inspirational

Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.

River of Oblivion
The river winds through the city, deeper than it seems. It carries sorrows and dreams, painful memories held, locked-away for decades.
By Moon Desert7 days ago in Poets
Buddhist Monks
You may have heard, a group of Buddhist monks are on a peace walk across the USA. Long walks are pilgrimage for Buddhist monks,
By Seema Patel7 days ago in Poets
What the Light Took
I was intact before you. *** Not whole. Just unbroken. *** The dark knew me. It kept its distance. *** Then you arrived
By Aarsh Malik7 days ago in Poets
When Passion Outgrows Life
There is nothing here just paper words, a fantasy, ignoring life's harsh reality. I forget to breathe while lives collide in a flash,
By Moon Desert7 days ago in Poets
Body Needs Oxygen
be it sun or rain, I will go for a walk— the body needs oxygen. Some people skip walks, giving different issues or weather conditions as excuses. I don’t. Yet if there is wildfire smoke, leaf blower gas fumes, or mulch machines running, I will delay or skip.
By Seema Patel7 days ago in Poets
The Names We All Forgot Mean Nothing
The Names We All Forgot Mean Nothing The names we all forgot mean nothing, They slip through memory like rain, We carried them once like scripture,
By Marie381Uk 7 days ago in Poets
Still Writing
I thought a degree would open a door and I would step through it carrying sentences like a key. But the door didn’t open.
By Diani Alvarenga7 days ago in Poets
The Deep of You
I want to draw water from the deep well of your mind, and tend the garden of your soul. Lifting you above the waves of translucent amazement,
By Rowan Finley 7 days ago in Poets
Innocence, Interrupted
Kids shouldn’t have to grow up faster just because the world is unraveling louder. They shouldn’t have to see pain so often that it starts to feel normal.
By Stephanie Jarrell7 days ago in Poets
Rejoice When He Reaches Out To You
Rejoice When He Reaches Out To You Rejoice when he reaches out to you, Even if his hands shake, Grace is rarely confident,
By Marie381Uk 7 days ago in Poets
I Don’t Look in the Mirror Anymore
I don’t look in the mirror anymore Or take pictures of my youth I used to have a self portrait To show I was made In the image of you
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Poets
Heroes Are Over Rated Sometimes
Heroes Are Over Rated Sometimes Heroes are over rated sometimes, They arrive too late or not at all, They love the sound of cheering,
By Marie381Uk 7 days ago in Poets