inspirational

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

“You Are Strong”
International Women’s Day Everyday - #STEM An architect student sits still in a class full of men. Breathing in thinking to herself “I am strong”
By Hølly .7 years ago in Poets
Unity vs. Division
A ray of white light is a symbol of unity, It splits itself into seven colours VIBGYOR, Each colour symbolizes vibrations,
By Shweta 7 years ago in Poets
A Wild Journey
the way things come to be it’s magical really one moment leads to the other and before you know it, there you are surrounded by laughter, love, and people whom you never knew before
By Dany Sand7 years ago in Poets
Studying Together
We sit together in comfy home. Picking the words apart with a fine toothed comb. What did the writer mean? What kinds of things had he seen?
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
A Day
A day in life, A day in which there is no comparison, A day in which time is spent happily, A day in which dreams are big,
By Shweta 7 years ago in Poets
Tomorrow Doesn't Exist
I was asked to give the definition of tomorrow, By a now-deceased friend of mine. I never gave her an answer, so I suppose now I should tell you why.
By Marcy Rose7 years ago in Poets
The Inevitable
how do you pick yourself up when your knees burn from constantly falling down you climb the mountain, as you feel a rush through your body
By Dany Sand7 years ago in Poets
Life Is What We Allow It to Be...
Single. Taken. Married. All alone... I never felt as if I would or even could feel pride in myself again in this lifetime. As many of us do, I allowed words of others to gain control of my emotions. This led to me handing over the reigns of my entire being to basically nothing but thin air. I had fallen away from life so quickly it seemed. I prayed for help. I prayed for death. I prayed for guidance to show me the best way out of my living hell.
By Crystal Thomas7 years ago in Poets
Broken and Beautiful
You're broken and beautiful. I know you don't believe me, just wait, you see. That dysfunctional family you came from, who offered you no hope, or useful crumb,
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
Escape
Now that I am no longer there not trapped, paralyzed under your hateful glare now that I’m not right in front of you, your eyes are willing to soften.
By Kiersten Fox7 years ago in Poets
My Green Eyes
what makes this world so special at times and what makes this world so horrid at others I just want to know why why can't you be mine
By Lalala Maclemore7 years ago in Poets
Safe Harbor
Four ships set sail that spring, new and over confident. The first sank quickly, while its passengers were too busy convincing everyone around them that everything was fine.
By Kiersten Fox7 years ago in Poets