Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I used to define myself as just. Just a girl, just a name Just nobody, just going through life Just short, just fat Just weird, just a little smart
By D. R. Phoenix5 years ago in Poets
What if the sky was blue And if the grass was green Could we better lift our hearts Beyond moon and stars To places unseen
By Jen Hall5 years ago in Poets
Glitter to shine and reflect inner youth, I'm projecting my worth, My wisdom and expansive love to boot. Radiant beauty, my soul is the keep.
By Christina LaRosa5 years ago in Poets
Although my shade may be bronze, it’s not what one looks upon that counts. If one looks within, and looks past all my sins, they would find a genuine heart that pounds.
By Cookie5 years ago in Poets
Ask me my name. Inquire my worth. You're asking questions Beyond this body, my birth. Whenere to start Leads to how I stop.
I won't die today. No, I can't afford to crawl on my belly, a sidewinder-- a tumbleweed ready to let go-- a bud dropping in drought.
By SD Mullaney5 years ago in Poets
Hey there, Hey there kid walking among the masses, Hey there kid whom stands beneath the sailing gasses, A sky that shifts and turns hues before your eyes,
By Pedro Lujan5 years ago in Poets
Out of my grey days, I cast a backward glance and hardly recognize the person I see before me, for the former has passed.
By Vernal Pope5 years ago in Poets
Age bitters like a bowl of dandelion greens. Our vigor wilts: Cotton candy too long kissed by summer’s sweat.
By j5 years ago in Poets
I was eight years old the first time I wrote a poem about being fat. It was quite possibly my first real poem. The poem was about an unlovable blue cow I had
By Angel Rosen5 years ago in Poets
I am a BEing of Light and Shadow My prismatic Present of a Vessel Gifting me with not only Sight But also access to BE blessed
By Bali Swara 5 years ago in Poets
I can't be the only one who's spent many a sleepless night; Questioning life and my purpose, mind wandering. What makes me, me? How am I unique?
By Maahi Trivedi5 years ago in Poets
