Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
We begin at a starting point… where we start on our journey. We then start going towards an idea… but we are met by a comfort zone barrier that makes us hesitate.
By Rico Verse5 years ago in Poets
Don’t be afraid of the drop LET GO It is fear that inhibits us It is fear that is making you hold on Fear of what’s to come
Our lives run in cycles. We are the constants, with our flaws n strengths… And it seems we have repeat challenges surrounding our personalities;
By Nkeonye Judith IZUKA5 years ago in Poets
Addicted to the rush of the sharpened pieces of glass I met you in. Pushing harder, Be reckless, Never resting, Fear is a cage that tries to contain us.
By Risa Luthor5 years ago in Poets
The world is holding its breath, stiller than e’er before We’re all waiting, Waiting for something... For the dam to break
By Naomi Elisabeth5 years ago in Poets
I can't believe it. I can hear it in my head now. "Thirty, flirty & thriving." I was 14 when 13 Going on 30 came out.
By Nikita Lalli5 years ago in Poets
TO BE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. EVERYONE ELSE? EVERYONE ELSE. EVERY...ONE...ELSE. YOU HAVE THE REGULAR PEOPLE. JUST FLOAT INTO A CROWD AND FILE IN AS IF THEY WERE THERE THE WHOLE TIME.
By Victoria cardona5 years ago in Poets
Every single night Before I fall asleep I pray I pray for things to be normal Every single night Before I fall asleep
By Junice Michele Lanza5 years ago in Poets
I wish I was brave I’m terrified to tell people I’m gay I’m terrified of being looked down on I’m terrified of being exposed as a liar
By Kap5 years ago in Poets
Love letters can be so sweet They start off with the greatest words ever mentioned To get one's attention Dear, insert name here
By Tralyne 5 years ago in Poets
I put my heartache into words Not to be cruel or harsh I am a lioness of loneliness My words are like silk, when I feel like the worm
By Saroyan Coles5 years ago in Poets
‘Twas rush hour three Mondays past On an empty car, three from the back The train had always been so packed I did not know how to react.
By Jenni Mabrie5 years ago in Poets
