Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I am; through years of enfolding layers and chapters of memories, kept in, and upholding silent luggage in mind, in self heart,
By Eli Johnston5 years ago in Poets
I am. A butterfly in constant transition Whose beauty knows no bounds You just have the privilege of witnessing through transparent cocoon.
By Shantel Phifer 5 years ago in Poets
Ehyeh Asher Ehyeh, Divine proclamations whispered through fire and written in Exodus 3:14 I am neither philosopher Nor betrothed to this scripture.
By Rae Janney5 years ago in Poets
What spark of luminescence shines beyond her eager eyes? Eternally enchanting as her presence serves to form a second Sun, and
By Neah Lekan5 years ago in Poets
The time has come At 10°02' Solaris has taken her place The moon poised she glows with her silver hum, Whole though physically distant
By DiDi5 years ago in Poets
From the depths of my mind earliest memories rise and one stands alone With sharp edges black like obsidian spear heads
By Jacqueline Cromer5 years ago in Poets
I. I don’t trust easily anymore in a world that always seemed subtly nefarious and now explicitly so— (Because I am older, I am older and I must know by now)
By Nines Hearst 5 years ago in Poets
WRITE IT DOWN WRITE IT DOWN ON PAPER, I tell myself as I enter the room YOUR DREAMS, YOUR PLANS YOUR PASSIONS, I glance at my self in a mirror and smile
By Jyme Pride5 years ago in Poets
i can't be sad anymore can’t be stopped by a child unborn can’t be heartbroken for a past lover’s scorn can’t be frozen by womanhood torn
By Sandy Lynn Myshell 5 years ago in Poets
I can feel the buzzing, rumbling Vibrating swarming Down inside Waggle dance ripple thrum Hive energy happiness The Glimmer flicker flash of
By Jennifer Thomas5 years ago in Poets
No one likes brown. Ask any kid. “What’s your favorite color?” No kid likes brown. Blue, purple, pink, and yellow.
By Jessica Stevens5 years ago in Poets
I am not only a moment, I am all the moments that were, that are, and will be, I transcend these three to somewhere… something of a beautiful and spiritual dimension we all know.
By Nathalie Amazan5 years ago in Poets
