Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I’m a life student, Although I’m considered intellectually and academically gifted, I'm a slow learner, and not a go-getter,
By TanYah Global5 years ago in Poets
Sitting here, Watching, Feeling the harshness of reality - Letting grief bubble up To be cleared, Wanting adult words to
By @choosethesmiles5 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I feel a sense of guilt towards the characters I have created in my unfinished novels. I have fallen in love with writing poetry and I am not sure when I will be able to finish their stories.
By Vladimir Fischer5 years ago in Poets
BLUE i know what i need to keep me whole i know what i need to fill my soul the gentle touch of a hand on my shoulder to tell me this softness i feel won't smolder
By Kim Kuznitz5 years ago in Poets
Is this really me? I see within my shadowy form a light that flickers. It grows, it diminishes, it takes many shapes. Am I the shadow or the light? Am I the darkness that surrounds me, or am I made purely of that light, that hope within?
By T. J. Hesselgesser5 years ago in Poets
Clean your house Organize all the cabinets Drop 10 pounds this year. Drop 20 pounds this year. All this busyness dresses itself up
By Breyanna Wilson5 years ago in Poets
Inside looking out I prepare to enter the practice. Lighting a candle I place it on the altar. With hands clasped together
By Tree Langdon5 years ago in Poets
oh, singing drums on the high, dark wet, biting generous full moon oh, chattering gourds with the skin of gnarled sea shells
By Tillie Camille5 years ago in Poets
Man you are the king and everyday your wisdom is required, Everyday a kingdom with the lives of your own rely on you, Tis not an easy thing to rule,
Soul cries and body shakes, Soul sighs and body aches, Soul cries and mind wonders why, Wonders why soul cries, Soul cries and weeps wail,
They say the past is the past It’s better off gone There’s nothing you can do to change it Best to leave it alone I say we better recognize
By Heather Holland5 years ago in Poets
My mom, God bless her soul. She worked hard to raise me. Baby daddy leaving her six months pregnant. Just to go smoke meth with his friends.
By Madison Busch5 years ago in Poets
