Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Have you all ever wondered, what if we suddenly die? What will happen to our loved ones and those who care about us? Are they going to be sad and grief on our death?
By Cat6 years ago in Poets
As time goes on, minutes and years tick by Leaving us more and more unsatisfied Through bleary eyes and aching hearts Worlds quickly seem to all fall apart
By John Hunter6 years ago in Poets
It's become a part of my daily routine, first thing in the morning, followed by another then another. My family think I have a problem and look at me in disgust, well their loss, they're the ones missing out.
By Melissa Abraham6 years ago in Poets
Wearing your heart upon your sleeve is not a fashion statement It is simply who you are; a loving, nurturing, genuine soul
By Marilyn Glover6 years ago in Poets
For the first time i am seeing the memory on birds wing I am witnessing the unspoken bond in a best friends handshake I am consumed by a laughter that erupts from within
By Roslyn Barnett6 years ago in Poets
Steady earthen swirls of amber you find everywhere in the rocks, in clouds lifting and spiraling to celestial plains. In the design of your thumbprint. In the design of your thumbprint used to finger paint. In the design of your thumbprint used to finger paint the way your therapist showed you. In the design... In the...
By Bryana 6 years ago in Poets
Waking up with the sun shining in Sitting up in bed with the window open Birds singing Crops swaying Sitting quietly listening to the country wind
By Jax Wolf6 years ago in Poets
Today I am grateful for Monica, owner of Chemn Cafe in Elgin, Texas and the space created there this afternoon that allowed me to write uninterrupted for 2 hours.
By Annette Kim6 years ago in Poets
The ones who live to change the world. The ones generations that aren’t afraid of the Truth. Who are the CHOSEN people?
By Shayla Barnhart6 years ago in Poets
Ephemeral. Because my beauty though supported by a few is only valid for a certain amount of time. Like a bomb waiting to explode and release the true nature of my essence which to you is simply not good enough.
By Allie Pauld6 years ago in Poets
Through the deep darkness of the night, there is light; Even when this light is not in my sight For you see, I revolve around thee,
By Jessica Kenney6 years ago in Poets
By now The transmission tower Outside my window Feels like a friend Like hope A symbol A promise That the outside world is
By Jolan Kopp6 years ago in Poets
