inspirational

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

Vagabond's Hopes
I cannot seem to sit still So I wander where I will Always looking for somewhere Bouncing around with no care I am cursed with wanderlust
By Christopher O'Sullivan7 years ago in Poets
The Angel of the Battlefield
The war began and nurses were needed, So I decided to volunteer. I have never seen so much blood and wounds in one place,
By Natalie C..7 years ago in Poets
In the Name of Love
It’s true that you cannot love without deeply loving yourself. I sought love all the time, I sought it everywhere but where it actually was.
By KK7 years ago in Poets
To the Woman Who Has Been Through It All, and Still Stands Tall...
To the woman who has been through it all... I see you. You walk through this world relentlessly. You wear your battle scars proudly and you have let your experiences be the bible for which you abide by.
By Hope J. Nas7 years ago in Poets
Nothing Is Everything
According to my predicaments I refuse to let those become excuses Nothing is everything, I know I can turn that into something
By savage writer7 years ago in Poets
Queen
Within the Forbidden Forest there is no king The Queen’s demands through the universe ring How dare the weak ask why just a Queen
By Bazal Morani7 years ago in Poets
Loss
It’s just sinking in that you’re gone. All the times we sat together, At home watching TV, In the wild watching the fire,
By R. G. Reidburn7 years ago in Poets
Pain and Misery Became My Advantage
if there’s fuel left in the tank, then put it to use i see adversity as an opportunity for growth, not an obstacle i enjoy it when they doubt me
By savage writer7 years ago in Poets
How Have I Been Playing Small
i am guilty for playing small i do that a lot maybe i do so to protect myself or to blow people away once i get the chance to play bigger
By savage writer7 years ago in Poets
This Body Teaches Me
Air dense with trees and pollen, I couldn’t get a breath in. Sent to live in an oxygen tent at age seven. Short breaths Left their autograph in my health,
By Summer Koester7 years ago in Poets
The Me I Admire Most
I hear the seagulls again. And before I open my eyes I stop to pretend. For a little while I'm on a beach. Somewhere far away and desolate.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice7 years ago in Poets
Inner Guidance
The spirit beckons the attentive call Unstoppable like the river swollen with rain Flowing through our lives pointing the way
By GARY DEAN7 years ago in Poets