Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
You’re a son of a bitch, you know that? because of You, I live burdened with guilt. You expect too much of me, of all us.
By Losing Interest5 years ago in Poets
Beauty Of The Sun I see the beauty of the sun Although the darkness comes I see the beauty of the earth and the universe
By Dana Toliver5 years ago in Poets
I am the sun A dangerous gravitational pull towards intensity Not a hot flash or a heat wave A constant bellowing fire
By Detrikhan5 years ago in Poets
I don’t know If anything Compares To a kiss On the cheek From a little kid -Surprise Every smile is a small victory -Single mom hope
By Leah Legault5 years ago in Poets
In the lockdown of my soul I expected the love of others To save my tormented soul Incapable of self loving anymore I blame other for not fulfilling
By Artemis Pop5 years ago in Poets
“Washed Ashore” Storms Blow & Churn The Captain Trembles No Controlling Her This Fierce Mother Tumbled by Wind & Sea
By Kristin Vander Linde5 years ago in Poets
My favorite thing about life Is that it made up of two dates and a dash, The date you were brought here And the date that you leave here,
By H Zane Herrington5 years ago in Poets
Life is like a pendulum swinging forward and back An emotional roller coaster stuck upon the track Though friends may part from the road their upon
By Randy Hall5 years ago in Poets
I built my house there Brick by brick The foundation was weak I knew this And yet I built Hoping with every tear, Sweat, and drop of blood
By Anne J. Hill5 years ago in Poets
Sometimes it sounds fun to delve headfirst into a lake of emotions Just treading over every feeling that name makes me feel
To be lonely and lost The days go by The things we see Everything we try To be found is to be heard To be known is to be seen What was found once was lost What was brown once was green
By Zen Attraction5 years ago in Poets
I pray for the ones I loved the most I pray for the ones I kept close I pray for the wounded, the sick, and the weak I pray the pain will hit it's peak
By Kate Emerson5 years ago in Poets
