Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
People always talk of How we affect The children in our lives But they have it backwards Their impact on us is greater
By Mike Ball5 years ago in Poets
This is dedicated to the sad one. Don't be sad you should be glad. That you had a burden taken off your ass. I'm not sad, hell I’m not even mad because the decision was to make an honest bag.
By Jasmine Turner5 years ago in Poets
From my head to my toes, Will anyone ever know? How much love is in me for me? My hair almost soft to a baby's bottom,
By Shanaeka Jean5 years ago in Poets
Do not lose your light. Even when things feel uncertain and the dawn forgets to come do not lose your fire hold close your inner sun.
By R.A Falconer 5 years ago in Poets
The Road I Never Took. A Verse Free Poem About Missing Opportunities. Life is a phenomenon which cannot be explained,
By Ali5 years ago in Poets
It hurts. Or it hurts just until or feels numb and cool against the air, the presence of something intangible taking over the sharp sensations.
By Elysse5 years ago in Poets
When one only has eyes of lust, nothing remains of what one see, as everything was just reduced, to a call in the body.
By The Mager5 years ago in Poets
Just because I focus my entire small being On every iota of inspiration Or that I have a thousands of eyes cleaving everything
By Lady Headlamp5 years ago in Poets
To rise from ashes, Of a fruitless life. Why try, you will never sever your chains, Voices constantly say holding fast,
By Orion Ogma5 years ago in Poets
I will do better I tell myself everyday, But everyday is not better, Everything falls to the wayside, And I look on, just look,
By Alisia5 years ago in Poets
Keep your head up high, don't ever stop reaching, reaching for the sky. Keep moving, smiling, and living. I have fond memories, memories of your unselfish giving.
By Kiesha Haughton5 years ago in Poets
Outside the béguinage in Bruges a widow sits beneath a tree. Old fingers tie the knots of lace, white cotton filigree.
By Scott Blackmer5 years ago in Poets
