Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
A Poem of Love, from the book of the same name. Sweet waters of Silver Spring. Oh! What soft soothing pleasures you bring.
By E. Lloyd K6 years ago in Poets
Stretching higher and faster Lithe fibers tangle and twist Tangoing, waltzing As if flight is thrumming, vibrant motion
By Mia O6 years ago in Poets
Hidden from the sunlight, buried in the mud, you are a lotus waiting to bloom. From the dirt you will sprout porcelain petals that glisten in the moon light, fully awakened in all your glory.
By Monica Loney6 years ago in Poets
Doubts I know them well They dwell deep within A whisper on the whims of the mind Playing will she, won’t she Pulling off one petal at a time
By Michelle Chaparro6 years ago in Poets
Sometimes you find peace and serenity in the most unexpected places or instances And the effect is no less calming There comes a point you realize
By Jess Tang6 years ago in Poets
Every part of you, Is every part of me For when you grow, I grow When you love, I love and am loved forevermore So I embrace your successes
By TRACY ASH6 years ago in Poets
Yo it's Glyndwr (the druid) ...Can I tell you something? I used to clench and grind my teeth, while I was sleeping. My lover at the time would try to shake me awake,
By Glyndŵr6 years ago in Poets
As much as it feels like things are gloom Like you've reached a stop With nowhere to head and nowhere to go And although you may feel
HOPE bye Eva Ysbeck (Originally written Spring of 2009) Amongst The Mississippi burning, oh this was daring That had so much of us seem as if we were to be caring
By Eva Venus Rose🌟6 years ago in Poets
Giving myself a chance to grow Has better odds than winning the Powerball But worse than being struck down by a bolt of blue lightning
By Ben Ingram6 years ago in Poets
There used to be no mirrors in this world. This was how it was meant to be. But one day we were lured into this space full of them with no way out, the mirror room.
By Chris6 years ago in Poets
I see it and it makes me happy. My mind enters luscious scenery. I don’t even feel alone... Because the senses have a mind of their own;
By Chloe Gilholy6 years ago in Poets
