inspirational

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

The World is Too Much with Us
Listen. The world speaks for those who listen. William Wordsworth (1770-1850) may be one of the best icons to represent the Romantic Movement. With the Lyrical Ballads composed with his friend Samuel Coleridge and many marvelous poems he wrote throughout his life, Wordsworth proves to be a Master of Literature as he presents us Beauty and Truth.
By Facundo Raganato5 years ago in Poets
Sandeep Kumar Mishra Is Getting Famous Among People Through His Unique Writing Style
The unlucky reputation in contemporary poetry is 'difficulties,' as in "I've had several English and IQ graduates from 130 and I still haven't." Some poets can only read by other poets, some poets cannot be read by anybody. But it is not just about contemporary poetry. There are, still, many poets who mix intellectual skills, systematic experiments and academic learning with accessibility and personality.
By sibca awan5 years ago in Poets
Dark Night of My Soul
Dark Night of My Soul Dark night of my soul I am letting go Of my entire being Embracing your invitation to cease
By Leslie Graves5 years ago in Poets
Game Changer
His best friend picked him up the day they set him free, She told him, "Everybody's doin bad, just wait you'll see." S
By Nikki5 years ago in Poets
Released
When it comes to chasing that fast money and pushing that weight, You'll have two kinds of people, the ones who love you and a few who straight hate.
By Nikki5 years ago in Poets
Let down your guard
There is a beauty in your broken that I want you to see. Let down your guard and take that chance with me. Let go of all your fears and give into me. Your broken doesn't scare me, the beauty of your darkness is your story. Let me help you close that chapter and show you what you have. Let go of all that hold in, so I can give you that love you desire. A love to strong, a pull so magnetic. Make that move and take that risk, so let down your gaurd and let me show what my love can give you. A passion so strong, you run and hide, yet you pull me in because you can't let go of the beautiful mess we made that late August night. You grabbed my hand and it felt so right, you pulled me in and the world stopped. That ws the moment I knew, our broken pieces made us whole. So let go of your fears and let down your gaurd, and finally take that chance and give into us.
By renee stokes5 years ago in Poets
Nature's Glow
Be still walking into nature's glow Colors mix and blur as a painter blends together a masterpiece Seasons change and pictures fade but what remains
By Katelyn Doner 5 years ago in Poets
Smoky Quartz and Fluorite:
There is a permanency in death— There is no escaping from that reality. You will not wake from a dream, or simply switch on a light...
By Saroyan Coles5 years ago in Poets
Chose To See The Beauty Even When There Wasn’t Any
Let’s take a look at at how lovely we probably might have it. Choosing to recognize, and acknowledge our blessings. There is always someone in this world who has it worse then I, and then those worse off then them. Today’s a good day to grace the atmosphere with gratitude, and appreciation for any, and all goodness in our midst. I have breath in my lungs, I have freedom to choose, what I will eat, when I will sleep, who I will spend time with, and what I will do, just to name a few. My thoughts say; wow, you have no room to complain. I catch myself being irritable, or grumpy over things unqualified or deemed worthy of such clamor. I believe these times are time spent selfishly. Not being considerate of the pollution I am creating in the atmosphere, multiplying more lack of appropriate gratefulness, and gratitude, where amply due. I say today; please forgive me, I apologize for being so selfish, I guess I took for granted the many moments deserving of a grateful heart, instead wasted in discontent. Recognizing there being no true reason for grumbling, and in all actuality I might deserve to be worse off, so then causing sight to see how good I had it. Choosing now to see the beauty that surrounds me, living out gratefulness will touch the atmosphere. Perhaps this could be the remedy, as the world catches the acknowledgment of even the tiniest of good present, then now that tiny good grows. Producing a flourishing vibrant garden of thankful, grateful, appreciation even in the midst of great dismay, the notice of the good will be the focal point, which in turn will be the remedy, and the lighted pathway out, where beauty is all around us, because we created it, all of us, together, like minded, chose to see the beauty, even when there wasn’t any.
By Dove5 years ago in Poets
I Fell On My Head
I fell. On my head. And I know I’ll fall again. Hopefully with more grace this time. My daughter does gymnastics for 4 hours a week. She skipped two levels this year and is in a group with older girls.
By Katie Cunningham5 years ago in Poets
Fight For This House
There is a spiritual war going down in this house, The spirits of this house shout get out, But I refuse to take flight, Instead I'll put up my best fight,
By Yvonne Knight5 years ago in Poets
My beautiful songwriter
My beautiful songwriter.... My beautiful songwriter speaks from his past experiences and life My beautiful songwriter writes and cries from his heart
By Jazzie S5 years ago in Poets