Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I dwelled in the dungeons I walked through the wasteland I crawled through the madness My hands now wet with insanity and I'm losing my grip,
By Dr Strange K.5 years ago in Poets
I've been pushed around you've knocked me to the ground I've spent half my life on my knees But now I can stand alone
By Red Skye5 years ago in Poets
In riches and peaceful paradise I’m an African child Born into the harsh weather I’m an African child Who must trench further
By Onyeka Onyeche5 years ago in Poets
I'm on hold, I think. I don't know what else to call it. It seems as though I'm waiting for something. I'm not sure exactly what it is but it's clear that it hasn't reached me yet.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice5 years ago in Poets
White gloves and surgical masks mark the dark ages of our day. News casts and media folk say “Stay at home, stay six feet away”.
By Lil Osiris5 years ago in Poets
Living with a chronic illness; but many, that’s the hardest to deal with. My Name is Erica and I’ve got more illnesses, most you’ve probably have never heard of.
By Erica Jordan5 years ago in Poets
What does it mean to endure? What is the definition of perseverance? What is a prime example of persistence? When is the best time to reinforce patience?
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
I’m the only one that can change me that’s probably why I struggle with changing I see the the first step I need to take
By Kaitlan Clinefelter5 years ago in Poets
From the richest hues of the darkest Blues, To the brown, beige skin of our indigenous kin You are beautiful! You are worthy!
By Lion Queen5 years ago in Poets
Ha... I’ve seen this place before… In my dreams... No… This seems a little more real… Feet firmly planted I remove my shoes, allowing the sensations from my sole to comfort my soul…
By Panda of Pandemonium5 years ago in Poets
Where are you? How are you? What do you look like? Have I met you before? Have we spoken because if not, where are you?
By Lone Wolf5 years ago in Poets
The very air around me takes a breath and hushing holds it. Soft seeds of salt slide down my cheeks. It's dark. So very dark.
By Judey Kalchik 5 years ago in Poets
