inspirational

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

Family
A better clan of people, you’re sure never to meet To get them all in one place is certainly a feat Highly clever, highly skilled, in many different things
By Vicki Lucas6 years ago in Poets
My Home
Stay home; lockdown, isolation. Don’t leave, don’t visit, don’t have company over. Stay home. Where is home? I am home.
By Britny Roman6 years ago in Poets
Deciphering life
We are alone, on this planet of existence; Lone travelers, lone souls. Like individual dots drawn on a blank sheet of paper,
By Jess Tang6 years ago in Poets
Morning Will Come
A song I like, Always spoke of something which felt so unreal And yet so blissfully perfect That I almost forget about the fact that it’ll end in a couple of minutes.
By Mihaela Vasileva6 years ago in Poets
Save Each Other
How can I survive when I simply do not care? Celebrities are crying in their mansions, they cannot bare. So what if they’re in mansions, we are all the same.
By Jazmin Owens6 years ago in Poets
The love of art
during this pandemic, I draw to escape the fear that’s in the gallows of my mind,we should all be happy doing what we love and this is the way to express my feelings and anxiety
By Aguegbodo Tobe Philip6 years ago in Poets
You Make Me Wanna Believe
Night after night scaling the walls Wondering how high I can climb Suppose I'll settle with hearing your voice on the phone line
By Frankie Martinelli6 years ago in Poets
Left in fate.
It’s no secret I struggle with with addiction. I take pride in being open and write it with such conviction. I’d been craving to shoot ever since I got back, it only took me afew days to think Fuck it, it’s that self control I lack.
By Troubles in my past.6 years ago in Poets
Dreaming
You're stuck, forced into a life that isn't right for you. Yet you dream of finding a place where you belong, somewhere you can call home,
By Test6 years ago in Poets
Freedom
Inside my cage was small and safe I knew it well, I knew my place Don’t talk too loud, don’t disagree Smile big, look pretty, you’re here to please.
By Tamara Jacobs6 years ago in Poets
How far will you go?
So here I am thinking I could be free, Free from the agony you contain in me. This feeling alone I never thought I could be,
By Troubles in my past.6 years ago in Poets
The relapse.
What the fuck, why did I do that? An impulse that came from nowhere, people must think I’m a fucking doormat. I act proud for the gram, act happy that I’m doing great, but you ain’t got not clue because every corner I turn I’m just that slice of bait.
By Troubles in my past.6 years ago in Poets