Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Through the door she enters, gasping for breath Baggage is just too heavy, needing only some rest No rest for the weary or the wicked as one says
By B C7 years ago in Poets
How deep can you go, do you want to know or be shown? Let'senter down that rabbit hole…. to come out on the other side a "new soul"!
By Yahruth B. Els7 years ago in Poets
What do you do when you don’t like where you are in life? When efforts to grow fail, due to lack of nourishment And your environment is too toxic to support any life force flourishing
By meka carter7 years ago in Poets
No matter what the reason. Something always changes. Things are that way. Just sometimes we don’t notice when changes come.
By Florence Crum7 years ago in Poets
Staying healthy is a blessing, Staying fit is a blessing, Hard work pays off, Modern day routines making fitness difficult,
By Shweta 7 years ago in Poets
Stripped to my skin exposing all that I am Imperfections on display as I bare everything, not giving a damn Confident and proud of who I’ve become
Happiness is the sight of an auburn mountain top, covered with feathery white snow. Glistening brilliantly as it reflects the gold rays of the warm sun.
By Megan Artus7 years ago in Poets
It was a hot day of course. When was it not? And it was a home meet. Us girls were setting up our blocks and test running over the hurdles a few times when suddenly the Official called out loudly-
That which makes me who I am is not in a name. Dominique is a part of me but it does not define me. Nor am I defined by the labels society wants me to conform to.
By Dominique Jones7 years ago in Poets
I think us good girls have chosen a bad boy over a good boy at least once in our lives. For some reason they’re the ones with the sweetest words, the softest touch & the brightest vibes.
By Jewell Coleman7 years ago in Poets
I literally and seriously need movement. My literacy will brilliantly read clueless. Then mentally scan entities and see through them.
By MarQuell Tyric ❄️💎7 years ago in Poets
Different generations collected in lockets around our spine, faces being careless in times that we coincide. How did we transition to the present?
By Nicholas Barber7 years ago in Poets
