight.

    Amber Lynn Revis

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    My favorite color is navy blue,
    the color of a childhood book about stars.
    My father read it to me on the couch,
    took me outside and showed me
    the Big Dipper, and the Little Dipper,
    and how to find the North Star.
    All of this was right in front of our house.
    We looked up into the sky until it looked back.
    The book said we spin without realizing it.
    It told where we are in the Milky Way
    but my father and I don't know how we got here.
    Neither of us mentions it.
    We do not know how to do the math
    on astronomical odds as big as that.

    Loueva Smith

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    The moon dissolves,
    A communion wafer
    On the tongue of morning.

    The sun melts,
    Fresh butter spread
    On noonday bread.

    Evening tips the cup,
    Rose, burgundy, and gold.
    Refreshment for the soul.

    Fannie Griffin

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