inspirational

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

1 Poem
Walking and walking and walking and walking, I hear the ups n downs of the path, talking. The seekers need to keep knocking,
By LEAVENED ODDS6 years ago in Poets
Radiantly Shining
They are like moths to the light So often they find themselves drawn to the insecurities of others They see the scars, the disfigurement
By hannah michelle6 years ago in Poets
In the Hallways of a Dollhouse
My mind moves to a million different places, all in one moment, and i imagine... A time when i had to muster up the courage just to march to the front of the room for a tissue
By hannah michelle6 years ago in Poets
Do It
To Be female is one of the most beautfil challenges of the world today. To Be born into a world that want you to ignore your instinct can be quite confusing and worrisome...why would one want to ignore that powerful vibration from deep within, and why would you want me to?
By Mousiké6 years ago in Poets
Lead me
Lead me through the pathway of life, feed my soul one more slice. Belonging to be, belonging to be free - stuck on a pedestal all eyes can see.
By Majestic Malak6 years ago in Poets
A World Within
Shadows engulfed the horizon. A chill whispered through the air on the nightly breeze. Long ago, a peaceful place, now silent as the grave. Branches of dead trees creaked and groaned under a touch of bitter atmosphere. Negative energies took over it all. A light dusting of ash descended from above. An eruption in the distance, a final blow. A broken world, maybe merely one's perception, living a fake life in their decaying mind?
By Mel E. Furnish6 years ago in Poets
tired and tried
after a long day of stretching the brain i'd rather say i quit i'll pack my bags tonight and be gone by tomorrow i'll pack my bags tonight
By poetryinwaiting6 years ago in Poets
THE END
THE END I just can’t wait For this to be over This growing up This perpetual waiting For my life to begin Don’t treat me like a child
By Dylan Stewart 6 years ago in Poets
My Clear Window
The world outside my window I view with one eye open while laying on my pillow Birds are chirping and singing their songs
By Janelle barker6 years ago in Poets
Heaven Over There
So, you want to move rome 'cause it's heaven over there but your 13 million brothers will tell you they don't care for it's gritty coliseums
By Mark Rascati6 years ago in Poets
Becoming nobody
Take off that mask forget all those duties – life is not a task. Unwrap yourself from all that you know; trust in your intuition let yourself grow.
By Majestic Malak6 years ago in Poets
A Flower Blooms
She was so young, so shy, so very quiet. Her voice was soft and often lost on the wind. She was reserved,
By Surviving Childhood Trauma6 years ago in Poets