Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
want to be real, to me, saying B, and still saying B, without falling in C. I am numb, in a falling dream of mine,
By The Mager5 years ago in Poets
It permeates the deepest woods; an echo of the ancient cry sent to rally forth the troops. We link the chains across the land
By Tree Langdon5 years ago in Poets
Pulled by desires poison habits to stay with the old version of me but I refuse to settle for mediocrity Because I can strike history
By Zahra Ali5 years ago in Poets
Evil is red, White is pure. How can we be sure, that our life isn't just a game? It's like a rollercoaster of emotions.
By Priscilla Oki5 years ago in Poets
"It all started when..." No, delete that, "He sat and stared..." No! Start again! No thoughts, no words, no flow, Just an empty page.
By Charlie Lewis5 years ago in Poets
I found this piece of Birthday Cake, on the side of the road. It looked like someone dropped it, and happened to explode.
By Bret Crow5 years ago in Poets
The whimsical woman was hard to control From the day she was born her mind was her own Though shadows and darkness lingered near
By SouloCircus5 years ago in Poets
Have you ever felt so little? At wits' end but stuck in the middle? Is it April yet? I'm ready for things to bloom Maybe fill the void with love
By Erman Baradi5 years ago in Poets
Beast of metal travel a bleak black road, with precious cargo towards safety they go. Whilst great red beasts protect the back,
By Amy Bell5 years ago in Poets
You are capable of many great things And with great effort, you may grow wings. But for this seed, it will take time to bloom.
By Kirk Pineda, LMHC (aka "DEUXQANE")5 years ago in Poets
This holiday season I feel like the best way to stay mindful of our budgets and our environmental impact is to just think simple and keep the original spirit of the holiday in mind during every moment of our lives. Love and charity are sustainable gifts and I would like to see them passed around like wildfire, so I wrote a little Holiday poem about it:
By Tonya 5 years ago in Poets
People may say you are broken and you yourself may believe it, but don't you know that the cracks are how the light enters and radiates out of you?
By Chickadee5 years ago in Poets
