Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Many people believe that lasting romances or marriages depend solely on love. But reality suggests that love alone is often not enough.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing21 days ago in Poets
In the centre of town, there's a hill. They call it Steep Hill. Climbing it is a genuine fight I'd recommend…
By Moon Desert21 days ago in Poets
~Alisha~ What it Means: A protector or advocate for people who lack voice or power * Words That Describe the Name: ALISHA
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️21 days ago in Poets
When I turned seventeen I thought I knew it all. I danced, I laughed, I knew my truths, I stood up firm and tall. - But when I reached nineteen, I learnt I didn’t know so much,
By Latisha Fairfull22 days ago in Poets
Garden sleeping now spring’s magic wand waves floral paradise appears. The dormant garden will wake up as the temperature rises in spring. A riot of colors will make it a floral paradise.
By Seema Patel22 days ago in Poets
Tiny acorns fall belittle not, they create a vast oak forest. This season, there are many acorns beneath the oak trees. If given the right conditions, the acorn can become a forest, giving life and sustenance to many.
The Window Child She waits by the window, pale and small, No laughter answers her quiet call. Books are her friends, their voices glow,
By C.M.22 days ago in Poets
Not furnace nor flame -- Hope smolders as the ember hidden in the ash.
By Sonia Heidi Unruh22 days ago in Poets
Fullness Without Sound — A Song of Sacred Silence Verse 1 In the quiet of the morning, when the world is still asleep,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior22 days ago in Poets
Verse 1 I love you in the quiet, where the tender secrets live, In the spaces without language, in the gifts I cannot give.
This is what his family wanted, but I'm not his MOTHER! This is what his family wanted, but I'm not his CHILD! This is what his family wanted, but I'm never his GRANDPARENTS!
By 365poetry22 days ago in Poets
More Than Flesh Verse 1 Not every man walks in with hunger, Not every touch is meant to claim. Some arrive like quiet blessings,
