Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Drifting fast into a state of zen, I am like a candle's flame. Alone, meditating, I flicker no more. I am steady and controlled and the wind is nonexistent here and now. Nothing will snuff me out. I am strong and my mind- although empty- feels powerful along with it.
By Seleena7 years ago in Poets
It came to me so suddenly, Way too quick for me to see And stop it before it got too close For me to leave it be. I had never been so close to this
By Aubrie Thomas7 years ago in Poets
14 was the age that I became a slut, He asked me for sex, no, so he tried to put it up my but. Dominating this vulnerable child, celebrating with his sinister smile.
By Mica Armstrong7 years ago in Poets
Boys are always asking me If I “think I can handle” them Asserting their insecurity As if I haven’t seen it yet What do you even mean?
By Kaya May7 years ago in Poets
Just to walk, And see what was Outside Her reality, Not to think about what Time to return, Or when she might Be required next.
By Chaos Magic7 years ago in Poets
I was young, a giant ball of energy ready to be released. I thought to myself, "my motivations will never decrease." I motion clumsily with provocation, what is this new dance?
By Brian Anonymous7 years ago in Poets
In my dreams, I am living an Italian Summer. I wake up to a soft breeze, Sending vibrations through my veins, And warm beams of sunlight,
By ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧7 years ago in Poets
The question comes to me with no answer attached Then, I see it clearly, and I have to laugh It’s so obvious, so bright, so right in my face
By Becca Willson7 years ago in Poets
There's a ripple effect deep within So many stories interwoven Beaten and broken for love Cast aside and hated for growth
By Zion McThomas7 years ago in Poets
It was happy until it wasn't— Then, it was sad. It was extraordinary until it wasn't— Then, it was just routine. It was something until it wasn't—
By Bianca Wargo7 years ago in Poets
I am afraid of the dark. I am afraid of the dark. I'm afraid of the dark. Now, mock me if you must, but I swear to you this is no lark.
By Kimberly Johnson7 years ago in Poets
What destroyed me was deeper than the imprint of your body on the left side of the mattress. You always knew I hated the left side, but you, my right hand, loved the side I hated.
By Nat T7 years ago in Poets
