Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Black nights, stars out, a beautiful sight And then, here I am, spilling my heart desires out Somethings really have to change, so I muster the will
By Harydo Neon6 years ago in Poets
O, shroud me in this pungent mist, Release my mind, fair maiden, Let not the ugly worry, worry me, But this commune of like-mindedness,
By Perfect Stutterer6 years ago in Poets
The words to be spoken Letters forming to create the words Sentences spoken softly Barely of the tone to which it’s spoken
By BeeNines6 years ago in Poets
ı ɬɧʝŋƙ ı'۷ɛ ʄıŋąƖƖყ ʄơųŋɖ ɱყ ℘Ɩąƈɛ ıŋ ɬɧıʂ Ɩıʄɛ... ɬơ ɖơ ɠơơɖ ʄơཞ ơɬɧɛཞʂ ąŋɖ ɬơ ƈཞɛզɬɛ Ɩɛʂʂ ʂɬཞıʄɛ... ℘ɛąƈɛ ıŋ ɱų ཞɛɠཞɛɬ ɬơ ɛąƈɧ զŋɖ ɛ۷ɛཞყ ʂųცʝɛƈɬ...
By Innervisionpoetry Daniel Kopilow6 years ago in Poets
What is Next? Here is What’s Next To be Next To My Family Forever That is What’s Next Not In The Fiery Lake of Burning Sulfur
By Brent Eaton6 years ago in Poets
oh snap, he did this he did that wait, what who is this kid oh no he’s pretty scary aw man, do my accomplishments intimidate you?
By savage writer6 years ago in Poets
When I say fifty & fabulous, what do I mean? Am I saying, "Yes, take a good look at this queen?" Am I saying, "No, I don't look my age?"
By Joyce Dowridge6 years ago in Poets
The energy field I want to tap Is the one where I can adapt The spiritual side of me Wants to obviously see How I can soar and fly
Beauty And The Bad Living Life Full of Beauty Life on the Edge of Breaking Too Close for Beauty For Beauty is Breathtaking
For the memories we share, The times we showed we cared, The distance that lead us to wanting to be around each other In some way being connected while far apart,
Someday I will stop looking at the past, stop examining the things of memory, the smell of campsites, of cigarettes, of sweat and toil, of being freshly washed,
By Sarjé Haynes6 years ago in Poets
When this man cried, it was because his wife had slipped away and died. When this man cried, it was because he had just met his bride to be.
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
