inspirational

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

The Nevers
Never, was the word she heard. Spinning endlessly in her head. Never was the word her mother used most often, never this and never that. Never draw outside the lines.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
Choices
Take a moment to listen, And become like the few. Life’s a product of choices, That were all made by you. So weather it humbly,
By Aaron Thomas5 years ago in Poets
Lonely but Never Alone
Lonely but never alone In the doorframe of a disguise There showed lighting in her eyes The whispers in the night Told her to be wait till the sun would rise
By Joy 5 years ago in Poets
To the Mountains, Mon Ami!
"To the Mountains, Mon Ami!" To the mountains, mon ami! For fortune not, nor glory... Woolen clad and leather shod, You may see this man as odd.
By Jack Drake5 years ago in Poets
Believe in yourself
Those who flaunt themselves People who belittle others always like to talk long and short Even go out of their way To make things difficult for no reason
By Laurau Collinst5 years ago in Poets
Let Her Go
Let her go For peaceful resolution; For inner absolution Within my very soul. Let her go. Let her go Impart important lessons
By Celeste Barbier5 years ago in Poets
Asteroid
where the stars flicker I heard there was debris sent from thousands of lightyears away flying a split second into their light
By Cory Buchanan5 years ago in Poets
Into the darkness
Darkness and pain from past, Chains and binds all through, Pain from what happened, The pain before I grew, To be a child so innocent,
By Karen Quinn5 years ago in Poets
Rainbows of Respect
For so long, she wiped people's footprints off herself. She cut off limbs to give to others. Sewed up the holes their words left. Looking in the mirror, beaten and battered, she painted it new. She painted a girl who demanded respect. She painted a girl who was soft and strong. Brave with boundaries. And as she took a step back, her skin glowed clear. Her body whole. Her stitches gone.
By Melissa Faith5 years ago in Poets
At Night
At night, the weight of all I’ve loved and lost, of words I’ve not said, of lives I’ve not lived presses against my temples.
By A.L. Robin5 years ago in Poets
Moody Mind
Seasons change, And so does my mood. Today I might be filled with rage,
By Coral G5 years ago in Poets
Then and Now
2015 Hi there. It's Me. Older, yes, and more worn- And though some scars have faded, I've collected our fair share of new ones.
By Jess A. Smith5 years ago in Poets