Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I hate when I get a lump in my throat; To me that translate into the start of lost hope. For me, that means I can’t stand to bear it;
By Shalonda Monique6 years ago in Poets
That heavy weight sitting right now in your chest is loneliness. Not the type of lonely where you don’t have anyone to go to.
By Merichel Sanchez6 years ago in Poets
It swells up to pull me down. A high tide that lifts me up only to crash around whats left of me. Consuming these pieces of memories, killing me, slowly,
By Ashley Michelle6 years ago in Poets
I thought you were my best friend, You said, “I'll always be there”, But like always you disappeared, With not even a word spoken,
By Visionary Ghostwriter6 years ago in Poets
Every year, when it starts getting colder and darker so soon... we take some time to reminisce of the year we’ve been through.
By Blaxican Babygirl6 years ago in Poets
Take a dive. It's worth the risk. You'll regret it if you don't. Someone else will and you'll wish you had the courage and the gift.
By Erica M6 years ago in Poets
Cry my love Scream to the sky what you dare to dream For with tender hands I will wipe away your tears No need for sadness now
By Mark Zanzibar Boyde6 years ago in Poets
A second life to live, a second chance to forgive, a second chance to start over to treasure life like a four leaf clover.
By Heather Heckerman6 years ago in Poets
This is a poem I wrote for my guardian angel, my ma anita rigdon... An angel came to visit me, such a beautiful sight I ever did see.
IIII am ancient, the culmination of all things consciousness, a million decisions lead 222 the divine creation of this blood, the texture of my hair, the shades in my skin.
By Alex Saleem6 years ago in Poets
They've retrieved shade They've retrieved homes of singers without cages They've retrieved storage for baby slithers. They might be infinitesimal
By Monique Star6 years ago in Poets
I went to You for just a sip. To my surprise, You handed me a pale. So I drank to my heart’s content. Drank so much it made me frail.
By Noah Servant-Of-All6 years ago in Poets
