Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
The first taste of a fresh strawberry pick by hand from a local farm in the July sun and then plucked from a green cardboard pint container
By Emma Bradley5 years ago in Poets
Dandelion fly into the light Make my wish come true If I was to get on a flight Where would I go to Will it be like wonderland or will it be the end
By Cora sawyer5 years ago in Poets
Stop. Breath. Relax. Jump. Don’t think too much, it will over flood your mind The sea is vast with many thoughts You mustn’t move against the waves
By Jackie Martinez5 years ago in Poets
Leon: I got shampoo in my eye DJ Nino XX: That’s why we suppose to use products with no conditions Ace: But these “PEOPLE” love they fake ass traditions then can’t understand the world’s conditions gonna be a hot summer FAITH you got air condition
By H.O.R.U.S 5 years ago in Poets
I am in this world, not of this world I crave to get up and be fed fruits and navy beans for breakfast I crave to be patient In the morning until the sun sets
By The LockOut5 years ago in Poets
I am not what happened to me I am what I choose to be Healing from my past Staying curious for what’s soon to be seen
By Brotha Love5 years ago in Poets
I look out unto a suffocating world Heart closed from what has happened in these four walls Wondering... I breathe in close my eyes
By Christopher Sferra5 years ago in Poets
If you know anything about the game Monopoly You know two things. Everyone that isn’t you is a fucking cheater. And If you roll doubles you get to go again.
By S.C. Says5 years ago in Poets
There comes a point when everyone else’s thoughts and opinions must take the backseat. And when you reach that point you also realize that everything you need is already within yourself.
By Demented Tv5 years ago in Poets
I finally decided to open my eyes The light was blinding, but I didn't let it steer me off course. I sat in it for a while.
By Ja Nelle Pleasure5 years ago in Poets
Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow Yesterday, I was just a small child Sitting alone in my room… Playing with my dolls and laughing
By Mary Boatright5 years ago in Poets
HOW do I even begin? To continue on this raging sea. To fly above the pack, making my own wind. Chasing my future self. Knowing I already had it.
By samantha tan5 years ago in Poets
