Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Poetry is created out of nothing—a void where our true selves live. Every beat rising to form an emotional song. A chorus of feelings unraveled by images in a Wizard's lost mind.
By Chris Madsen5 years ago in Poets
Our minds are filled to a high degree. With all that is happening, it’s time to be free. A clean canvas to start. A new beginning with a kind heart.
By Cathy Deslippe5 years ago in Poets
Song of Life I sang, but you weren’t there, I called, but you didn’t come. I offered you my finest gift, My voice, my heart, and all my love.
By Leslie Perkel5 years ago in Poets
I wish I had owned my own little house I'd settle there as quiet as a mouse, I would cook and clean, get in a tizzy
By Eric Harvey5 years ago in Poets
Their words flow like always Sharing the truth and the love and the critical, But where yesterday those words felt easy, Today they chill me, making me quake.
By Mycheille Norvell5 years ago in Poets
In the days of men and horses There was a lonely mare Stumpy and weak Wean from his mother Yearning for his first rider
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous5 years ago in Poets
Am I chasing time Or is time chasing me Choosing where I want to go Becoming who I want to be Am I feeling empty cause I lack the inner turmoil
By Tyla5 years ago in Poets
Your music is a nectar that flows Warmed honey seeping without inhibitions Emancipated and gushing forth enticingly Propagated motions, lights, sounds
By Novel Allen5 years ago in Poets
I am the eye of the hurricane An icy calm surrounded by turmoil The ocean waves pile high atop each other I am above them all looking down
By Rachel Bonin5 years ago in Poets
Every Morning, Before I leave the house, I stand in the bathroom mirror. The mask I wear to disguise my face, I hold it between
By Neon Divine5 years ago in Poets
Never ever again I’ll use my pad and pen To show my pain Insane Hurts my brain now call me Bane Off the chain now broken free
By Haychie_Artist5 years ago in Poets
I wanted to be a warrior for this generation, but this soldier has lost her battle cry. I wanted to encourage my fellow troops to fight, but when it comes to "do" I'd rather "die".
