inspirational

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

Me Too
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
The Forgiveness in Humiliation
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
Drowning
We need to go, We need to leave. My mind races faster than I can catch it. We need to go, We need to leave. I need to get my boy somewhere safe.
By Anastasia Barth7 years ago in Poets
A Familiar Soul
Electricity sparks with each step of her boots, Demanding attention to scintillant attributes- Silver echoes through the black
By Christina Lonsinger7 years ago in Poets
Thoughtful Poems
If you enjoy my work, please don't be afraid to tip. I appreciate any contribution. Even a penny will inspire me to continue writing.
By Thorne Belladonna7 years ago in Poets
Skin
I see you turning the pages of your chest, your skin is rising, your soul bursts right through. Your blood pumps with rage, setting your skin on fire. You now glow with persistence to not give up. Every movement you make is to survive and thrive within your own skin. You were once filled with anxiety to be at peace with who you are and now your desire is to live wildly unafraid. Your skin moves with every ache of your beating heart, writing an exquisite story that has yet to be told.
By Georgina Melendez7 years ago in Poets
Yellow Balloon
She sits on the sidewalk with her yellow balloon She doesn’t make a sound, doesn’t talk, but inside screams the truth A tear rolls off her pretty cheek as goals and reality meet
By Ecarg Nosive7 years ago in Poets
Time
Take more time To have more time but don't waste time looking back in time and never waste time worrying about the time.
By joe thompson7 years ago in Poets
Running
The movement of the trees in the breeze As the wind moves the bees The ground is full of the sounds of drive As I dive in the waters cold and bitter
By Maria Clary7 years ago in Poets
"Sit Down, Boy!"
Let me tell you a story about life Boy. In this journey that we all walk along on— We tend to put on five different masks.
By Sana Alibux7 years ago in Poets
I Hated Her
I hated her, Her mouth, her nose, her eyes, and even her doughy, dimpled thighs. I loathed her lack of beauty, and despised all her ugly.
By Audrea Neblett7 years ago in Poets
The Beautiful Win
Her entire being is shrouded in Danger. She walks with a sense that would say That she is primed for the beautiful win. Never does she linger too long and stay.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets