inspirational

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

Yesterday
Yesterday it seemed that every rose In Fort Greene Opened, petals flung wide to catch The sun, or just the warmth of humans
By Kate Seward5 years ago in Poets
Halt
“Woah, wait up - halt! Instead of registering faults, why don’t we open up the vaults and unleash what we have wrought: The fusion of mentality and heart
By Joseph Severo5 years ago in Poets
Liver, Dyer
“Liver, dyer; Lover, fighter; Wonder why-er; Soul survivor; Role reminder: ‘Old’ supply your higher caliber analogies,
By Joseph Severo5 years ago in Poets
Turn the Dial
“Slanted lines and scant replies remind me that I can’t deny what rants inside - Pour plants in pieces, pots, and pans -healthy habits how they help the style to flower, flourish, foliate the art all while the poet shows some personal growth;
By Joseph Severo5 years ago in Poets
A Life Rearranged
“Currents, they stroll; Deterrents take toll - tally up on the soul; Saddle up - time to go! No rigamaroll! Low stigma can float,
By Joseph Severo5 years ago in Poets
The Precipice
I'm running through the warm sand, excited with the anticipation of tepid salt water splashing against my skin. The smile on my face must be exuberant. The water will be a welcome, temporary relief to a permanent sun.
By Kiley-anne Curreen5 years ago in Poets
against the rain
I played against the rain tonight. With Melody and grit I played against the rain. - Each chord and note I fought But to Storm I was unfit.
By Ross Pelham Austin Lockhart5 years ago in Poets
Natural Born Performer
“Natural born performer: Spawned to entertain, inform, and humor other humans - warm their hearts, protest for equality, promote community, and everlasting unity, produce classic creations, then, go down as a sensation, build a business, begin a family, contribute, up the output
By Joseph Severo5 years ago in Poets
yoga
softening what tries to be iron but isn’t, the talkative branch that clangs against the house i'sn’t brave. i walk through
By Thomas Mattson5 years ago in Poets
Bursted Bubbles
“Bursted bubbles I was trapped in -tapped into potential; Humbled, but self-worth is vital - Vibe reverb is tidal - Claimed my title at the rap recital;
By Joseph Severo5 years ago in Poets
Freezing
“- Freezing - Freaky season - Seek the freedom; The seer sears fleeting feelings falling from the ceiling; Sealant sealing fears found under feet,
By Joseph Severo5 years ago in Poets
My Reality
I am sick and tired Of being sick and tired Mentally, physically this illness is killing me, not literally but it’s sucking the life from inside of me.
By Totfish’s Tales5 years ago in Poets