inspirational

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

Be Kind
no one would see if i slipped away no one to stop me or ask me to stay loneliness is a killer it hurts so deep
By Astraldreamer6 years ago in Poets
To My Dad
I was lost and alone in a world so cruel. With a mother so evil and her boyfriend a fool. I was young and naive. I knew not what to do.
By Astraldreamer6 years ago in Poets
Autism
From the moment I was placed in my mother's hands. I've found this world too hard to understand. Too much too see and too much to hear.
By Astraldreamer6 years ago in Poets
Resilience in a Howl
There’s a certain type of wolf out there who’s howl comes from the heart. It can be felt from miles and miles, it’s love echoing louder with every front. It’s the type of wolf so deadly, its silence kills. ‘X’ marks the spot(s) and the ‘O’ to every ‘X’ means been there, done that. Silence was every thought. It made you weaker and stronger, but from it there is a growth in resilience and a new form of endurance. A vulnerable voice so impactful it chills. The howl of this wolf’s got a strain to its DNA, and its called grit.
By Jade Marie Dawn6 years ago in Poets
Freedom Crier
A small caterpillar Crawling, delicately, over broken glass So slow is her step, So small, yet so stellar Instinct says she will change
By Elle 6 years ago in Poets
Too Much
Am I too much for ya? Am I? Am I too disobliging for ya? Too much for your damaged brain, and your little stereotyping machine?
By Rex6 years ago in Poets
Daughter of Two Dragons
I was born from the womb of the Yellow Dragon, with memories of my ancestors’ undying dreams. Once upon a time on the white sandy beach,
By Rex6 years ago in Poets
My Father’s Daughter
Under the clear dark sky on top of the summit, I looked for the polestar to guide me. In the early morning mist undulating through the valley,
By Rex6 years ago in Poets
By the Order of the Red Dragon
In the icy wind, the druid raised his painted blue hand, Words can not be unuttered, songs unsung. The storm is gathering on this sacred land,
By Rex6 years ago in Poets
Metamorphosis
I wondered what it feels to eat myself, so I laid down in total darkness and silence, experiencing each cell releasing its energy, letting it flow into my bloodstream, and atrophy into entropy. I baptized myself in the annihilation of my flesh and pool of coagulated black blood under the cold blue moon. Tomorrow I shall start anew, transfigured.
By Rex6 years ago in Poets
Slate, Ore, Sword, and Fire
Slate, ore, sword, and fire, in the of the land of our fathers, where the heart of the red dragon beats, where the tables are round and the hills are green.
By Rex6 years ago in Poets
I Am
I AM the Sun that lights the way;  I AM the Moon that awakens your senses.  I AM the stone that weathers time;  for all these things I AM.
By Kari G6 years ago in Poets