Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Every word you speak into the ether has the same weight. Whether it's a megaton explosion, Or the tender kiss of an angel upon the listener's brow,
By Berdi Daniels5 years ago in Poets
Born so innocent and sweet into a world that once held so much promise, and then turned to hate. Growing more everyday it is hard not to turn bitter, and consumed by rage.
By Kristina White 5 years ago in Poets
Remember Child By Christy Goodrich My child again you come to me, Filled with tears, And overwhelmed with fears, In trials once more you’ve lost your sight
By Christy Goodrich5 years ago in Poets
I wake to wonder if my existence is fake, yet I sit and ponder what life is like yonder, but sometimes I feel like this life is something I can't get or grasp.
By Mark lewis [bitwima]5 years ago in Poets
I finally see myself reflected in the mirror I see every flaw, scar, and imperfection Even through all that I see the strength, beauty, and hope
By Ariana Micheal5 years ago in Poets
Think of why you live and why you grow Could it be the importance of how you was raised Maybe its the way your people where brought up
By Tecoria Savage5 years ago in Poets
I sit on the ground, covered in dust. Around me is the rubble. Shards of glass glittering in the sunshine, Splinters splayed along the concrete.
By Holding Hands With Shadows5 years ago in Poets
The shadow that floods the currents below the surface Will drown by the hand of the waves The light that penetrates the murky rapids
By Sarah Massey5 years ago in Poets
I want you to lean into this season of your life. Trust that revival is growing in the seeds you’ve planted. The waiting is never wasted.
By Lily Pearl M. Yang5 years ago in Poets
Go big or go home they say. But what if you can’t go big? Don’t worry about going big, Go steady. Maybe your biggest feels miniscule.
Listen to the mirror -- The mirror speaks truth, your ears cannot fathom. The mirror sees things, your eyes play tricks.
By Katie Dawn5 years ago in Poets
There is a place that exists on no map. A place frozen in a moment. Where originality blooms ready for the harvest. A place that refuses to age.
By David Fournier5 years ago in Poets
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