inspirational

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

Torches
It's been three weeks since the last time I wrote. So much for remaining consistent, I know. I know that procrastination is only an obstacle in the way. A thick wall that I've climbed so many times that I'm surprised I hadn't conquered it by today.
By JOHNNY ANOMALY7 years ago in Poets
I Can't Believe I Stayed in Your Rain
I can't believe that I was a witness to my own pain I can't believe that I would think that I could gain I can't believe that I thought I could stand your rain
By kadee grace7 years ago in Poets
Unique Is My Name
Unique is my name I’m not ashamed I don’t want fame To be remained Listen to my story Don’t you worry Singing is my passion
By Let Her Be Unique7 years ago in Poets
Cosmic Drains
A drain is like a black hole in space. We are the water, always flowing like generations rolling into the past. But what is beyond the drain? After the water slips down the sink, disappearing from sight? The energy gets recycled once again, to a different location, serving a new purpose but one in the same.
By Christina Marie7 years ago in Poets
Like Steal
At night I lay in bed and there is like a bomb ticking in my head and I try to dismantle it with the power of faith with the light force of breath
By Domenica Curro7 years ago in Poets
Felicity
Down a country road, I discover the shore of a peaceful place The arm of a great lake where waves cleanse rocks I locate a spot, get lost in my thoughts, and presume they'll bathe me too
By meka carter7 years ago in Poets
Unapologetically Melanated
This melanin comes with a dash of honey and hint of cinnamon. It can be sweet, but there is still a hint of spice. This spice was not always an ingredient of my melanin;
By De'Ja Wilcher7 years ago in Poets
Questioned Strength
My name is Kalel, But my strength's a question mark. I always saw myself powered by the close sun, A prideful plant standing on books.
By Monique Star7 years ago in Poets
Perks of Being a Coward
Murphy was a rain cloud And brightness pulling the lips' ends Are always blocked from view The moment his law pours down on you.
By Monique Star7 years ago in Poets
Be Me
What you don’t understand is, I’m trying my very hardest to please you with everything I do. And what you can’t believe is,
By heaven young7 years ago in Poets
Maintenance
Minutes after midnight I climb out of bed Finding comfort on my patio in the easy pose Legs crossed, hands stacked in my lap, palms facing the stars
By meka carter7 years ago in Poets
Identity
I wake up, feel the sun on my skin And stare at the reflection looking back And I am a woman. Soft skin and perfect pouting lips
By Robin7 years ago in Poets