inspirational

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

Broken Sunshine
Her smile radiates warmth to others. She shines so bright to overcome the darkness that is crept into her heart. The pain does not diminish her; where it makes her stronger.
By Lestin Wilson5 years ago in Poets
Hopelessly Hopeful
When I was young and life was yet to me a song unsung. I had a conundrum a lack of epiphany and a disconnection from everyone and everything that was very unforgiving. Now that I'm older and more experienced, I still make decisions that tend to leave me depressed and Delirious, but I wake for another day. There's no reason not to try if I want to I can lay down and die, but why cling to such a miserable existence? There is hope if I look for it, there is love if I will receive it, there are things I can do for others rather than myself that can add to my overall sense of well-being and health, isn't there? First I know I have to learn to help myself, or I will have not much of anything to give to anybody else. So as these pains in trying times continue to collide with my own and others judgemental eyes. I learned give it a go regardless of how I feel inside. Decisions made from feelings rip a person to shreds by the end of every day on into evening, not knowing. What way is up only looking for that sleep or tiny piece of death, short lived relief from planet earth, it's inhabitants, and the goings on there of.
By Gary5 years ago in Poets
The library of souls
“Imagine if you will, there is a library of lives. Bare with me for a second, just one second I swear, think of each book in this enormous library contains a story, a perspective of life from each soul that ever lived or will. A library with countless aisles that seems to go on infinitely, Imagine how many of these books you’ll never read or even impact the particular course of their own history or the path its heading. Picture if you can how you’re nothing but a side character or a supportive role in all the lives you influence on a daily basis and vice versa. How many lives you’ll only read about and how many have never even been written yet. Even worse yet how many stories are nothing more than a rerun episode, you’ve read a millions of times and are tired of reading.
By Jordan A. Burgh5 years ago in Poets
Absolution
It's all just too familiar. The guilt where she rests her head. They say her faults don't merit it, Yet she lives in sorrow and dread.
By Joseph Walker5 years ago in Poets
The Flooded Path
Today I was running along my usual path. Splashing through small pools of water and crunching branches beneath my feet. ...
By Derek Evers5 years ago in Poets
HINDRANCE
The pain inside blocks the happiness from light trying to forgive and forget but its hard to face your fears with the face of a smile but underneath a frown. I want to be happy!! Weapons of mass destruction as the time ticks. what's next?? Will you proceed. The mind loading for corruption, but the other half telling me no and live for the 3 innocents. Love and cherish every moment. However the sign of weakness cause to give up as the delicate fights with the harsh. Causing to be detained by the mind and controlled by the heart. What should be done? Exercise the body, time to think, as the depression start to proceed without control. Letting emotions out until there's none left. Can cause either corruption or companion. As the vision is saw but a wall in the way as the whole world stop spinning and starting to slowly float away.
By aleasha coleman5 years ago in Poets
A Beam of Light
Better days are ahead, but you cannot reach them if you keep looking back. Just make sure you put the past to bed and keep your eyes forward and on track.
By Chickadee5 years ago in Poets
Speak, Daughter
I was my mother’s daughter, Long before I would become My father’s voice. The women in my family, Carried a history of oppression
By Starlight5 years ago in Poets
BreakThrough
Breakthrough Many moments of life, we will never understand Individuals we meet, that through life, refuse to hold our hand
By Elsa Romero5 years ago in Poets
Dawn of a new day
You've had a bad day and you want it to end You're spouse divorced you and your heart needs to mend The boss told you to get a new job
By Vince Coliam5 years ago in Poets
A love letter to Grief.
Grief. A wound that needs more. Deeper healing, stronger pursuit. Surrender is my teacher. I lift up my hands. Despite the way memory still shackles me.
By Lily Pearl M. Yang5 years ago in Poets
Financially Fearful
The love of money has been dubbed the "root of all evil" Christ said in his word, that "it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of Heaven."
By Jose Wright Jr.5 years ago in Poets