inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
BIRTH
(image posted to preserve original formatting/spacing) It never began or ended. I was a timeless ocean of movement and light, sound of a thin silver flute spilling waterfalls over the edge of another world that you opened wide the hands of your dreams to catch.
By Kyle Buckley5 years ago in Poets
Feel the Colors
Envision Your beauty within
By Michelle Decaire5 years ago in Poets
The seasons of life
I’ve lived a million lives. I’ve been the sad little girl who watched her family fall apart. I’ve been the kid in school whose last name has a bad reputation. I’ve been the girl who watched her family go through dark days. I’ve been the one of many young girls who cried over feeling like an outsider. I’ve been your basic, white, suburban cheerleader. I’ve been the girl in the closet lost and confused. I’ve been the one who took the path less traveled and went off into the big wide world instead of going to school. I’ve been the vegetarian hippie, who was a part of one of most unique experiences someone could ask for. I’ve been the young naive girl, in love for the first time so sure that it’ll last forever. I’ve been the girl who got her heart broke by the person she gave her whole life to. I’ve been the Woman who built her life from square one and decided to believe in and love herself everyday, regardless of what the outside world says. I’ve lived a million different lives.
By Cassidy garner5 years ago in Poets
I found it in the Trees
I found it in the trees. I found it in the way you looked at me. An old song playing, springing a memory I thought I had lost into my mind. The sun peaking through my blonde hair as my silhouette was consumed by the light. I found it staring into the moon, silently in the night. The windows down, air filling my lungs, my fingertips tracing what was right in front of me. I found it curled up in my bed telling myself everything was going to be alright. Watching the mountains be lit from behind by the sunrise. I found it in crowded rooms, and sitting alone in my room. I found it everywhere. I found it in you, me and just about everything. I found my inspiration to be in all these things.
By Cassidy garner5 years ago in Poets
