inspirational

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

Small Talk, Too
What would a world look like that nourished joy? What would small talk be like? What would the headlines in the newspapers read? What would the tabloids write about? Would anyone read them?
By @choosethesmiles5 years ago in Poets
The Fear, The Fullness, The Flower.
A high that’s humbling. Who ever told you it was not okay, to let life seep, into your veins, to get drenched in the rain,
By TARAHSHANNON145 years ago in Poets
Note to Self
I want to write when I’m happy. I want to write about the sunshine, The way it dances along the world. I want to write about the ocean,
By Holding Hands With Shadows5 years ago in Poets
Take My Hand
Stripped of peace & power, Stripped of fire & water, Bang, bang goes the heart thud goes the dream... Pieces of hate & pain,
By Natalie Felix5 years ago in Poets
Heaven
Forget what you've been told and remember today as all went well for you. But the cutthroats in the slums stalk their prey as they close in for the kill, but as foretold, low and behold, they fail; they don't reach their hill for power or treasure; they get there to be buried, to rot away of what's left to say because, in the end, forgiveness is a stiff price to pay. Still, life doesn't ask for much, well, except to be prayed for and honored. So change your mind and remember what you've been told cause your heaven isn't always made of gold.
By Mark lewis [bitwima]5 years ago in Poets
Thankyou
Thankyou to the first cal; the one made because of what you saw. Three little ones’ unattended, their guardian has neglected.
By Barbara White5 years ago in Poets
Daily Poetry Entry 1
I keep my monster.. Locked in his closet.. But the key is always.. In my back pocket.. From time to time.. It's shadow peaks out..
By Justin Koslosky5 years ago in Poets
And, she exhaled
And, she exhaled. The tension, the sorrow, the grief. She exhaled. Not because they deserved it, not because they, anything.
By @choosethesmiles5 years ago in Poets
Trust me
My Light keeps speaking to me and repeating to me “Trust me” But it’s hard when you don’t even trust yourself. I don’t want to be selfish and pray for me. Because there are so many in this world who need blessings more than me.
By Beloved Natarí Kaelum5 years ago in Poets
Warrior
The Mind Of A True Warrior by: Arthy.P I know life can get unpredictable There is only so much we can control We all have our own unique battles
By A.poems 5 years ago in Poets
Self love
Past: To the girl behind the glass: it will get worse. Then, it will be retold, get better. Time, clichéd and dense, will pass
By Sophia dos Remedios5 years ago in Poets
So, what do you know now?
I have retold my story like a skipping stone over tea and untouched tissue boxes and two glasses of Terre di Faiano. I have spilled shame over terracotta tiles,
By Sophia dos Remedios5 years ago in Poets