Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Nine days' wonder You taste like peace to me when you call me pretty. Although it sounds dumb but I wanna dance in the rain
By dr.tony5 years ago in Poets
The sun dawns, breaks, and sets While you allow it to shape you Form your morning Ripen your day And claim your sleep schedule for you.
By Dominique Lewis5 years ago in Poets
I'm grateful for my family. I'm grateful for my heritage. I'm grateful for my home. I'm grateful for my friends. I'm grateful to be alive.
By Danielle Mosley5 years ago in Poets
Shhh, A queen is present. She walks with grace without making a sound. Her head held high to keep her crown from falling.
By teisha leshea5 years ago in Poets
Of all my nights of fear and rage Calling out to the hope goddess Hoping she will sing for me- Hoping for the eternal lesson of courage and rage
By Caroline Katko5 years ago in Poets
Time is a precious commodity See it for its true value Every moment can impact , contract, excel and diminish When life loses it’s spark and meaning
By Filza Chaudhry5 years ago in Poets
Time's can be hard for anyone and other's it will just slide by. Time can be a never ending like wind blowing through a chime,
By Danyel Fields5 years ago in Poets
I hope sometimes you can find yourself, lost within that childlike innocence, Where you feel a state of utter bliss And the laughter roars from deep within, stumbling out without crying for help
By Devin Anna5 years ago in Poets
Some call her crazy for spreading her wings Taking off and flying away Some ask her why What drove her need to go away?
By Alexis Lariviere5 years ago in Poets
one Health is the greatest benefit Life is alive, The greatest wealth, Is that you are still alive and healthy.
By Dada Awolowo5 years ago in Poets
It’s been the type of year that I’d categorize as quicksand. Everything swallowed up by a villainous stream of natural disasters, prejudice, bad news, and hate.
By Bailey A. Theriot5 years ago in Poets
I wonder how you sleep at night With your anxiety so high Your panic in short, quiet bursts And sporadic terrors that are imagined
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Poets
