Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Have you ever felt smothered by people who love you Drowning in questions and good intentions People caring about the smallest parts of you
By Azaléa The Poetess6 years ago in Poets
I often wonder why I am this way? I want to go far, yet I stay the same. I could be bigger, but scared to face... the reality that if I fail, was I ever destined to be great?
By Klassic Kay6 years ago in Poets
“Bottom sixes and chains, and some bracelets and rings All of the little accents that make me a king” -Drake The golden microphone glowed.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Poets
Yesterday, my friend told me I have the warrior gene because I keep fighting new mental illness obstacles. Here is a poem for me and all you out there fighting that fight, too.
By Whitney Sweet6 years ago in Poets
'I have a dream today'. Not tomorrow Not yesterday He said he had a dream today! He didn't August 28th 1963 today, the day that he spoke of the vision to his supporters
By Diana Ndubuisi6 years ago in Poets
I call you dad cause you raised me. I call you dad,cause you taught me what I know. I call you dad cause you heard my cries.
By Angel Pagan6 years ago in Poets
Look Through Your Mask by Rosa Younan
By Rosa6 years ago in Poets
The sage felt like mint breezily passing Through my nostrils. I felt The scent was amassing In my mind as more than what I smelt.
It’s true what they say... The days last longer here. You’ll be moved, even when standing still. Your experience conquers the world.
By Andrea Standby6 years ago in Poets
Do you recall your raindrops mimicking diamonds? Do you remember you dancing and shimmering atop rivers and streams? Glimmering as joy seeps out of you during reunions with home.
By Asya Fields6 years ago in Poets
One little life inside a box, Where flowers are watered and balloons are popped. An alternate reality. A slow moving game.
By Lauren Baer6 years ago in Poets
Autumn A season, A time. A sense of solitude, comfort, peace. Changes on the horizon, Always of renewal, a beginning of sorts.
By Joseph Willson6 years ago in Poets
