Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Freshman Year, Fall: Summer ended, High school started. Summer ended, It was time to get serious. Summer ended, A new school.
By Cassandra Grace6 years ago in Poets
Oh her soul is on fire But she does not know Her red hair, a vision of fight With rings on her fingers On her toes, her nose
By Kaitlin Bellmond-Griffin6 years ago in Poets
One day someone will love me for who I am. And respect me for being a unique individual. With a heart and a soul. And a mind to know right from wrong.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice6 years ago in Poets
She's like a pressure cooker, your happy, loving mum, so just a word of warning if you're a daughter or a son. If you see a hue of blue rising to her face, you had better get that flight booked, I'd suggest to outer-space!
By Julie Clark6 years ago in Poets
An apology letter to my spoiled produce I would reinvent your color if I could I would turn my arms into steel rods instead of the jelly they are,
By Mallory Hall6 years ago in Poets
Her expression, all at once despondent, yet content turbulent, yet peaceful the weight of her thoughts bear down on strong shoulders
By Irit Deutsch6 years ago in Poets
Calm Docile I lick my wounds Mostly self inflicted, I bite my tongue And run my fingers through my tangled hair - Such an elaborate maze of chaos
By DLC6 years ago in Poets
Happiness. That's all we want. To be happy and to make others happy. The happiness of others is your own happiness. Making sure everyone is okay, everyone is happy.
By Kennedy Lane6 years ago in Poets
Work hard. Be kind. Grow into the best version of yourself — Become what you were created to be. * * * Love. Forgive. Help.
By j.s.lamb6 years ago in Poets
Observe a symbol and embark, On a journey of no regret. Only you can search and mark, The places you won’t forget.
By Mihaela Vasileva6 years ago in Poets
Mute at the tender age of eight, but collected in your memory bank, was sources of precious knowledge African dance and the calypso art form as a journey to be reborn with a new name aside from Johnson
By Tasha Matthews6 years ago in Poets
There is a place I hold so dear, though it may seem far it is very near. Deep in my heart I have no fear, every strong person has shed a tear.
By Prince of Peace6 years ago in Poets
