Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
There once was a time when being well liked held its utmost importance A teenage girl longing for acceptance; to blend in with the faction
By Marilyn Glover6 years ago in Poets
There are memories trapped in every line of this story. Oh, sweet dilettante - every word second-guessed. And the beauty in evolution, in love.
By Dez's Public Journal 6 years ago in Poets
If every day were great I think I'd smile a lot. But days when it ain't I get shown what I've got. A struggle in the moment can be hell beyond relief.
By Instincts6 years ago in Poets
something is deeply wrong with us we die slowly inside our rooms brains overheating from impending doom bodies on low power mode
By Madame Destroyer6 years ago in Poets
Burn the deadwood and focus on the good. In my heart I know I am from the hood. But I wanna climb the mountain to the top and touch the sky.
Once a upon a time There was once a girl who adventure out in the world. Trying to find her place among people. One day came tragedy could not reverse it, even if I try.
By Shayla Barnhart6 years ago in Poets
Your problem is you can't handle the truth. You refuse to accept your faults. You dont see they are your greatest strength.
By Brandie Goff6 years ago in Poets
Momma Smile Momma smile is a need not a want. The need to know in early stages of life everything is OK.
By Sophia Ray6 years ago in Poets
"We are sorry, but we have to let you go" The words echoed in an absent mind. Standing within a sea of rushing people Yet feeling all alone.
By PenFairy6 years ago in Poets
Little child with your innocent eyes so true, when I'm far away, I close my eyes and remember you. You stand at my bedside looking in my face. Waiting to be picked up and cuddle.
By Trycia Lino6 years ago in Poets
Everyone tells you to remember to stop and smell the flowers. "Enjoy the little things." I was sure to take time to stop and smell the flowers.
By Hannah B6 years ago in Poets
– one way in, two ways out; shoulder to shoulder but eyes never touch – in gilded passageways where people take pictures of shit;
By Trick Blanchfield6 years ago in Poets
