inspirational

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

An Ode to February 2019
Maybe it was the way that you made me avoid her gaze This month of Sandra Bullock movies and snow days The trigger of the smile that once uplifted my soul
By SAYHERNAME Morgan Sankofa7 years ago in Poets
Everyday Magic
Pay attention to the people who smile during thunderstorms and run wild through fields of flowing flowers. The ones who never stop catching fireflies
By Kiersten Fox7 years ago in Poets
Trail Blaze
Thursday 2am Walking home from my campus job head down and grumbling, I bury my head deeper into my scarf in an attempt to escape the winds.
By Kiersten Fox7 years ago in Poets
Perspective
When life is seen from broad perspective, Life is enjoyable, Cos value is given to those who are there in life, When life is seen from narrow perspective,
By Shweta 7 years ago in Poets
The Window
Staring through the glass Waiting for the time to pass Isolated Sunrise and night fades Warm sun and dark shade Frustrated
By Jenny Beck7 years ago in Poets
Believe in Yourself
Believe in yourself. Love starts with you. at times hard to find more difficult to define. Why love yourself? Reasons you think to let in hate.
By Alex Romo7 years ago in Poets
Dying to Live
I wrestled with God and I asked Him why, I wrestled with Life and asked it why… I looked at myself and I did not know me, all I could feel was the feeling of being consumed with trying to find answers, trying to again figure out a way out… AN OPEN DOOR, I was running and I was tired
By Nomzamo Ndlovu7 years ago in Poets
Show-Off
Hey feeling happy cos of possessions, This happiness is arising as there is attachment to material, This pseudo flaunting based on materials takes one Nowhere,
By Shweta 7 years ago in Poets
We Are Survivors Poem
In my 70 years, I have learned how to survive So many trials and tribulations that I’ve had to fight Starting with losing a big brother that drowned from a dive
By Jessica Dumas7 years ago in Poets
Under the Covers
Maybe I just need to clear my head Meet someone and laugh instead Of always distancing myself From the crowd and getting help
By Anonymous7 years ago in Poets
The Silence
Quiet on all fronts and as for me a silent storm. The silence is not evil but beautiful and vibrant in colors. A beauty that is unspoiled and unspoken. The silence is not a season nor are there reasons. The quiet room is where I shall be, where my thoughts flow endlessly. From beginning the silence was there and now to here. Silence storms stronger than ever before in waves of rage. In waves of gentle caresses from mother nature herself. Hush there is more to realize than we thought before. Shush you know what is there and what is not. The silence stares in the dark on the front of the page silence storms and you write the rage.
By Virginia Worthington7 years ago in Poets
Who
who do you wanna be its the question you always hear when you are a kid but how? when you are so small how do you know but that question always come back when you get older also
By Sheena Ann7 years ago in Poets