Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
You carried a soul beneath your heart, A little life too soon to start. - Though earth could not become their home, Their spirit never drifts alone.
By Latisha Fairfull16 days ago in Poets
The first time I said no, My whole body braced for impact like the ceiling might collapse from one honest syllable. ﹁﹂
By Milan Milic16 days ago in Poets
distracted, lookup is water eerwhere eerwhere a filled cup. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts! Please leave a comment. Copyright 2026 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith16 days ago in Poets
They're all toxic. Once you start they'll only drag you down. So, beware of those classics especially. Great movies are a risky venture;
By Moon Desert16 days ago in Poets
The woman was going for a walk, her poodle following behind, through a beautiful neighborhood. Scenic valley, birdsongs,
By Seema Patel16 days ago in Poets
The Indian Restaurant In Town The Indian restaurant in town, glows warm against the night. Spices drifting through the air,
By Marie381Uk 16 days ago in Poets
You know what they say about the birds and their lives That they can fly away to any place they desire. But they stay in the same place almost their whole damn time
By Alex Torres16 days ago in Poets
I’m unlearning rules I never agreed to, but lived by like rent. Don’t be too much. Don’t need too much. Don’t make a scene.
In hills, there is sand In rivers, there are tides . In thought, there's prayer In heart, there's hope In blood, there are roads
By Justin Keeling16 days ago in Poets
Do We Have To Die Do we have to die to matter, to finally be counted and known. Why does life wait for endings, before truth is fully shown.
There was a season I prayed in pieces, faith held thin and often borrowed, hope stitched with grace, asking God to meet me quietly
By Hannah Lambert17 days ago in Poets
Winters Too Cold Summers Too Hot Winters too cold, summers too hot, nothing ever feels just right. We complain our way through seasons,
By Marie381Uk 17 days ago in Poets
