Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
As the time changes on by, It seems that it really does fly. From the start of middle school to Sophomore year, I was in one school and all of a sudden its like I disappeared.
By Deprived Youth6 years ago in Poets
Round and round we go All these years secrets unfold Day shines through you like beams of light Night tells me something’s not right
By Taylor Giandomenico6 years ago in Poets
The heat is almost unbearable Each droplet scorches my skin in goodness The steam encases me in a cocoon of misty protection
By Kora G6 years ago in Poets
I never truly understood, the power within the color of my skin I took it for granted Never truly understanding the different hues of earthy browns, and subtle golds
Lately, I haven’t written a single line Not one single word to spill into a poem. Did I get a mental block? Or was I simply waiting
By Serrena Gragg6 years ago in Poets
I let my lies eat me up because I didn’t want to hurt you... The longer I let it burn the more I felt I didn’t deserve you...
By Chris Grace6 years ago in Poets
I picked up my mechanical pencil which happens to be my utensil of writing choice... it felt right And then without any resistance from my uncreative demon... I started to write
By 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚢 6 years ago in Poets
Peace of mind Unwind Drink tea Not wine Manifest Refine Do your best It’s time Don’t get consumed by your pride Fear of self makes you hide
By Nystolgia6 years ago in Poets
Another fork. Real-time navigation. There is no pause. Mid-sail, Adjusted course Reflecting in The plank-lengths of time.
By Alfonzo Aliomar6 years ago in Poets
Nothing like the fire inside to you be successful to reach your goal to get promoted in your career a real fire orange and red flames
By Ashley Ching6 years ago in Poets
It’s been ten weeks so far This lockdown feels forever Allowed out to walk I sadly pass the closed shops And worse still is the sight of
By Paul Conneally6 years ago in Poets
What is enlightenment? Is it finding answers? Is it a blank slate? It is about asking questions; seeking answers. Some would say that we are seeking the light.
By Mark Graham6 years ago in Poets
