inspirational

Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.

What Now?
What Now? You get up. Surrounded by darkness. You don't know what's coming. Each day sounds the same. Pain. Misery. It hurts. You feel it inside. Maybe it's boredom. Maybe it's signs of depression.
By Ray Calleja5 years ago in Poets
Our Truth
Our Truth Might we all speak our truth In a plethora of ways Not only by our words But in every breath every day,
By Louise Lovett5 years ago in Poets
mornings
New days quietness is to look forward to on an early morning. Feeling like you can do just about anything you want to do then.
By dezblue5 years ago in Poets
LIFE
What can I say about life You really wanna live It.... Forget picking up the knife You might aswell just give It.... There’s more to life than seeing
By Haychie_Artist5 years ago in Poets
Full Circle
“While we navigate by the sheer will of heart and mind and Reality’s Divine Grace, we are all blown by gales of fortune
By Zenster5 years ago in Poets
Dream of the Soul
Dream Of The Soul For life it seems to have the divine way, A soul must suffer, tortured in the game. Of love they twist in gleams of sunshine day,
By Evelyn Turner5 years ago in Poets
The Fiercest Warrior
I used to write of beautiful things, Love and hugs and sweet reminiscing. Your soul, my soul as one we become Into this world, our love has only begun
By Midnight Blue5 years ago in Poets
To the spider living in my car wing mirror
We've formed quite a bond these past few weeks, I often see you come out to take a little peak. We've spent so much time together that you've become a part of my car,
By Lucy Joanna5 years ago in Poets
We Can Do Something
As I sat in my bed My mind faded to another place A place that I knew so little about It is often looked upon in disgrace
By Tina S5 years ago in Poets
The Next Part of Me
It's a changed thing when it moves inside me with a new ring in my ear and a bounce in my step and a centering of my cerebellum
By Natalie Felix5 years ago in Poets
A Walk in the Dark
It's always this sense of hopelessness The skills I have or lack thereof Everything is less than good enough Longing for a sense of creativity
By AlexZi5 years ago in Poets
Sharing Hope
Now here we are. It’s twenty-twenty one, and it’s off to a good start. I can already feel the burning in my heart. And I have been thinking long and hard about what I hope to accomplish while letting go of the past. No more smoke and mirrors or watching it all burn to ash.
By True Whispers5 years ago in Poets