inspirational

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

Level-Up
Balanced…. That’s how they envision me. Not too emotional…or too clingy…or too distant…or too…. Mouthy. Just….”normal”
By Lisa Johnson5 years ago in Poets
Self-Care Rebel
You’ve heard of self-care, but what is it even? Been told it’s a crime to take time for yourself, committing treason
By Amanda Mertz5 years ago in Poets
Essence of the Scoop
We are all ice cream in a crispy wafer cone Cool, calm and fresh in our refrigerated home Afraid to leave our icy zone
By Conny van Balen5 years ago in Poets
Shadows Of Summer
Thou tiniest dreams. Skys so blue of colours of seas. Cabins of wood,running streams. Scents of sweet peas. Nature walks, hand and hand.
By Cathy Deslippe5 years ago in Poets
My Heart is a Snow Globe
In my mind’s eye there is a golden summer memory so sweet. I wish I could keep it locked in a snow globe hidden apart, So that when life becomes difficult- I could use it as a secret retreat.
By Katie L. Oswald (BookDragon)5 years ago in Poets
Coordination
You took a walk, and you came to my bathroom. A long distance from up there, but you are also everywhere somehow. I sensed your presence
By Anthi Psomiadou5 years ago in Poets
The Tide Rolls In
I stroll along the shore as fades the day, Clear footprints mark the path that I have gone; With face upturned to catch each warming ray,
By Maryalice Wood5 years ago in Poets
Open Mic Night
The translucent light is focused on me before my words run, Leaving my concerns to form an embryo of language I breath, Then release into the microphone to travel through wires of sound systems,
By Aaron Rivera (aka NABU)5 years ago in Poets
Summer Songs
In summer, nature sings her grandest song For many voices cry resounding calls The crickets, frogs, and birds all sing along
By Julie Lacksonen5 years ago in Poets
Summer Sky
Air rushed from the already-open door hits my body with a cold touch so strong, blood pumping and heart dropping to the floor
By Michael Owczarek5 years ago in Poets
Last day before the big journey
Moving away is never easy. I know this from my own experience: coming to North America was my biggest desire and plan since school years. First, I took part in Flex program in high school, but successfully failed it, then I tried again after the second year in my Ukrainian university. For the the second time I wasn’t accepted.
By Katya Volchkova5 years ago in Poets
Still Pale White
Here I stand in front of the mirror; two of me. One inside the shiny glass and one outside. Living in the margin of a world gone crazy,
By Susana's World5 years ago in Poets