inspirational

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

If only.
I think about everything that's happened on this Earth, and see that everyone around me is free not everyone like me has a choice to do so or has the will.
By Clyde Swob5 years ago in Poets
Colours
Some days I’m red, Filled with vibrance and passion, Filled with love and strength, Along with compassion, Determination and desire,
By Karen Quinn5 years ago in Poets
In Love With Me
I was prompted for this post in a challenge On how to fall in love with yourself every day, This one’s going to scrape the bottom of the barrel
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
From the Eyes of My Baby
When I first said hello world, I knew the depths of inside Felt like safety and became unfurled, Bringing the end to a soft cocoon ride.
By Andromeda Gallarini5 years ago in Poets
I will stay strong
I’ve been told that my legs Are my best feature, That my blue glitter heels Were what I had needed, To show off my delicate ankles
By Emma Datson5 years ago in Poets
Patterns
pathetic how we’ll never get it round and round we go In circles this should be forbidden My happiness should never be second
By I Am Sav Renee5 years ago in Poets
I am beautiful in every way.
I am beautiful in every way. I am smart. I am artistic. I am kind and caring. I am adorable. I am a good leader. I am a devoted wife.
By Danielle Mosley5 years ago in Poets
For All The Good Times
Here I am laying around thinking, that life is pretty okay That my world is a good place to be, And I wanted to write down how I’m feeling today
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
Loss.
To love at all is to risk loss; to weigh the good times and memories against father time. Father time always wins, but he is not cruel. This pain, this sorrow is not etched into your soul forever. It hurts, sure, but that means that the love you felt is real and will continue to be real.
By Holden Marx5 years ago in Poets
COMPLETION
She squats in an open field. Naked. Holding her own. Feet firmly planted into Mama Earth. Toes spread. Heels rooted. Channeling the strength of all the Shes before her.
By Zalayshia Imintuit5 years ago in Poets
Blissful Ignorance
The breath I choose to use, To breathe life into these words, Was taken by the weak, from too many, As the ignorance floods the news
By Sean Hunter5 years ago in Poets
Colored Facts
Colored Facts My hue, My shade, My tint, My tone. Leaves few, That engage, Imprints, Alone. As surprise Colors your face,
By Sean Hunter5 years ago in Poets