inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
The Why to Writing
When I think of great writers I think of the way they capture words to explore worlds that I previously thought only revolved in my head. They are able to use these tiny observations to show the reader their own vulnerabilities. Most writers I’ve met or known write because they have to. They have to encapsulate the imagery, the violence, and fragility of our everyday life, and that’s what I love. I love being able to read a verse of poetry and know that it stems from somewhere vital, like a vein I can see. It is very vulnerable, very revealing when reading a prose about longing, or pain, or joy. There are these moments of reverie that don’t belong to the reader, but can alter the reader's perspective and that is the beauty of writing. It is meeting someone you’ll never know in real life. It is seeing someone through the lens of ink and artwork. It lends a hand without having to be asked, and I think my love for reading has always stemmed from feeling that I could understand people, I could listen to a story and understand that struggle and triumph sometimes look the same. It is a beautiful thing that I hold dear, a talent I have honed over the entire course of my life. I’m only 24 but I feel like I see and hear and know so much about people just from reading stories about other people, and that’s the beauty. The realization that we are all connected on some field and that being a person is not always the short story we hope for. There are no happy endings, in my opinion, just happy lessons, and the lesson of writing is my favorite of all. It encapsulates the need of human connection without having to state the desperate feelings of loneliness we all experience. It is truly a gift that I cannot live without and I wonder sometimes what the point would be if I couldn’t exude my experiences onto a page and speak.
By Faith De Young5 years ago in Poets
The landscape of my Memory
You are an inkblot in the corner of my mind on a sunny summer day in July. I see you there in your chair sitting so peacefully that I could almost reach out and touch you. But the stillness tells me you are only a photograph, a memory once spent in real time. You, my beloved are a longing that lives behind these closed eyes and fills my heart with a stirring and a passion for adventure.
By Dannielle Nelson5 years ago in Poets
