Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Before the time of conception, I loved You, are my new life; my new beginning Baby boy I wear your heart like a fitted glove
By Amanda Breckenridge5 years ago in Poets
I'm not interested in, Prince Charming, or Princess Peach. I'm just not interested...even though I like gaming, and playing,
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse5 years ago in Poets
Dear Me, There's a lot that's going to happen. In short, It's going to suck real bad and you'll wish to be dead most of the time.
By Skelly Snoo5 years ago in Poets
Time Is eternal. the flesh is not. So feed your spiritual growth everything you've got. because after living the life of flesh. Only the spirit will be left.
By Trinity Love5 years ago in Poets
I think back to all the bad times we had, I think back to all the times where I had the chance to Embrace you, yet I did not.
By Briana Marie5 years ago in Poets
I was blind but then I was “saved”, I was “saved”, but turns out I was still blind, I became a “reprobate”, and yet my eyes started to open,
By Nathaniel Michael Green5 years ago in Poets
It is SUPER easy to get bogged and fogged down with all the clouds found around. It is in these times I am learning to find my silver lining... and my greatest silver lining is... ME.
I AM. I AM here, I AM there, I AM everywhere. I AM. I exist before existence itself. I exist before ALL and I AM in ALL.
I want to leave A legacy I want to have Stories told That I never gave up on life No matter How long The shadow of death
By S. Wolverine5 years ago in Poets
not having the answers can feel debilitating. trying to define circumstances as coincidence doesn't always clear confusion or remedy pain.
By Shelby Carlson5 years ago in Poets
We are brought into this world… Without knowing what we’re told… Then we’re thrown into a system…Without Wisdom Its so frigid and cold… It’s like prison
By Mélanie Edison (aka @TheIntuitiveHG)5 years ago in Poets
A dusty track winds on through the desert scrub, Where circling crescendos of tumultuous time, Whip me up in waves. Losing perspective of place,
By SJ Elden5 years ago in Poets
