inspirational

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

A True Warrior
Pray. When it's beneficial. Stay focus on doing you. Remember he is always with you. Hands crossed anywhere I go. Shouting to him you know.
By Tecoria Savage5 years ago in Poets
The me I was always supposed to be
There was a hunger inside of me, You think it was just for food, But it was so much more. This hunger was yearning to feel
By Morgan Hannaleck5 years ago in Poets
A Child’s Fantasy. Top Story - July 2021.
Once upon a blissful youth, I dreamed of adventure Stories of fairies fighting trolls and tales of dragon gold Riches beyond number and an incredible journey every slumber
By Jennah Casey 5 years ago in Poets
Broken Pieces
Broken pieces in a clocktower Pausing time and whisking away the hour Cold and frozen the tower will sit Looming high above as it doesn’t quite fit
By Jennah Casey 5 years ago in Poets
Pandemic Things
“Two weeks tops at home,” now it’s a year later Laptop computers and lots of lost papers “It’s only now just for the rest of the spring!”
By Liz Gonzalez5 years ago in Poets
Agony
This is an older poem I wrote I will be adding others as well hope they are ok! Agony Agony trapped inside a mind of a deception. A conscious laden mind wanders free across open fields of illusions. Though the illusions are her own labyrinth, she stays lost as if her mind has been drained of all knowledge of true life. Through many years she spends inside her conscious laden mind never to wander. As the world passes her by she awakens scared of what has happened. she finds herself surrounded, Surrounded by the life of her loved ones. As she soon realizes who they were looking down at, she finds herself dead. Alone yet not. she is not scared for being scared will solve no problems of life. Instead she is thankful and is now released to wander free.
By Sarah urffer5 years ago in Poets
The Last Signal
Silently I footed by an uphill road That led from my abode to a spot yew-boughed; Yellowly the sun sloped low down to westward,
By Bg Das5 years ago in Poets
Breaking The Chain
Breaking The Chain 30 years to the date. How does one escape one's fate? How does one escape one's faith? A whole generation lost off hate.
By Sean Hunter5 years ago in Poets
Memory
A pen--to register; a key-- That winds through secret wards Are well assigned to Memory By allegoric Bards. As aptly, also, might be given
By Robert5 years ago in Poets
A Character
I marvel how Nature could ever find space For so many strange contrasts in one human face: There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and bloom
By Robert5 years ago in Poets
happy
and all at once it hits me slowly like a wave that crashes and settles could hurt me, would drown me but sets a small smile upon my lips
By Laurena Fauie5 years ago in Poets
Try
So, I reach, and I reach And I scream at the sky I try and I try And I try just to fly But no matter how far I reach
By Katarzyna Crevan5 years ago in Poets