inspirational

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

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Birds fly high, through golden skies Silence settles like a pause in time Shadows falling on the tallest trees We don’t see with our own eyes, we don’t think with our own minds
By Tess Rozendal5 years ago in Poets
Hero for Loving Me
If I sit for too long I remember all the bad, Every detail floods back like a horror movie on fast forward, Eventually numbness takes over,
By Kristen Renee5 years ago in Poets
A Flicker for the Frightened
A lullaby, a whispered prayer, Loving kisses on the brow, Sweet dreams wished, the light blown out, The sandman comes; he comes right now.
By Bryan R..5 years ago in Poets
The Crew
The Crew Correct p o s t u r e a must, among the seven crew team who propel this vessel by means of oars.
By Tess Timmons5 years ago in Poets
Webbing My Way To Read
At a very young age I urned to read. When one read lines to me, I memorized and played the lead. When I started school, I would carry a book in my pack.
By Cathy Deslippe5 years ago in Poets
Rose Tinted Glasses
I had always romanticized life, desperate to find beauty and meaning in even the most insignificant of things. And then the world hit me. And all of that meaning and beauty I had created in my mind seemed so naive. So I took off my rose-tinted glasses, and my world went dark.
By Emma Nicole5 years ago in Poets
Golden
I didn’t know, when we stopped to peer at owls perched in barn haylofts, felt the overhead disturbance of wings cutting cool dusk air on the bike trail,
By Adriane Giberson5 years ago in Poets
Happiness
Talk about joy, talk about happiness For our world is in so much need Incessant continuous strain of fitful darkness From men's ever generous giving greed
By Toni Cooper5 years ago in Poets
Nothing in Kansas
They say; “There is Nothing in Kansas” And I say; “I guess that is true” And I suppose there is a Nothing....
By Cait Page5 years ago in Poets
Summer Sun
Summer meant playing with cousins Until the fireflies started to dance and glide Soaring just beyond our small hands
By Regina McIntosh5 years ago in Poets
Just a sip
SPOON- I have my tea; I have my spoon. I have my favorite couch, in my favorite room. TEA- You and me are like two leaves of tea;
By Corrin Harris5 years ago in Poets
Before Picture17
08/07/17 “Before Picture” Did you take a before picture? Why not? How thoughtless. Now you won't see. Now you can't see,
By Emery Pine5 years ago in Poets