Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
You think I’m hurting you But I’m destroying myself There is no health or wealth where I am Was it all a sham I asked you that way
By Atomic Historian19 days ago in Poets
Years of silence. My abundant garden hushed, growing lash greenery even in winter. Roots delving deep, as if to the Earth's core.
By Moon Desert19 days ago in Poets
I used to think love should hurt a little, like tight shoes you “break in” because they look good on you. Blisters as proof.
By Milan Milic19 days ago in Poets
Fear dwells within, a potent, unwelcome guest, dramatic and bold, claiming its space for the long years ahead. Buying flowers to brighten up the place,
They say you can't squeeze blood from a stone, but you can certainly try. Lying on a haystack, thoughts pour out -
Cold, wet snow blankets the ground ❄️ Water rushing beneath a frozen creek 🧊 Rustling leaves swaying in the breeze
By Mother Combs19 days ago in Poets
You liked me best when I stayed behind you, quiet as a coat on a chair, laughing at your jokes before I even got them.
Entries from my journal are only shared with my closest of friends, so beginning this series was not a decision taken lightly. Concentrations of my anguish, toil, love, ecstasy, and more exist between these pages.
By The Dani Writer19 days ago in Poets
Twinkly Stars Shine Down Twinkly stars shine down on ancient stone, where pyramids hold the breath of time. Morning lifts the dark with steady hands,
By Marie381Uk 19 days ago in Poets
When nights grow heavy upon your chest, And hope feels like an uninvited guest, Remember this—your shaking soul Was never born to lose control.
By Daily Motivation19 days ago in Poets
I have woken up, and peed on a grass before! That might not seem sanitary, but I am human - and also peeing is natural! I have woken up, thinking that the bathroom is outside, and I have never wanted to live inside with any person!
By 365poetry19 days ago in Poets
Morning, before the sun’s break Heater’s rumbling like thunder when I arise Dry and bleary-eyed ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎‧*❆₊⋆ I trudge through the laundry crowded hall
By K.B. Silver 19 days ago in Poets
