inspirational

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

That's When We all Win
What sparks your soul What moves you to move What makes you stand up Fight with something to prove Is it anger or fear
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 years ago in Poets
The Many Sides of the Face
Which side are you on? Put your hand across and flip it over. There is a stream of thought that you know how many edges there are.
By David Fournier5 years ago in Poets
Dance with the Darkness
I will dance with the darkness. I will fight with the light. Send your wishes to the edge, that’s where I live. All I do is lose. All I do is gain. Hoist me up and I am a slave to my imagination. Watch me walk like I’ve got time in front of me. The sun lays my shadows behind me.
By David Fournier5 years ago in Poets
Loss of sight
Time has flown. Not now, nor tomorrow. Speeding - racing through, wanting more to fill the void. Trading vast for narrow views, empty promises of new.
By Tony Badu5 years ago in Poets
Some Candles
some candles seem to burn an eternal flame Their bodies once straight and tall may dwindle to drippy squat stumps, yet they go on and on
By A.J. Roberts5 years ago in Poets
KEY
Where did you find the key to my heart, the only hidden treasure that’s kept us apart. My only desire is to be where you are, as long as there’s a fire, underneath the stars.
By Evan Galbreath5 years ago in Poets
Ana's Creation
The spinning. It whirls through my head, crashing my body around like the current of a river, dragging me under. Unable to breath.
By lilly jimenez5 years ago in Poets
This Moment Shall Pass
The inner perils of life It’s strumming these eardrums with a knife The twists and turns of fate Shall not fill this one with hate
By flying_hai5 years ago in Poets
Broken Heart
Here comes the Sinister, Terrorising the gullible. Night and day, all time, all time Clamouring. Felon is a predator,
By KK2455 years ago in Poets
Not Alone
Lead me, great one I need your light Ol’e deceitful one Has me in a fright I’m being knocked down Time and again I cannot see
By Lyn McClatchey5 years ago in Poets
Calling
I feel that i am dreaming Even when I am awake. This scheming life I’m leading Seems so meaningless and fake I wake with an unconscious scream,
By Alaric Goldkuhl5 years ago in Poets
Pregnant Pause
Beloved mother Of our unborn union, I bow in humble maleness Before your mystery And kiss The curve of your belly
By Alaric Goldkuhl5 years ago in Poets