Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Dear Money, fuck you. Since I could remember, we were giving mixed signals. You are important and I need you. But you are not everything and don’t bring happiness.
By Jen Phillips5 years ago in Poets
You are the grand scheme of an intellectual thought Engraved in the psyche of a promised hand To be painted and crowned with great distinction
By Kevin Tennert5 years ago in Poets
...the people Were part of the problem A busy crowd Is no place for a lost child. DS Coremans - Have You Ever Been Lost, Forever Distracted By Life
By Darren Syme Coremans5 years ago in Poets
Bounded by the atmospheric safety zone, protecting from breathing out and leave the life, gasping for the end truth, living moments embraced by the enchanted momentum
By Suntonu Bhadra5 years ago in Poets
Gaze upon the world, the connection is there Triumph over the water our fair marvels Architectural divinity pure at heart
I’ve blocked my ears from the whole world Bringing me only disappointment, debilitating and dumb Feelings Not comparable to anything else
By Moon Desert5 years ago in Poets
A thunderous roar causes a quake The accompanying laughter close at hand The emotions are high at daybreak A welcoming jitter over this great vast land
Sometimes life, can feel all uphill, Which tests our strength, and our will, So many times, we hit dead ends, And nothing it seems, pays dividends,
By Alan Firmin5 years ago in Poets
No time to waste In times like these Must take action with haste Or those urges I'll please To hurt myself is not good
By Jay5 years ago in Poets
Few things feel as barren as this migrant me marching up the street beneath a midday sheath of grey a neighbour has waged war on Spring
By GeekGal5 years ago in Poets
I was assigned two colors at birth based on the tone and shape of my surface. Between my legs some folds of flesh. She is Pink! the experts express.
By V Lectrique - Jeanne Marie5 years ago in Poets
Today, I am free. Free of the procession I’ve let overtake me. Progressively eroding my confidence, my ability, my independence; I’ve let it limit my performance, unbalanced. I’ve turned over control to an unseen menace of the mind.
By KJ Aartila5 years ago in Poets
