Tag: inspirational poetry

  • Saving Me

    Saving Me

    My chest hurts so much, my breath comes out fast.
    My jaw is clenched tight, my eyes might seem glassed.

    My stomach hurts deeply, it is filled with dread.
    My ears are still listening, to the evil things said.

    On eggshells I walk, I work hard toward my best.
    Why does it all seem for naught, because I fail the tests?

    He hid his true self, he’s not at all who he said.
    So why am I forced by my church, with him to stay wed?

    He breaks my best dishes, he throws food on the floor.
    I’m on my hands and knees cleaning, while he walks through the door.

    He holds me down harshly, so I can’t move or leave.
    He drives so fast in the car, I’m so scared I can’t breathe.

    Remote controls are thrown at me, they shatter on the wall.
    He screams at the kids for nothing, not caring they’re small.

    No one cares that I’m scared, since he doesn’t punch my face.
    I fear death at night, that he will kill me before I wake.

    He stabs his knife in the table, a wordless threat in the night.
    I didn’t know what to do, how to go without a fight.

    Protecting my children, I had to take them and go.
    I tried to minimize accusations, so things could lay low.

    People used that against me, and some called me a whore.
    But if I had told all that happened, there’d be no safety anymore.

    Friends all abandoned me, I was outcast by them.
    My church left me alone, no help did they send.

    So much for the years, of friendship and work.
    I was cast aside like nothing, so badly that did hurt.

    I made it without them, I figured it out pretty fast.
    That I could depend on myself and new friends, and not those in my past.

    In my heart I knew, God was on my side.
    God wants more love, not for me and my children to die.

    A cop helped me flee, he had seen this before.
    He said it wouldn’t get better, he said I deserved more.

    He helped me get out, was the only friend that I had.
    The only voice of reason, who didn’t pressure me to go back.

    I built a brand new life, one I’ll fight to preserve.
    I’ll continue to thrive, and reach for what I deserve.

    ~Lella M Fulton

    ©2024 Copyright

    This poem captures the harrowing experience of domestic abuse and finding the strength to rebuild a new life. With raw emotion, it explores the pain, fear, and isolation of living with an abusive partner, the struggle to protect loved ones, and the courage to break free. The poem delves into themes of emotional and physical abuse, betrayal by community and church, and the journey toward healing and empowerment. Perfect for readers seeking inspiring poetry about overcoming adversity, domestic violence survival, and personal growth, this piece resonates with anyone who has faced hardship and found hope.

  • My Spirit Walks the Moors…

    My Spirit Walks the Moors…

    I hasten quickly across the moors, with my skirts whipping in the breeze.
    My chest aches in wretched heartbreak, as no one calls out for me.

    The ground is wet beneath my feet, my stockings ruined with mud.
    While I wander the wilds alone, where no other’s lady’s feet have trod.

    His smile had once entranced me, as I watched from across the room.
    His eyes met mine and I was frozen, my young heart with love was consumed.

    Stolen kisses in the garden maze, secret gentle touches behind the door.
    His behavior gave me every reason, to think that with me he wanted more.

    I have never felt more stupid, my heart has never felt more raw.
    Than when I saw him pressing her, passionately against the ballroom wall.

    He saw me in that moment, surprise and pity written on his face.
    The pity in his eyes hurt the most, why I ran from the party in disgrace.

    I thought he would declare himself, make his intentions known quite soon.
    He’d take me to wive and I’d wear his ring, underneath the summer’s moon.

    I should have known it wouldn’t happen, an heiress he was looking to find.
    My family is poor but I loved him, I thought to my lack of dowry he was blind.

    My skirts are sodden in the rain, they weigh me down where I can’t flee.
    The cold droplets penetrate my dress, as I sink down with my back against a tree.

    The air was cold and foggy in the night, as the freezing rain continued to pound.
    No one knew I was gone from the party, it would be hours before I am found.

    In my heart I knew that I would parish, on the moors of the castle beside the sea.
    When they come with torches looking, my tortured soul will be drifting free.

    As the early morning hours pass, they find me pale and frozen upon the ground.
    The dirt is shoveled upon my body, and I endure my mother’s crying sounds.

    He will forever hear my whispers, he will hear my breathless voice behind closed doors.
    While my body lays at rest outside the church, my spirit will forever walk the moors.

    ~Lella M Fulton

    ©2024 Copyright

    As a poet inspired by the raw emotions of love and loss, I poured my heart into “I Hasten Quickly Across the Moors,” a poignant tale of unrequited love set against the haunting backdrop of 19th-century moors. This tragic poem captures the ache of a young woman’s heartbreak, her hopes shattered by betrayal as she flees into the stormy wilderness. With vivid imagery of sodden skirts, freezing rain, and a lonely soul wandering the wilds, the poem weaves themes of love, betrayal, and longing into a timeless narrative. Perfect for readers who cherish emotional poetry, tragic love stories, and the evocative atmosphere of historical settings, this piece resonates with anyone who has felt the sting of unreturned devotion. These evocative verses will linger in your heart, echoing the whispers of a restless spirit. My grandmother gave me a book when I was 12 about a Tuscany Madonna. It was about a gothic painting. The cover of that book inspired my writing.

  • It’s Okay to Want More

    It’s Okay to Want More

    They say I have everything I could ask for.
    That there’s no cause for me to complain.
    Am I depressed or am I just lazy?
    I wonder sometimes if I’m sane.

    I am tired most all of the time.
    Motivation has fled from my sight.
    Why can’t I feel things more shallowly?
    Sometimes everything feels like a fight.

    A parent’s heart can feel heavy.
    Fatigue and exhaustion at times wear me down.
    Taking care of myself is too burdensome.
    The load drags my soul to the ground.

    Using hair products is not my jam.
    My wrinkles need lotions and salve.
    I work all week and take care of my family.
    Wearing makeup is effort I don’t have.

    I solve a backlog of problems.
    Soothe everyone that despises change.
    Making things better for people.
    Listen to objections come down like the rain.

    People tell ladies to smile so widely.
    They say to be happy while they wear a smirk.
    They judge mothers and call us ungrateful.
    When we go out and we f’ing work.

    Next time you sit on your high horse.
    Running your mouth and prove you’re a bore.
    Take your mediocrity and go shove it.
    This is my life it’s okay to want more.

    ~Lella M Fulton

    ©2024 Copyright

    This powerful poem delves into the raw emotions of exhaustion, self-doubt, and resilience. I wrote it because I was so tired of people telling me to smile. Seriously, shut up and leave working moms alone. This poignant piece captures the struggles of balancing motherhood, work, and personal identity while confronting societal expectations. With vivid imagery and heartfelt honesty, it resonates with women, mothers, and anyone seeking inspiration through poetry about mental health, empowerment, and the human experience. Dive into this evocative work that challenges stereotypes and celebrates the strength to demand more from life.

  • I Love Thee

    I Love Thee

    I love thee in many ways, how shall I count them now?
    I love the way you smile at me, with joy upon your brow.

    I love that you are generous, even when I’m being a hag.
    I love that you still grope me, even though my breasts have begun to sag.

    I love that you treat me kindly, even when I’m feeling blue.
    I love that you overlook the way, my waist has gotten huge.

    I love that you are dependable, and you believe in the greater good.
    I love that you stand for what is right, when no one else would have stood.

    I love that you rarely cry, and that you hardly sit and brood.
    I love that your sense of humor, is often pretty rude.

    I love the sarcasm in your soul, it finds kinship with me.
    I love you love adventure, and new things we get to see.

    I love that you like my mind, and find passion in my thoughts.
    I love that you calm me down, when my stomach is tied in knots.

    I love the way you kiss my lips, and show me that you care.
    I love when you touch me, it’s like an answered prayer.

    I love thee in so many ways, I couldn’t name them all.
    I love thee so very much, in my heart you’re ten feet tall.

    ~Lella M Fulton

    ©2024 Copyright

    I wrote this as a touching ode to unconditional love and devotion. I love my husband so much. With vivid imagery and raw emotion, this romantic poetry celebrates the beauty of a partner’s quirks, resilience, and unwavering support. Perfect for readers seeking love poems, emotional poetry, or inspirational verses that capture the essence of deep connection and admiration. This timeless piece resonates with themes of passion, humor, and self-acceptance, making it a must-read for poetry lovers.

  • A Tribute to Penelope Bridgerton

    A Tribute to Penelope Bridgerton

    Alone in my chambers, quill in my hand,
    Ink pot on the table, quietly I stand,

    Pondering my future, whatever will be,
    Will I become a wife? Will I sit embroidering by the sea?

    London is my town, England is my home,
    But my deepest fear now, is being forever alone,

    Will I have a companion, a partner in life?
    Experience passion…between my milky-white thighs?

    To receive a man’s seed…for my belly to swell,
    Could I give him a child? Have a love story to tell?

    Am I condemned to a life, as a companion to mother?
    While I’m criticized mercilessly, forever to suffer?

    A home of my own, a place my patience won’t be worn,
    To run my own household, the task for which I was born,

    Wallflower I’m called, and no value I’m given,
    My dance card is empty, to my lips no one listens,

    Words trip my tongue, eloquent at parties…I’m not,
    My writing is witty and sharp…but being left behind is my lot,

    I watch from the sidelines, observe from the shadows,
    Instead of enjoying a ball, it’s like I’m watching the gallows,

    Those needing money and status, deal their daughters for power,
    The rakes prey on the innocent, looking for weak girls to deflower,

    I long for excitement, something just mine,
    Only for me, and everlasting of time,

    My words are my shield, my weapon of choice,
    The truth I will wield…to speak for those without a voice,

    I have built myself a legacy, and I will have my due,
    No one will fell me, just because they were offended by truth,

    After years of waiting for him…my love was suddenly devoted,
    Our passions blazed hot, and our desire exploded,

    Once he found out…he wanted to let my legacy expire…
    But I could not agree…as my work was worth society’s ire.

    I poured my heart and my soul, into those words taking shape,
    When no dance partners came, writing them was my escape,

    It took him some time, to see the value in my work,
    That bold truths had some value, even when they hurt,

    He finally came ’round, this deep love of mine,
    Realizing my heart and my mind, were simply entwined,

    I thought I would never…marry for love or with him…
    Fate brought legacy and love together for me…what a win,

    So I wish you this day, that you always be a believer,
    Don’t give up on your dreams, My Dear Gentle Reader…

    ~Lella M Fulton

    ©2024 Copyright

    I am a huge fan of Netflix’s Bridgerton. Penelope is my favorite character. This is a heartfelt poem about love, loneliness, and legacy in 19th-century London… capturing a woman’s journey from fear of solitude to finding passion and purpose through journalism. Ideal read for fans of romantic poetry, inspirational verses, and women empowerment poems.