Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Every morning we wake. The sun is out. The day is ready. Were glued to our phones, just to feel steady. After some time you remeber to look up and appreciate all the things, little or not.
By TheMillennialsJournal6 years ago in Poets
You never know what your actions can have on others Your smallest gestures can makes us wonder Out of the blue you can give me a small smile
By Brian Anonymous6 years ago in Poets
It isn't their wet noses Or the way my cat meows It isn't even the way she walks on my keyboard Or even the way my dog rolls around in the dirt when the sun shines
By Elliot Ames6 years ago in Poets
Would you rather be pushed or pulled to only know if you're empty or full, strong as a bull, giver of more, battle scars from the war, and couldn't tell from the clothes that I wore.
By IamChandler Durham Jr6 years ago in Poets
You were born into this world; Just a fragment in time. You rely on others to nurture you; Just a fragment in time. Soon you are walking;
By Stacey Morgan6 years ago in Poets
I have heard that the darkest souls Tend to glow brightest of them all And the depth of their despair Only reveals their gleaming spirits
By Andrea Burton6 years ago in Poets
Eterna Bona (Free Form Verse) My mother loved flowers, butterflies, and birds… things of color and song. ~ In ev'ry little bird whose song I hear,
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
In the midst of darkness, there is new growth Within a tiny seed, there is life and intelligence… Can you hear the whispers, so faint and yet
By Zawadi SJ6 years ago in Poets
My Old friend Witty and kind Happy and go-lucky Never giving hatred any mind I’m talking about me Never one to make trouble
By Lifestyle with Cassandra6 years ago in Poets
Everyone tells me how sorry they are, as they look at me with pitying eyes. * Imagining how hard it must be to live as me.
By Erin Shields6 years ago in Poets
My 'friend' is not always kind, in fact he's often very unkind. Spitting words of hate into my mind as if these thoughts were mine.
Flip the page in the book of life The next one is blank, so what shall I write Will it be eloquent or bold and harsh Spewing the words that come only from my heart
By Crystal Rickman6 years ago in Poets
