Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Hold back your tears You are not weak Hold back your tears You are not sick To expose your feelings in front of others.
By Vinit5 years ago in Poets
Fear is gripping; like a magnet, it attracts me and holds tightly Squeezing my lungs and causing dis-ease It can enter my pores, my veins, my mind, my soul
By michelle stuart5 years ago in Poets
I hear an abnormal voice that has saved my life It’s an endearing force that has made me stronger My once darkened path, enveloped by suffocating black, now has a guiding light
By Daniel Farley5 years ago in Poets
Release of Pity These are the tides; Unneeded emotions; Dreams that go unfulfilled. I hate what I've become; Wallowing in my own pity;
By Jessica Taylor5 years ago in Poets
The Unbalance Hope floats; Freedom is close; My future is clear. The tide of tomorrow brings close the fear of the dream. Focus is not far; the want is greater than the need; fear is there but, it will never control me.
The Angel And The Mouse There's an angel on my shoulder; There's a mouse in my pocket; She tosses the boulder; He blasts the rocket.
Just Touchdown Call a Quarterback. Summer Olympic, Running with the Torch, Keep the Fire Blazing, Running to the Goal,
By Sean Noble5 years ago in Poets
The walls shake with passing cars, a stark reminder of life's fragility. They lean precariously, threatening to fall
By Moon Desert5 years ago in Poets
I’ve been looking at you for a long time now Trying my best to make excuses A yet you still don’t make a sound So then I start to become useless
By Anime Queen5 years ago in Poets
I pretend to French braid your hair as we giggle about girl stuff and sip fountain lemonade Your smile is beautiful, the last of your baby teeth sold to the Tooth Faerie for a song
By Christy Munson5 years ago in Poets
They were living their lives -breath in, breath out. They were giving their dives -splash in, climb out. They were twisting their spines
By Blaine Lindsey5 years ago in Poets
I spot the stones un-color, only by its cast of dust layering the edges. I thought, 'are these steps invisible'? One minute I can see them, again I cannot! Touching the steps in some fashion of faith,
By Hoyt Douglas Battles5 years ago in Poets
