Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Between the World and our Judgement of the World is the path of scintillating intelligence. One last little leap into void
By Gregory Broadbent6 years ago in Poets
My extreme pain burns Sitting idle as the world turns Kids age, another turned page And yet I still sit, waiting A brain unsteady,
By Brodie Cotton6 years ago in Poets
They all told me that I wasn't college material; They told me I wouldn't make much of myself, Hated grade school with every bite of cold cereal.
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
N.E.U.R.O.D.I.V.E.R.S.I.T.Y. Never-ending Epitaph of Unrestrained Resourcefulness. An Obfuscatory Dynamic Involving Variation,
By Cobe Wilson6 years ago in Poets
Listen to the rustling of the leaves. Listen to the babbling water of the crystal-clear river. Listen to the song that is carried aloft by the wind across the nations.
Pay attention to the feelings The feelings are the most intangible stimulation of all Down into the darkness of feelings, gently you go
By SLPwriter706 years ago in Poets
Hear me, My Captain! Those words you spoke, so elegantly fill my mind, empowering my goals, my dreams, my life. Hear me, My Captain!
I can't help but to think of the boy who broke my heart. The boy who made me feel like I just wasn't good enough. To the boy who made me feel like I deserved less then I did.
By Jasmine Harris6 years ago in Poets
I have little thought or fear Of things that can befall me I have lost so many things And yet gained all I can see Life ebbs and flows so quickly
By Christopher O'Sullivan6 years ago in Poets
It is both the predator and the prey, Ever present in one, absent in the other. The predators are those who are formed of its spirit,
By Sally Hurrell6 years ago in Poets
Eyes open, Crying. Heart beating, Trying. Welcome to the world, Let your life come unfurled. Bright lights and smiling faces,
By Mel E. Furnish6 years ago in Poets
Sometimes fleeting, the tangible feelings of faith are there. At times deep in the soul, at other times on the surface of my very being.
By Steve Cole6 years ago in Poets
