inspirational

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

Music Man!
~ Music Man ~ Outside the station on a Granville Saturday His voice booms the power of his words the guitars' sound is solid.
By Jennifer Cooley5 years ago in Poets
Poetry.
Passion is an interesting concept. It can be interpreted and portrayed in so many different ways, and that’s what makes it beautiful and special. It’s taken me a long time to realize what my passion was and the best phrase that describes my passion is human connection. I’ve explored aspects of human connection in a few different professional capacities, and over the years, I’ve learnt that my greatest trait is relation to my passion is my empathy. That being said, realizing the capacity of my empathy also has made me realize that professions such as Social Work and Psychology would burn me out quickly and eventually dim my passion. I choose to portray my passion for connection in the form of poetry. In a perfect world, I would be a published poet, with my work reaching the hearts and changing the lives of people who are struggling with the same emotions.
By Laura Wiens5 years ago in Poets
BRAIN INJURY, ME?
They looked at me funny Like they did not understand Neither of us knew what to do, Unchartered land It was no one’s fault,
By Joyanne Serenity5 years ago in Poets
The art of living
A cultural, however hard it tries, Will always be contemporary. Down, down, down into the darkness of the cultural, Gently it goes - the coeval, the synchronic, the synchronous.
By Ram Paudel5 years ago in Poets
Push and pull.
Back laid upon the wall, from a fall, there before, Shadows rise and fear so tall, what, then’s in store? A cackle under the moonlight, the glimpse, a leering glare,
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
I Move On
I M O V E O N I stand by myself whatever it is, And that's my liberation of course. I start my battle first with my friends,
By Muhammad Iqbal5 years ago in Poets
Mending Heartache with Poetry
It was the death of my friend, Shirley, in 2011 that set me on this project of both honoring my loved ones and healing my grief. To my happiness, the project also brought me to a joyful, grateful state.
By Susan Budig5 years ago in Poets
To my future self
Dear future self, I hope nights of incessant loneliness, ceaseless emptiness have ceased. Days don't feel numbing cold Morning doesn't taste dull and dreaded.
By Neer Bukharia5 years ago in Poets
Abstruse
You may not know... I am a proud mother Of two amazing human beings I’m also a passionate lover My tribe always bringing new teachings
By DMTakeshi5 years ago in Poets
Now
I’m too old to be playing On someone else’s terms I’m ready to start slaying I hope it really burns This is for me
By DMTakeshi5 years ago in Poets
Summer’s love
One afternoon I said to myself, "Why isn't the demon more daytime?" Now lightless is just the thing, To get me wondering if the demon is tenebrific.
By Sita Baral5 years ago in Poets
Empty friendship
I saw the the lovely miss of my generation destroyed, How I mourned the sister. Are you upset by how endearing it is?
By Sita Baral5 years ago in Poets