inspirational

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

Ascending in a circle
Done with writing My soul wears thin Grasping at salvation Going through the motions Just to carry on Until the light closes in
By Ian D5 years ago in Poets
Oneself
You don’t know me. Not really. No one does. I hardly know myself sometimes. The face in the mirror a stranger. The reflection aside, how do I see myself, how do I know myself? How do I find again, myself?
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
Kiwi Contemplations
Looks don’t matter in the scheme of things— Take it from me, said the Kiwi. Round, monkey brown, and covered in coarse hair,
By Katie L. Oswald (BookDragon)5 years ago in Poets
The end of each beginning
The end is near As if the beginning ever was All efforts as if the last When survival the only concern Remember the face of a girl
By Ian D5 years ago in Poets
My Way Out
I wrote my way out of depression and suicidal tendencies Found a place in me where I see possibilities Built the strength to face each day en-fueling secret vacancies
By Tyla5 years ago in Poets
Abundance
Dear Universe, May today bring abundance in unexpected ways. May today shine with new possibilities. May I do my part in the process, for it is not all on you.
By Kaitlyn Dawn5 years ago in Poets
MAYBE I AM. Honorable Mention in Masks We Wear Challenge.
Maybe I am ...A little goofy. ...Kind of flustered. ...Overthinking. ...Over-talking when I'm NOT thinking about what I'm saying.
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Poets
Little Girl
Little girl i see you standing there You seem so happy and safe Too bad your the sheep in the lions lare I wish you could see
By Mary Jenkins5 years ago in Poets
this very dream
Escaped of me this very dream Of you and I side by side Fighting the world nail and bail Until they drop us to the stop
By Autumn Larson5 years ago in Poets
The Thirty Store
Many like to Clown, hand me downs But I say pass them down I'd rather get them from you Then to go to the thrifty and pick through
By Annette Wilson5 years ago in Poets
When Dream Becomes A Motive
The dream ensnares your innocence, to chip away. Installing a judge as well the victim of circumstance. They never give you a chance to dream on your own, unless of course your proclivities are to suspect a detective of retalitory commitment, what a foe!
By Hoyt Douglas Battles5 years ago in Poets
Redefine Me
I was always labeled as ugly. Worthless. Fat. Retarded. Untrustworthy. Disrespectful. Selfish. Redefine me. I have always been told how I’m not good enough.
By Allison5 years ago in Poets