inspirational

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

Don't Throw The Fight
Don’t Throw the Fight Panting; gasping for air, Ears peeled for the buzzer blare. When the end is nowhere in sight,
By Hannah Hooper5 years ago in Poets
Too far and to farther than beyond further
I am a wave tossed in the ocean, I am the wind above the air, I am the spirit to my soul, I am the fruits of my flesh.
By Bruce Sakindi5 years ago in Poets
Work
The place you melt It’s hard to focus But you dealt The callouses break If you’re lucky it’ll be the place you thrive
By Rachel Wright5 years ago in Poets
They Call Me Rainbow
My truth is my savior, my purpose, my light. By telling my story, I become ~ Rainbow Right! They call me Rainbow, can I tell you why?
By Lisa Rainbows 5 years ago in Poets
No matter
Let me tell you No matter the struggle No matter the pain You will get through this It will not be left like an ugly stain.
By Corinne Del Cid5 years ago in Poets
So What
So what she's a little bent. So what So what she has more than A few cracks So what So what she cries about everything So what
By Laura Gray5 years ago in Poets
The Walk
Underneath the morning overcast with the fresh morning dew. In my right hand a light blue leash, in my left, pink miniature bags
By George Pappas5 years ago in Poets
Cut Flowers
There’s some photos on the fridge, reminders of people and pets, places and things. Happy reminders of our personal lives, past and present.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
The Rhythm in Her Heart
THE RHYTHM IN HER HEART Her prayers and tears Gradually came to an end Or so she thought But the rhythm in her heart never stopped.
By Yekinah Alimi5 years ago in Poets
Delisa
My truest friend. Delisa. You are the aqua-engaging soul. Brilliant blues running wild and sometimes late. My friend of so many countless years; your soul supports the middle of the heavy Zephyrhills mega water pack. Remember that they always told us to gather our bottled water from the middle first and it would be easiest. How right they were!
By Raissa Dassel5 years ago in Poets
Colorful Bodies
Born seeing the world through kaleidoscope eyes Rivers of rainbows rushing through our veins Paint covered fingertips ready to decorate the walls
By Leah Oviedo5 years ago in Poets
Freckles
When I was ten years old, I developed freckles, and cried for days. I hated them. I didn’t like the way the dark spots stood out,
By Kaiya Christiansen5 years ago in Poets