Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
To the woman who Smiles at the man Who makes the snide remark As you walk down past The street that takes you To work which pays your bills
By J. Lee5 years ago in Poets
Dear mum, ommi, ma mère… Where do I begin? You’ve gone to hell and back again and again, we all have. But no one has done it quite like you.
By Outrageous Optimism 5 years ago in Poets
Inspired by the feeling of helpless rage when you can't find the words to express yourself or defend yourself. But stillness and silence do not last forever. And when they break, when we find our voice and discover its power, we ignite with all the words we have been burning to say.
By Lili Jane5 years ago in Poets
I used to win at every game But hit me hard today things ain’t the same Gone are the times of how you cried Me telling you I’m proud you tried
By The Dani Writer5 years ago in Poets
Another noonday of bleakness, awake in Paradise with weakness! Where to turn? Where to go? Feel the burn? Earth spinning slow . . . JUST LET ME OFF!
By Tim StiX5 years ago in Poets
Speak up child, The world can't hear your voice Speak up child, You will always have a choice To be seen, to be heard
By Kristine Louise5 years ago in Poets
A peace my heart has not known Until I felt your healing presence You bless us with your forgiveness and grace Natural beauty, signs, words and other faces
A void exists within my soul A seemingly bottomless hole As I grapple with this plight My energy draining as I fight. My first instinct is to run.
I wondered through the night, In search of a restful mind. Caught in Wisdom’s sight, she asked me, “Who” am I.
By Corrin Harris5 years ago in Poets
To the girl, I knew before The one who had been called a whore The one who refused to 'stay in her place' The one who kept close ones in their embrace.
By Celeste Wilson5 years ago in Poets
Inspiration Can Be A little tomboy, covered in dirt. Mud on her face and all over her shirt. Taught by her dad ,how to build with wood.
By Cathy Deslippe5 years ago in Poets
Like a lily flower with streaks of red hoping to put your pain to bed You gather strength in showers of rain so fret not that this season has brought you some pain
By Sean5 years ago in Poets
