Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Never been to jail So why do I feel like a criminal? Wondering why the pain controls me like it’s subliminal. It crushes me way beyond critical.
By Latrell Levanduski7 years ago in Poets
I love deeper than deep I move quicker than fast. I set my goals on my future, and I'm not held back by my past. Grew up with a mentality of if you’re not first
sometimes I’d get lost in your brown eyes. I’d see white lies. It took me two and a half years to rid myself of you. It’ll take me seven years to renew.
By Darling DJ7 years ago in Poets
I know majority of my poems may seem sad, but somehow my life just came down to that wrapped in darkness, no peak hole, just heartless.
By Jewell Coleman7 years ago in Poets
It's not about the want It's about the need The need we're all entitled to Not the action or response we expect But what is drawn to us
By Ryan McDonagh7 years ago in Poets
Celluloid silver, flickering brightly Friends who've come to stay Never leaving, warm embracing They'll make tolerable every day
By Kristi Lewis7 years ago in Poets
Now that I know, Can you forgive me for my angry cries? I know I'm bad, and that's the reason, I apologise! I close my eyes
By Recks Reyes7 years ago in Poets
Time to reset, rest up, recharge. Forget about what happened yesterday Don’t dwell on mistakes Let go of the pain, set it free
By Daya B7 years ago in Poets
I feel the air flow through my hair, The wind upon my cheeks, the wondrous gale of excitement. I dream that I can fly and fly high for flight has never been my plight.
By Chas C. Smith7 years ago in Poets
They cut the trees down, the trees at the start of the driveway that leads to the home for older people, (well, older than me anyway)
By Ricky McQuillan7 years ago in Poets
There’s an itch I can’t scratch. I’m actually starting to think it’s inside my brain. You know that type of itch that your fingers can’t reach well enough to make it go away.
By Skye Marie7 years ago in Poets
I sit, I wait, I long for more. My heart, it breaks each day by four For that’s the time I write and rhyme By four thirty-three, I erase a line.
By Jae Da Boss7 years ago in Poets
