Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I once created a colourful art On my hand, To remind me that my creative soul Is still alive. My dream world in that ink touch,
By niki majchalajdu6 years ago in Poets
It had been one of those days. Overcast and gloomy much like my mood. Nothing seemed to be going right... my perspective negatively skewed.
By Collin Marrero6 years ago in Poets
Stay wide-eyed, my darling After all, you've got the whole wide world to see And when the walls finally fall, The great cities will still be there, waiting for you and me
By Reese Marie6 years ago in Poets
I am grateful for the body I was given and all I can do with it; I am grateful for my legs, that bring me wherever my brain decides to go ;
By Ilaria Pittorru6 years ago in Poets
I want someone to look at me the way lovers look at each other on the train, Curled up together in the small hours of the morning, sharing headphones and keeping each other awake until their stop.
By Tess6 years ago in Poets
A poem is the way we believe, gently at first, then growing stronger, a grand crescendo to the release of the imagination.
By A & A Sparks6 years ago in Poets
With vast dreams flashing before my mind. My heart is dashing and so too, is my passing time. Time stops not for anyone. With every day, comes a freshly risen sun.
By Instincts6 years ago in Poets
When history starts to be uncovered from the vaults where it has been hidden When the Country's skeletons come bursting out of the closets they were stuffed in
By MamaSeata6 years ago in Poets
He fought for his country His Red White an Blue; Honor is not a mistake When it comes from the heart. When you have the strength of a country behind you.
By Casey Keller6 years ago in Poets
Homestuck in San Junipero Ma mind upon the hill Romantic to the bone The janitor waiting in the lobby I’m not ready to say sorry
By Basket Case6 years ago in Poets
I can See when I wake up in the morning when I walk by the sea you are here every morning even though I can't see. A melodious voice
By callme_S.i.s6 years ago in Poets
The night claimed the lives of many innocent people. You didn't even have time to know it, but many no longer saw the light of the new day.
By Patricia Pixie6 years ago in Poets
