Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Champagne stings the eyes. The cigar smoke lingers. When the team again vies. To hold trophies between their fingers. The repeat of a dance states
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Poets
turn around i've seen that unpleasant frown turn around i know you'd rather avoid me turn around i know what's in your heart
By poetryinwaiting6 years ago in Poets
even though the wind blows angrily i will trust you surely even though i'm shaking in my slippers i will take comfort in your whispers
They love my golden brown skin, deep brown eyes to match Legs thick and strong, dang where she get that? As long as my mouth is kept shut, of course I'll attract
By Mousiké6 years ago in Poets
I stopped doing everything else and started writing about the reconnaissance mission Splintered pieces of self buried and left for dead
By The Dani Writer6 years ago in Poets
You were beautiful before you withered away. I would pack my bag, go to work, come back and then call it a day. No water to replenish your soul,
By Lilo6 years ago in Poets
It’s almost two weeks quarantined As the big city is closed to the uninvited Ever spreading Ever inquisitive virus.
By Barovier Kevin Allybose6 years ago in Poets
looking to the hills you see your potential as newfound sun heats up your skin it's been a long journey but you couldn't have done it alone
Early morning every day of the week, she stands in the kitchen and pours her coffee then heads out the door. Her head is covered in dark, tiny, pinwheel curls, and smells of Carolina Herrera.
By Kaedyn Swinford6 years ago in Poets
It never lies. The light flies through the body and throughout the skies, The magic within, The flying snake rising through the scars between the stars,
By Gustavo Noffal6 years ago in Poets
The world hungers for me as the crowds stand by and watch me bleed My minds elastic warranty begins to run thin as I acquire the knowledge of my years
By Free So Foreign6 years ago in Poets
As some once said, you are allowed to be a work in progress and a masterpiece at the same time Plenty of blessings for this wonderful day
By Paula Martins6 years ago in Poets
