inspirational

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

Lifeline
When you feel like your head is underwater and you’re trying to breathe I’ll jump into the deep and help you to swim Take it day by day; life is not a race.
By George Griffiths5 years ago in Poets
to live
I don’t want to live An incredible lie. I want to live To be caring of others, To give them the joy I could never Give myself.
By 5 years ago in Poets
Purple Leaves
I remember a girl who used to take a jar of water with her to bed every night. I remember she was the most inspiring creature ever to grace my path...
By Uneven Mod5 years ago in Poets
Beautiful Places
Is there a place where you can go? To feel peace and happiness That scutters you back to life With an uplifting twirl. It may be a place or a view you witness,
By Denise Larkin5 years ago in Poets
Little Sister
Do you see the void? It’s hidden, nice and deep. The hole goes on for miles, The rim slippery and steep. I’ve learned to hide the darkness,
By Danielle Tanis5 years ago in Poets
I'm just a hippy
I’m just a hippy I like to sing songs of love,they come from the heart. I’ve been knocked around,had to make a new start.
By Marty West5 years ago in Poets
A Woman’s Place
A woman’s place is in the working class. Taking charge and kicking ass. A woman’s place is not just as a wife. She’s got her own plans for her life.
By Rose Madingley 5 years ago in Poets
Odyssey of Hope During the Pandemic
So what you can’t step out without your mask? You can still inhale life through your lungs without much task. So what if you’re stuck in between 4 walls?
By SB5 years ago in Poets
Every bit of me
I’m Erykah Badu on repeat, Sunday morning , brown skin glowing, kisses gifted from the sun. I’m an uneven shades of hip hop and Jazz,
By Sayless5 years ago in Poets
Growing Up
As a kid We pretty much have our life's given to us in the palm of our very own hands. The grown ups tell us what to do and what not to do
By Angela Farley5 years ago in Poets
The House on the Lake
I devoured a PBJ, As I enjoyed the peaceful view, When we’re talking memories, I recall a few, From caramel candies, glasses of milk, fishing rods, and a small beach,
By Jade Walker5 years ago in Poets
Rise Up
My everyday, I wake up and fade out, get distracted by the noise of my every disturbance. I wouldn’t dare to express my traditional daily experiences as blissful. I’ll walk to achieve the mile, but I refuse to run, I’ll have my way tonight but I’ll never love, I’ll go bungee jumping, but I must be pushed first. My restraint runs esoteric, for I am petrified I no longer have the ability to save myself, so I live with it. I carry my every failure against me with a dull texture and a gloomy cloud that screams FEAR. I once had words of encouragement in black ink tattooed to my body that was a checkpoint for wherever I would tour, but abruptly after my misfortunes I lose them, they lose me, I lose me.
By Jade Walker5 years ago in Poets