inspirational

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

Argillite Kisses
Last year I wrote a song for a friend, my partner at the time. I was proud, so in Phoebe fashion, I recorded myself singing and put it on YouTube.
By Phoebe Dykstra6 years ago in Poets
How Can I Love Myself?
After 8 years of staying silent, or giving a fluff response, when being asked the question: ⁣ "HOW CAN I LOVE MYSELF?" ⁣ ⁣I now have an answer! (THANK THE HEAVENS!)⁣
By Phoebe Dykstra6 years ago in Poets
How Much Is Enough?
Despite having had a wonderful upbringing and always being provided for, I still managed to engulf myself in scarcity. When I was younger, I would cripple at the thought of going to a restaurant with anyone. What if they wanted to share food with me? What if they ate some of my fries and there wasn’t enough for me!
By Phoebe Dykstra6 years ago in Poets
Whose Fault Is It?
It’s so easy to blame others. What if! The next time you go to point your finger... You pause. Could this be my fault in some way?
By Phoebe Dykstra6 years ago in Poets
Failure
Failure is the most beautiful gift To receive But the hardest To accept We’re taught to fear it To hide desperately
By Andrea Jardine6 years ago in Poets
Trips in My Mind in the AM Ch. 4 + Ch. 5
The pain from my womb Reminds me that there are things Bigger than my love for you. Though now I understand it was one-sided
By LIFE MAZI6 years ago in Poets
Dear Anxiety
Dear Anxiety, You must really “love” me, don’t you? You’re with me everyday, and you always show up even when I don’t expect you.
By Young Poetic Queen7 years ago in Poets
Depression
Another day here all alone Nobody to talk to No hand to hold No one to hold me and tell me Everything's going to be okay
By Amal Marina Michel7 years ago in Poets
The Overflow
give in to the present open yourself to love. there are plenty of lives that have been destroyed or about to be. we are cursed
By Alessandra Salviani7 years ago in Poets
The Life-Bringing Curse
Time is a gift to all mankind. Though it is also a curse. It is always fleeting, forever changing. Life itself is a time bomb,
By Kenna Carlson7 years ago in Poets
My Dream
Like most people, I have dreams for the future. But there’s one dream I have that’s different than the others. This dream expands so wide,
By Young Poetic Queen7 years ago in Poets
Spice
What is life if there is no spice? One might dispose of it in a trice. Life without laughter and life without joy Is no life at all so it’s Spice we deploy.
By Helen Murray7 years ago in Poets