inspirational

Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.

Breath Within The Jungle
I ran away to the jungle, with green leaf's shading me from the bright lemon sun over head, and vines so thick they tangle round the branches suffocating the bark like silk ribbon necklaces.
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Poets
A Brush of Heather
I still recall that summer in Scotland as paradise My sister Maddie and I had many an adventure I was eleven; she was nine, best of friends,
By Marilyn Glover6 years ago in Poets
Pandemic Babies
Welcome world, oh the joy Every newborn girl and boy The angels rejoice with each new cry Angels in heaven sing on high
By Marilyn Glover6 years ago in Poets
A World of Truth
In a world unsure I find promise In a world unknown I find faith In a world unseen I find life Everyday The beating heart
By Megan Chadsey6 years ago in Poets
The Simple Things
A brilliant blue sky with puffy white clouds, And rolling hills of clover green grass. An afternoon of sunshine with possibly a rain shower,
By Heather Cash6 years ago in Poets
The Creator You've Always Been
While I was drawn by the sound of the breeze. She was mesmerized by the aura of the leaves. Either way, we were both loving the trees.
By Instincts6 years ago in Poets
Poem - I'd rather mess it up with you, than keep you in a box
I remember times when we talked for the pure joy of talking to each other. We shared, laughed and cried. We spoke of anything our hearts desired. Mostly it was pure spontaneity, spoken raw. It's lead us to the uncharted and in this uncharted we were discoverers of each other.
By Sven Selle6 years ago in Poets
Take Me to Church
Put on your dress I’ll put on my slacks We’ll load up in the car Get the kids in the back Well head on down the road To somewhere I said I’d never go
By Marcus Kruep6 years ago in Poets
Which is Which?
One is slow-cooked until it’s medium-revolution. One is baked until firmly humored. Which is which? Her soul cries for soccer but her bestie cries style.
By Monique Star6 years ago in Poets
The Tearoom
When sadness comes to darken the little corners of my mind, There’s a place I like to go and leave the world behind.
By Kelsea Reust6 years ago in Poets
Open and closed Eyes
Open the Eyes of my heart Open the Eyes of my heart I want to see you To see you high and lifted up shining in the light Pouring out all the power of your heart
By Nicole Blake6 years ago in Poets
Dance When you Feel It
Yes, I'm the weirdo in the car next to you Headbanging to rock and guitar riffs Shaking my shoulders and pointing my fingers on cue
By C.C Intrigue 6 years ago in Poets