Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
He commands attention when he walks into a room; bold and compelling, sexy yet crude. To his aura, you become glued. You can’t help but notice. He’s attractive, and he knows it.
By Ametress Belton17 days ago in Poets
Do Angels Walk Amongst Us Do angels walk amongst us, blending into crowds without a sound. No wings to give them away, no light spilling onto the ground.
By Marie381Uk 17 days ago in Poets
Words hurt too, you know When there's nowhere to go Your stupid insults hurt like a knife Your stupid insults stay for life
By Domi17 days ago in Poets
2026 2026 stood at my door one morning, No big speech, no shining parade. It just looked at me, calm and quiet, As if asking what I planned to make.
How many children do you have, and why? ******* We can't ask these questions during a JOB interview - it's weird, and they will SUE us for some unlikely cause of discrimination!!!
By 365poetry17 days ago in Poets
Many unhappy feelings often stem from the thoughts we choose to entertain. Simply adjusting our mindset can significantly lighten our perspective on life.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing17 days ago in Poets
My seat is becoming... the seat wool, leather, or vinyl My seat is becoming... the drive wool, leather, or vinyl My seat is becoming... my eyes
By K.A. Smith17 days ago in Poets
I didn’t grow a backbone overnight. I borrowed it, honestly, like a jacket someone hands you when they notice you’re shivering
By Milan Milic17 days ago in Poets
Don’t take advantage of love Can’t be in it for the benefits Can’t control how love is given Love comes with grace Abuses of love lead to fractured relationships
By L.I.E17 days ago in Poets
Pages on the wind watching the words go by reading a book. ***** Learning levels literally listed lingo legendary
By Mark Graham17 days ago in Poets
Sometimes even the GPS goes quiet when the road is straight, when every turn has already been accounted for. No warnings. No rerouting.
By Hannah Lambert17 days ago in Poets
My heart has been wintering, And I used to hate that word Like rest was laziness wearing a pretty coat. ﹁﹂ But the mornings are darker lately,
By Milan Milic18 days ago in Poets
