Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
There is a knock on the door Yet I sit on my couch watching TV There is a knock on the door Yet I sit on my couch reading a book
By Nicholas Gilbert5 years ago in Poets
Moving across the nation, leaving behind all that I know to come to a place where I know very few. People say that's strength.
By Rachael J. Davis5 years ago in Poets
From the days of walking in crib, It was all about making big steps, watch the sugar intake but maintain a high level,
By Sean Noble5 years ago in Poets
Oh gentle heart, Warrior of a different kind. May faith impart, A more benevolent mind. Your so brave, Warrior of a different kind.
By Corrin Harris5 years ago in Poets
She gives of herself because she is full, abundant, whole. The blossoms and fruit fall and spread with no danger to the roots
By Amelia Grace Newell5 years ago in Poets
Pallbearers Check on your family. Water yourself; You need love and care. You are the flower. You are the vase. You are the pot in the windowsill.
By K. Barrakuda 5 years ago in Poets
To you I say, I should've listened. Some days I know I don't speak your language; syllables of fuzzy coloured fragments. Your bright wit takes you to the top of my trusted list, and so I say, I should've listened.
By Oak Mountain5 years ago in Poets
The lighthouse never knew what it means. See, how the shipwreck blossomed into coral reefs. The flowers became berries just waiting for the thieves.
By Blaine Lindsey5 years ago in Poets
Hold on It will get better Today is bleak. And I feel weak. I’m tired, I feel like a flat tire. This is not what I desire.
By Erica Jordan5 years ago in Poets
The confused soul remains unfulfilled, the agitation breaks the body, And the mind cannot sleep. Turning and tossing every night,
By Sumi 5 years ago in Poets
I’m finding magic in the little things Feeling the energy of housemates shift after a freshly cleansed home That I poured love and intention into
By Emily S.5 years ago in Poets
Here it goes again Here It goes again the same little game The game we all drag on to far The little game markers nearly faded
By Autumn Larson5 years ago in Poets
