inspirational

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

Hidden Beauty
This is a curse not a gift this is a skin condition It's the type where tumors mess up your skin Not one of my ambitions
By Dina Platt5 years ago in Poets
23
Wow, so here we are, stroke of midnight Waiting as the clock tick tocks Remembering my childhood dreams Analysing my previous childish mischievous schemes
By Harydo Neon5 years ago in Poets
SOME
Lights, Revealing, Some blinding. Wise men, Honest, Some deceitful. Addictions, Life-threatening, Some life-saving.
By Omar Gonzalez5 years ago in Poets
GONZALEZ
The Name, Passed down to me at birth. The Demons, Synonymous with the name. The bane, Although undesired, I never had a choice.
By Omar Gonzalez5 years ago in Poets
A View On Intention
... Intention Is not our actions rather, what we hold to when we act; nor is it preconceiving - it is not an expectation,
By Stiven Espinosa5 years ago in Poets
My Identity
From birth I was a woman first Don't need heels and skirts To proclaim my worth Sneakers and sweatpants Don't make me want to be a man
By Shiquita James5 years ago in Poets
After The Abyss
When I get a glimpse of who I was before everything burs together. I paint these parts of myself with nostalgia. The rain is less inconvenient.
By Nicole Campbell5 years ago in Poets
Friendships Are Rare
How rare is it To find a rare friend That completes you A bond between friends that can’t be broken A bond of sharing of secrets and other things.
By Shellie Hammons5 years ago in Poets
The Cage.
The Cage. Tell me your problems and I’ll show you the way. It’s time you get yourself out of the cage. Day in and day out the same game every day.
By Crystal Boswell5 years ago in Poets
Step One
It's hard to admit that I put so much over what should have been so important to me. It's also hard to distinguish fantasy from reality.
By scarlette brisher5 years ago in Poets
Whiskey Neat
One slip, word vomit. One taste, actual vomit. The presence is intoxicating. So slippery of a slope, it can be nauseating.
By Sydney Field5 years ago in Poets
Wicked words
You whip me wrathfully with your wicked words. Words like useless and underachiever. Words like lazy and unmotivated. Sometimes those wicked words wrap themselves around me and settle in deep as though I had walked through a barb wire fence, metal carving into flesh.
By Christopher Garner5 years ago in Poets