inspirational

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

Restless Rustling
Restless; a stirring inside, Outward movement I cannot hide. Like leaves rustling in the wind, *The wind not seen* But its effects displayed on widescreen.
By Hannah Hooper5 years ago in Poets
What's Behind the Eye of a Gemini?
What’s behind the eye of a Gemini? The tears that they didn’t cry, Because they are busy socializing with a friend, But be cautious dear Gemini, will this mean meet its end?
By Joyce Kay5 years ago in Poets
Tones of Timberwolf
“Tones of timberwolf when working: Gray areas require the finest lines - It is I who place them - Facts - I face them; Black and white thinking more dull than full;
By Joseph Severo5 years ago in Poets
A Moment
It is a sliver of space An instance of infinite Far reaching once Nowhere going next One or thousands is life Two may be a rare chance
By EudaiLife5 years ago in Poets
Be brave in darkness and you’ll shine in light
Be brave, my child. When silence holds thousands of screams And only shelter is inside your vivid dreams, Though, even they are often wild.
By Katya Volchkova5 years ago in Poets
Reduce, Recycle and Reuse
We, as a society have a lot to be proud of, from past through to present From the invention of the wheel, generating electricity and the telephone,
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
Never Give Up
"Never Give Up" Even though it sometimes feels like it lasts forever it seems, it is not sewn into our seams, and we live on like rivers with their endless streams, because no matter how many times we hide our screams, we will transcend in our dreams,
By Troyce Reimer PeoplesPoetryProject5 years ago in Poets
𝑨 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓
𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉? 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚
By Nadia Nichole5 years ago in Poets
Imagine That
I can see things happen as they happen imagination spreading in all directions like the RKO Radio tower announcing a Saturday matinee
By Jan Portugal5 years ago in Poets
Anatomy of a Lighthouse
I am the Shamrock green of security. Attachment Theory is the spectrum on which humanity is splayed haphazardly trying to relate.
By Sky5 years ago in Poets
chakras
Look me in my eyes and tell me what you see? The universe placing its gracious seeds on me. I am made up of masses of colors that define my existence and being.
By Aairy Beezy5 years ago in Poets
Perennial
“What if I really was wrong all along? What if I was worthy of each doubt - both my own and those without? Maybe I’ve never had it in me;
By Joseph Severo5 years ago in Poets