Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
don't let me stop you from taking the path you want to pursue. don't let the winds tell you where to go or how to choose.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
Never Give Up by Major Effects Sometimes you want to give up, don't you do it You must hang in there You're not leaving a good example when you just give up
By OTIS JR5 years ago in Poets
This must be odd, and I think it's old. So many people and all so cold. Short hair, long hair, dark hair, light. They look at you with so much spite.
By Mary Bowie5 years ago in Poets
“What a concept Laughing with people you Don’t know Only because they Might pay your Bills pay for your Time away from
By Sierra Katherina5 years ago in Poets
When I was young they held me Kept me safe and warm Wrapped me in my blankets And protected me from harm As I grew I reached for them
By Kavi Elwyn5 years ago in Poets
As the day ends, She is aware that she needs to rest. For she finds the courage to face another “Tomorrow”, Yet the dreadful thought of returning to her lonely room makes her nauseous.
By KK2455 years ago in Poets
It is not a story Neither a poem It's about what I feel And you refuse to accept, Oh yes! dear, you refused to accept.
By Shahid Ali5 years ago in Poets
DECLARATION OF WORLD UNISON Twelve-score years ago, a fledgling nation had a dream dedicated and proposing the right that all men are created equal.
By I Omnist5 years ago in Poets
The world is built on a pile of perceptions, as if it wants to provoke anxiety and fear in its residents. Someone once thought The Earth to be flat; would he have also thought about falling off from the edge of the world?
I can’t believe how much I’ve changed, Throughout the years it is so strange, Going through my posts before, My faith it does so restore,
By Karen Quinn5 years ago in Poets
Wealth is a lot of free space, Andy Warhol said. A new way to look at all the things I’ve been missing. My inner emptiness is the speaker
By Nica Breeze 5 years ago in Poets
The Clock’s ticking, My Friend! Just a few hours left, Before The Divide, After the Death of Millions, Where many ordinary people became murderers,
