Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Because I am. I so AM. And besides the fact that they have no idea. There is immeasurable infinite value right here
By The Dani Writer5 years ago in Poets
Fear... It stops, it blocks, its chains wrap tight like a noose Strangles, chokes, mutes, and constricts It holds tight and dares you to expose yourself
By D'Andrea Writes5 years ago in Poets
Near the tracks, became my home. Two small children, I felt alone. Husband gone for many a day. I struggled for food without pay.
By Cathy Deslippe5 years ago in Poets
There is a saying that says "Wild hearts can't be broken" But that saying is not really true. Wild hearts are wild because they have been broken.
By Yolanda Lonie5 years ago in Poets
we thought we knew everything, the generation to beat generations, but we never realized it would ache just to stay in existence and survive.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
a snapshot or two does little to tell just how much we may ache inside as heartbreaks pile up and up. we could have been forever, maybe, if that word
If you could be anything you wanted to be ..What would you be? If there were no rules or pressure in society to have a life that you hate
By Soph5 years ago in Poets
How does a human live his/her life? Through faith or through pain? Do they have the capacity to keep going Or will the terror of doubt keep them down
the reward seemed appealing enough, a real “bang for your buck” type of deal, and you thought, “why not?” since you always bet on yourself first and foremost.
It’s been one year since since normal, One year since most people were able to go out carefree, One year since most people had to give up some of their plans for what their lives would be.
By Joyce Kay5 years ago in Poets
from the weight of a million worlds, all curdling and swaying in her mind, she wanders a cityscape and dreams every dream is another place, a scene,
You sat about 6-ft away from me in the cafe; you were busy scribbling some words on a piece of paper and you had your laptop in front of you,
By Susan Lee5 years ago in Poets
