Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
The alluring smell of the barbeque Tickles the thick air on this July 1st. “One burger, please, actually, make that two
By Andrea Jardine5 years ago in Poets
Colored-rays from the sun Free spirited all together as one Rolling hills and cattails Radiant field of sunflowers Sound of the noon church bells
By Robinson A. Martha5 years ago in Poets
Thirty first day in May, whilst flowers bloom, * in the year of nine-teen seventy one. * Giving honor to those who fought in troop,
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 years ago in Poets
Where is your favourite place to get some writing done? Are you a sit-in-the-corner kind of person, out the way, all alone?
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Poets
Out of the window I see it all, I smell apple pie baking until it is crisp and brown, the grass sways as the blossoms fall,
By Haseena5 years ago in Poets
Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checked by failure...than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat
By Mehmooda Jagirdar5 years ago in Poets
There are two types of people who will tell you that you cannot make a difference in this world: those who are afraid to try and those who are afraid you will succeed
Playing with Words is fun . Last longer than an hour At times you are Lost for Words You Want to be the Best
By Mariann Carroll5 years ago in Poets
unconditional love was not to be for everyday backdrops diffused with light from grandmothers dear, for the likes of me despite the blinders that blocked your insight
By Lisa5 years ago in Poets
A trillion lifetimes wandered, And the pilgrim trail arrives here, In the audience chamber Of the Queen of Tartarus. A tiny smile,
By Ivan Latham5 years ago in Poets
My mother taught me many things. She taught me to cook a warm meal. She taught me to sew and mend. She taught me that knowledge is the most important gift.
By Ciara McGregor5 years ago in Poets
At night the sun still shines It’s always there even when your low On the other side of the world A faint glow Lower than a Deep wave in the ocean
By Ariyonna5 years ago in Poets
