Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
GIVE IT UP Early morning in the bed, something strange got into my head, few moments ago I was dead, ”you was like a log” they said.
By Muhammad Saad Shabbir5 years ago in Poets
Voices ring across the open spaces, Bright melodies, sounding and resonate Upon the breath of the wind’s embraces, To take me away to where dreams await.
By Julie Buchy5 years ago in Poets
The wild horse beckons, showing me the way through fields of lavender and patches of deep green I walk gloriously barefoot, captive in a gentle sway
By A.M.Radulescu5 years ago in Poets
I am Goddess of drum circle dances. Sand sprays staccato around cosmic feet. Influencing tribe with fleeting glances. Each resonant rhythm my movements meet.
By Sky5 years ago in Poets
I am lucky to have known and loved many beautiful, strong and generous women in my life But one stands above them all My maternal grandmother
By R.S. Sillanpaa5 years ago in Poets
Step out of your existence and take a deep look within See your life beyond currency , bills, endless ‘to do’ lists Who are you truly satisfying?
By Filza Chaudhry5 years ago in Poets
my hair, a dusty halo - frizz and knot, freed from braids and buns, the comb and brush on standby 'til more civil times. the hot
By Dane BH5 years ago in Poets
I think I finally understand it. Why the past makes us so melancholy. It’s the joy and innocence- felt as kids, this grown up world is so mean and ugly.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 years ago in Poets
It's like standing on the edge of a cliff You know what's coming You know the choice you have to make You keep pretending, don’t you?
By Randa Ray5 years ago in Poets
First of December, two-thousand and eight. I hear the ambitious call of summers lust. Summer is now, the opportunists await;
By Louise Spathonis5 years ago in Poets
The sun was cruel against my skin that day My self and I sat by the broken wall the wind pulled my skirt, begging me to play
By Ciara McGregor5 years ago in Poets
Bliss will be your checkmate By Sunflowers are always in pursuit of the sun, Yearning to absorb its light, After dusk they wait eagerly,
