Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Before my birth, my Naniji had a dream, She dreamt of her daughter praying at Nanded, Nanded, sung in my mother tongue as Hazur Sahib,
By moonmeg5 years ago in Poets
Alone was not my tragedy in July of '98. Thoughts were free and passions raced 'til skies turned orange and late. Solo was my much-loved fortune compared to groups and noise.
By Michael Brennan5 years ago in Poets
I am the mist drifting throughout energies engulfed by rays of colour and light. The murmur that ripples across the sounds of whispers in the dark. The music that reaches across the parallel to immerse the soul in hidden quiet and beauty.
By Karen Eastland 5 years ago in Poets
Desires can torment the spirit You keep asking yourself why Fantasies take their toll But you know they'll never die
By DMTakeshi5 years ago in Poets
When the sky turns green And birds won’t fly, When wind doesn’t blow And hurt doesn’t make you cry When love doesn’t hurt
By Dee Livingston5 years ago in Poets
july 30th 2020 i dont feel poetry anymore. i dont feel the rush of euphoria and completion within anymore. connecting the lines together, one after the other, so they form perfect nonsense.
By Holly5 years ago in Poets
Excuse me I’m looking for the exit This universal play is getting me down I’m no longer content with lessor illusions I’ve accumulated too many wandering around
By Jan Portugal5 years ago in Poets
Is there a Bucket List? I don't really know But on it I am sure Would be an open- top Miata A gorgeous summer day A picnic in the scenic countryside
By Joan Barron5 years ago in Poets
Shall you wish to enjoin me upon a summer’s day? With me thou shalt not find yourself bored! Your body wilt "glisten" and your hair be filled with hay.
By Mary Chris Foxworthy5 years ago in Poets
Skies as clear and still as undersides Of dinner plates, so perfect, surely not A coincidence? No planes in sight. This summer lockdown, quiet, still and hot.
By Deborah Robinson5 years ago in Poets
I often wonder what life has in store for me. Will I find my life's purpose, and who I was always meant to be? When I look at others, they seem to have it all together. No worries, No cares, they're light as a feather.
By J.W. Baird5 years ago in Poets
No point of feeling down Come around hear my sound Yeah I wanna tell you something.... How I got my crown Back on Deen yeah I found
By Haychie_Artist5 years ago in Poets
