inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
As I Lay
Eyes closed. You feel this cold blanket of crystalized entities, wrapping underneath. Little formations of life, delicately grasping your exasperated limbs as they finally rest. These legs beaten by an ascent; body engaged to release its great triumphs. This mind and soul caressed gently onto this remarkable pillow of dreams.
By Michelle Danic5 years ago in Poets
Every Existence
What an impeccable universe we are all living in. We all were created here and will all die in this universe. It just so happens that we, on this Planet – Earth, have been created in a time to be able to look up at the night sky and see, even without a telescope, our universe to all ends of life.
By Michelle Danic5 years ago in Poets
A word of your time
Shhhh Give me a second let me think. It’s easier to think in a clear space yet harder to speak when the need to be heard falls on deaf ears. Juggling between the motions of what you need to say versus what you want to say, just to be met with a conversation thread of you pouring out your soul and not a word from the person you crave to understand. How funny it is to always be there for people in need yet the same urgency results in disastrous arguments leaving you apologizing for something that shouldn’t warrant an apology. For what am I apologizing for, when it’s you who should be sorry burrowing your shame at my feet. How little you gave based on the grand gesture you expect; my words for no one but for you to allow them to be tainted within your lies. Further have you fallen chasing a dream lead on by a lie, the heavens must be pleased. Allow my words to express myself yet in expression I am punished for how to feel, sheltered with myself and your lies. How can we share? What must you give In order to equate for you're taken? Words have meant everything yet when they’re are tainted and hard to wash away my voice falls and the feeling get boxed up hoping a brave soul will discover the darkness that lives within them; the cries for help. Treasure my words escape within my memories and understand that words create as fast as they destruct. Pitter patter into my soul the remarks left on everything fear has tarnished, leaving me devastated and a rusted metal taste in my mouth. Punishment twice for a though, reason, idea something you didn’t allow to flourish just so that your own ego should be spared; yet my own ego lay trampled over like a stampede of animals escaping from their cages life at a zoo. Hold my words close and nurture them like that of a baby because for right now I’m too broken to give. Hold my words close like a warm hug from a long-lost friend. Hold my words close like something not to be taken for granted because in this moment, unlike any moment these are sadly the only things I’m capable to give.
By Nicole Shuler5 years ago in Poets
The Soldier
Forge ahead and continue with resilience as the soldier painstakingly decimates the opposing brigade. Boots and protective helmets guard against any debris and are well-suited for the midst of combat, but as he bunkers down while the world spins out of control,
By Cheyenne Rose5 years ago in Poets
