Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
We are infinite souls embodied in human form Learning lessons and wisdoms to ascend Residing in the third dimension Mastering pain and suffering
By Filza Chaudhry5 years ago in Poets
In your Valley Is where I lay my Heart... Your Peace filled Darkness Holds my Hands... The Hands of a Maker A Creator of Love
By Nadia Nichole5 years ago in Poets
Teach me How to rip out those red feelings that sank too deep in my heart. How to remove the yellow lonliness that surrounded my soul.
By Shizza5 years ago in Poets
Is it over? Is my life over? As crazy as it may sound, I’ve been thinking about this recently. I just turned 28, and I’ve been thinking, is this it?
By Ricky Sanchez5 years ago in Poets
With a pencil ready, I used to draw now my shaky hands won’t cooperate. I see double. Is this a wretched flaw? No, my sharp words have learned to compensate,
By KJ Aartila5 years ago in Poets
I remember the young shy girl I used to be A shy chubby brown skin girl with low self-esteem Searching for the attention of boys to validate her beauty
By Nathalie Clair5 years ago in Poets
Inside the dark shadow, my Milky way path thrusts in puzzled mystery wandering on the cosmic implications of the graceful reality that are bound to be reflected within the clasped boundary of fleeting moments
By Suntonu Bhadra5 years ago in Poets
I know I have lot to say, However, I never said what I felt. Why is it so, We’ve hidden so much, Of what we’ve felt,
By Sahil Patel5 years ago in Poets
My Boat Is On The Shore by My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee!
By Mohsin5 years ago in Poets
The daisy scatter'd on each mead and down, A golden tuft within a silver crown; (Fair fall that dainty flower! and may there be
By Son Sim5 years ago in Poets
Watching you sleep Now a favourite past time Your angelic face so lovely It is in these moments I forget All the ups and downs we’ve had
By Mumma Bloom5 years ago in Poets
Hands. To me they are magic incarnate. The way they move, subtle, precise, artful, storied. The endless possibility they communicate in elegant birdlike gestures. The incredible perceptiveness of fingertips, brushing warm skin, soft cloth, cold metal.
By Rosie Hamilton 5 years ago in Poets
