inspirational

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

Color
What is color? I learnt it was a spectrum of light But it's used for distinction between black and white What is race?
By Julia Alfred6 years ago in Poets
Build.
Build, Build, Build, QUICK Build! The youth need a shield. The town needs a guild. Skill of the will to reveal, The field, where everything that we need,
By Dre6 years ago in Poets
Prosperity Looks Different Than You May Expect
Prosperity does not mean that things will always be perfect, it could come floating in the form of being shipwrecked. Prosperity does not mean that things will always be ideal,
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
Let Happiness In
Open your front door, let sadness in Let the pain remove your grin Watch the world spin, spin and spin, as your life is looking dim. My chances at happiness are looking slim, but I will never give in
By Tracy Rose 6 years ago in Poets
Two Poems
#1 “ANCHOR” by SONYA D. SPRINGFIELD CHOOSE your anchor and know its role one pulls down the other HOLDS one will drown you
By Sonya D. Springfield6 years ago in Poets
The Distance
Once, I sat atop a mountain And looked across a vale, Followed turns along a river That weaved a windy trail. ~ Soon, I gazed upon an ocean
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
Poems by John Hurst
Poems by John Hurst Poem 1. The Joyous dance that has already begun Our chosen emissary, Our hook up to God, She stands patiently and loving,
By frederick Hurst6 years ago in Poets
FATHER
A father nurtures a soul under the umbrella of his love and care, as a child arrives in the world unaware , Of the harshest realities,
By Shweta 6 years ago in Poets
Peace 2 the World
"they use media as a portal of fear/begging the question what do mortals revere/we stand alone aint no support over here, "for the black and lost/matter fact we're an afterthought/so im grounded like ashfault/hit the blunt just to ash faults,
By L. Allen Davis6 years ago in Poets
San Antonio, Like Nothing I’ve Ever Seen
I’ve never been to San Antonio, my postcard home and your poetic muse, the root of your Amazonian glow sketched like Texan sun on a ranch house roof.
By Rachel Billings6 years ago in Poets
The Bird with the Broken Wing
The Bird with the Broken Wing: The bird grasped my attention, even though I was in deep thought about life. While being mesmerizied by visions of the known & unknown, I saw a bird land on some rocks. After tossing specific feathers, the bird stood tall and prepared for flight.
By L. Allen Davis6 years ago in Poets
Time
The other day I was thinking how relative is time... It depends on what you are waiting for, on what you are doing with it and how you feel at the time. For example 1 minute, its an eternity in front of the microwave but only one second when you're kissing someone you love; 2 hours waiting for news can be the worst thing ever, but 2 hours watching your favorite show will fly by; 2 days at work will drag, but 2 days in holidays will pass you by without noticing.
By Ana Baptista6 years ago in Poets