inspirational

Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.

BirdFish
Birds can't fly! At least not in this place. Swimming, they delve into the air of opposite waters. I shall learn to swim better, this grounded human animal I am. Interested no more in neutral lies.
By Hoyt Douglas Battles5 years ago in Poets
BATTLES
Going through all them battles Yeah It got me kinda rattled Nah there’s no beef In here.... I’ll cook you a cattle I’ll beat you with the metal
By Haychie_Artist5 years ago in Poets
Peace
Peace, peace, live in peace Shut your door and open your heart. Breathe deeply, and live in peace The world can be hard and intense
By Julie Lacksonen5 years ago in Poets
Distant
Feeling trapped within this hole Is there light within my soul? No one knows or even cares Feeling distant and in despair
By MICHELLE SMITH5 years ago in Poets
Life’s puzzle
There’s a piece missing. It may be lost. I’ve been looking for it, for most of my life. This missing piece of my existence.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
A Single White Rose
A single white rose swaying underneath the crooked oak tree The blood from the innocent bodies dripping while they’re heads swing from the crooked old oak tree
By EssyV5 years ago in Poets
Flying Along With Love
She tried always so hard, to let him know that she cared, to get him to love her, the way that she loved him. But she’d chosen a loner, a man who loved to roam. He seemed content to love her, but left time and time again. When he would be away. her heart would ache for him and she wished that she could fly to his side, just on the energy of her love alone.
By Rasma Raisters5 years ago in Poets
Set fire for wings
I have no time for the petty My house is on fire I have bigger buildings to build They will house the flawed though pure of heart
By Ian D5 years ago in Poets
Memories
Rivets upon rivets of memories – both dark and light Make up the many facets of years of friendship Some rivets barely scratch the superficial surface
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Poets
I’m not ablaze?
Every step had been agonizing painful, dramatic I was dying; with out realizing. That was the pavement moments ago.
By Hannah Komiske5 years ago in Poets
Weeping Willow
My heart bleeds like a weeping willow tree, Down the branches run the blood and tears of days long past Memories flood the mind and heart and not all are good
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Poets
Measure By Measure
Life as a woman in nine months will give us A gift so very precious, blessed and most rare And the years that follow thereafter bring and bestow upon us
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Poets