Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Every now and then a longing for the world erupts within me, enriched by a desire to leave for a while, or eternally, depending on which I prefer.
By Mihaela Vasileva6 years ago in Poets
I force my eyes to stay open In hopes that through my blurry vision I may see an image of the future A hint of foresight so that I may act in confidence
By Stephen Chan Wah6 years ago in Poets
When life is getting you down, and you need a little hope. Look deep down inside yourself, and you'll find the way to cope.
By Zach Capon6 years ago in Poets
-I’m breakin out of my box I’m not finna wait -Well-rounded like dinner plates -I was in a place of a spot Wit no interface
By David Derouselle6 years ago in Poets
Hakuna Matata Everyone knows that quote from the lion king. It means, no worries for the rest of your days. They are only two words Hakuna Matata, but have a powerful meaning behind them. And that are what words are in general.
Stop putting others before you, when you have not even put yourself first. So stop, think, and remember.... You are who you are, and not what others think you are.
I am a loner estranged to my body. Always in my vibe my world is in my head. Ignorance was really bliss now i am aware
By Job Idakwoji6 years ago in Poets
Before I even noticed I had formed a relationship with substance I found meaning in the haze and felt free from responsibility by letting my mind be taken over
I will soak up every last drop of the sun... until I am bronze and radiant, charged and confident, bold and brazen. Insecurities melted and forgotten,
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
The healing process is very much like navigating your way through a city you're unfamiliar with no gps, no wifi, no phone
By Kirk Pineda, LMHC (aka "DEUXQANE")6 years ago in Poets
Lately, I can see. Finally, I trust in me. There's no fear, there's only faith, instead of scraping by with all my weights.
By Erin R6 years ago in Poets
A Story Sad is the man who is asked for a story and can't come up with one. His five-year-old son waits in his lap.
By moon vixen6 years ago in Poets
