Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Hearing him laugh, was odd. His posture was upright – slovenly, and yet – somehow, well dressed. He had two different socks with quickly, groomed hair. There was a stain - tucked under - his jacket sleeve.
By Athletiks MB5 years ago in Poets
What the future may hold Lay in present thought, to be told With arms to hold Hands to create Arms, thoughts, Intent to mediate
By Andrea Anzalone5 years ago in Poets
On what grounds doth thou proceed with such strength, that tribulations of the mind recess, and bow to all before you at arm’s length?
By David Louis Stanley5 years ago in Poets
Change in appearance, attitude and personality can be a scary thing to friends and family. But that change might be to you
By Verity Greene5 years ago in Poets
I always knew that death would come to everyone eventually, but it does not matter how much you prepare or see it coming.
By Sandra 5 years ago in Poets
I see gridlines in the sky A map of all we are A map of where we are & where we’re gonna be Known by fate before first breath the last of all my kind
By Weslyn Wolven5 years ago in Poets
I am a pencil Ever so new and ever so old I am treasured like gold For all that could be told I am the pen That makes such a beautiful stroke
By Autumn Larson5 years ago in Poets
I. Our attention was squandered Spent like loose change Collected at bottom of purses- Forgotten in pockets like lint. We claimed it precious
By Katrina Thornley5 years ago in Poets
Folding a Shirt as I fold a shirt a smile washes over me he's getting so big Hope a bright horizon inspires and motivates
By Miranda James5 years ago in Poets
A little sad, A little frustrated Either way I know Im gonna make it Either way I know that I can take it Ask me how, Im a black women in this lane
By Mousiké5 years ago in Poets
SWEPT AWAY BY THE RAGING WATERS OF THIS VAST RIVER OF LIFE QUICKLY FILLING AND POURING OUT OVER THE BANKS OF MY BEING
By Tracy Johnston5 years ago in Poets
The Sun. A ball of nuclear energy floating in space, providing the energy for life to exist on earth. Without it's light, we would be lost.
By E. Garcia-James5 years ago in Poets
