Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
She grew quietly in the wild Surrounded by thorns Clinging hold of the darkened soil During rainfall No light at first
By Anne Douglas5 years ago in Poets
I looked at the value of the experience. What did it provide for me? It enabled me to plan bigger with thoughts, language, pictures.
By Dee Livingston5 years ago in Poets
They, is a shining beacon. One where all roads will lead, Him and Her will become pronouns of the past, As the flower blooms from the seed.
By Jodie Knowles5 years ago in Poets
Stairs are not meant to only climb. Stairs are getting us higher but that's not the purpose. I learned how to climb them by going down.
By Giorgos Pantsios5 years ago in Poets
I explore within with the warm light of a torch. Warm light? A brash high contrast clash is counterproductive. The warm white light emits a glow. A glow more gentle and conducive.
By Pauline Fountain5 years ago in Poets
“You’re turning into a hippie!” Ross says with a grin. Watching a transformation in the physical environment around me. A safe, secure space, I now call home.
'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking, Like Heaven's first dawn o'er the sleep of the dead-- When Man, from the slumber of ages awaking,
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Poets
There is a generous courtyard here that catches the cool sunrise. But again I am drawn to the park bench over the road for a coffee prior to my early morning pilgrimage.
The cool breeze Touches my warm skin, Making me shudder. The trees waving around, Telling me to get wet in the rain Ignoring the sweet temptation,
By Shahid Ali5 years ago in Poets
The Poet’s Home At last, after fording rivers, seas and moats, they lay down arms outside the castle walls. Old souls gather where the water lily floats.
By Elaine Ruth White5 years ago in Poets
Yumping over crossings, over svitchesBumping, Till ay tenk dis enyine Going to fall in ditches; Hiding vith some cattle,
TIR. Choose the darkest part o' th' grove, Such as ghosts at noonday love. Dig a trench, and dig it nigh
