Poetry to make you feel good
When I am feeling down or even when I am feeling happy, I write a poem to make me feel good. I hope that there is a poem here that makes you feel good, too.
Inspirational
And So I Run At Last
And so I run at last with the wind at my back
I shall falter and fall- I’m sure of that.
I’ve needed to jog and walk at times
To get over the wire and round the mines.
I’ve needed friends along the way
To give me fuel to see out the day
And I’ve stopped to collect and admire my prize
Only for it to cause my demise.
But now I run at last with the wind at my back.
Yes I run at last with hope in my heart
Yet humble, I had an unsteady start.
I’ve needed my peers to point the course
Being fair and considerate with appropriate force
I’ve needed novices to motivate me
When the terrain is scarce and my legs are shaky.
And I’ve stopped when my soul has shouted, “Enough!”
And plunged to the ground so rigid and rough.
But now I run at last with hope in my heart.
I run at last- a man at one with himself
Though I may return to the back of the shelf
I’ve needed Samaritans to heal my ails.
I’ve needed foes hounding my tail.
Those things that keep me sharp and strong
Stop me going too far wrong
And I’ve stopped after I’ve raced on ahead
To realise another needs me instead.
Now I run, yes I run
Believing that all our times will come.
Matt Phillips
Go Down to the River
Immaculate creature natural and strong
Ever present and never wrong.
Cascading river waning his fear
Relaxing emotion planted here,
Of souls transfixed on the river’s flow
‘Pray thee river, end my woes.’
Reflected back is reasons why
The world will suffer should they die.
Heroes and heroines who struggled so
Reaping freely what they sowed.
His face is radiant now and glistening.
Finally, a creature is listening.
Concerns are like old waters past.
This poignant day shall not be his last.
Matt Phillips
Into The Canyon
Into the canyon I slipped and fell
Unable to move as my bruises swell
Too far away for help to come
But until I shut down I’m not done
Climbing is a feeble venture
Hiding is an impossible feat
Waiting ‘til I serve my tenure
Is all I can do but I’m not beat
This canyon holds no fear for me
My thoughts are clean and filter free
Though no way out I presently see
I’ll fight the battle to simply be
So visit me the cruellest of scourges
Whip me ‘til I can stand no more
Survival is the greatest of urges
My will is ripping me off the floor
Matt Phillips
A Life of Regret
A life of regret churns my insides.
A consistent fret educates my mind.
Imagination lost in choices.
Stubbornness silenced the wisest voices.
Hope pinned on destiny’s will.
Losing my way whilst learning new skills.
Awoken from my semi slumber.
Free again yet slightly humbler.
Smile because it is right to do
Then friends and colleagues do so too.
Finally, I realise that I am breathing.
The air is fresh now that I am leaving.
Matt Phillips
Failure
And so I return like it was a dream
Better for what I have done and seen
Closer to the person I wish to be
Lost a few things I hoped I’d keep
Humbled, I sit here writing this
Being unsure though unsure is bliss
For so many options pound my mind
Until the safest path I find.
Matt Phillips
Hang On a Minute, Get In
Hang on a minute, get in
The team are prepared and poised to win
I’ve heard the shouts of dwindling trust
I’ve logged the doubts and so I must
But wait until I’ve performed again
Hang on a minute, get in
I’m not the greatest there’s ever been
I know my limits and I know my style
I know every minute that I’m on trial
But judge me when I perform again
Hang on a minute, get in
I’ll take every knock back on the chin
Embarrassed, I’ve cracked under pressure so real
At times I’ve lacked when I’ve needed zeal
But watch as I perform again
Hang on a minute, get in
Along my face works a satisfied grin
What claims and pressure I’ve been subjected to
Are internally bred and not a reflective view
I know I will perform again
Matt Phillips
Strong
I could be blown away by a hurricane
I could be forced to the ground by unbearable pain