Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
A rhythm exists in each of us, a vibration which when understood allows us to smoothly, sensually and prosperously dance our way through life.
By Alessandra (Author of Soulphoria, A Provocative & Practical Approach to Spirituality)5 years ago in Poets
Winter outside my window freezing air howls to the moon ice covered winter Night luminous night sky our dreams and fears dance your stars
By Miranda James5 years ago in Poets
Rising of the sunlight and the breaking of the dawn, Droplets of the dew, hearts that then were drawn, The toil of yesterday and the hope for what’s in store,
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
Strength does not, have to be Physical It does not, even have to be Visible But that doesn't mean, it is not The old concept, should be
By Brynmawr "miniman" Jackson-Hyatt5 years ago in Poets
I have danced with the devil, I marched to my own drum. I haven't been a king, But knew the pauper and pawn are roles better than most
By Orion Ogma5 years ago in Poets
Through the meadows where the wild flowers grow, you run with the winds so free. To the place apon the shore,there by the sea.
By Beem Power5 years ago in Poets
dear success, I feel you, but I cannot see you I want you, but I cannot get you I need you, but I you are to far to reach
By Nigel Kayz5 years ago in Poets
The dancing flamingo had the energy and stamina of the city Streets of New York never felt more lively He generously shifted through the space with an open heart
By Dancing Dumpling5 years ago in Poets
Michigan Here I go missing him. Why ? I was flying to you. There, I was flying to you in Michigan I was bearing my soul again.
By Erica Jordan5 years ago in Poets
We are the music, we are the song We are the instruments that play along We are the drums that keep up the pace And we hold the line like we’re playing bass
By Amanda Konatsotis5 years ago in Poets
Carousel of Souls A tenuous shadow Like a flickering flame, My soul ebbed and flowed Till once more it came.
By Leslie Perkel5 years ago in Poets
Words - Are they just letters to you? Thoughts - Plain mental activities only? And Wishes – Just a yearning for something?
By Josephine Crispin5 years ago in Poets
