Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I want to be born again where there is no shame and I can be who I really am no one to blame no answers that cut you open
By Domenica Curro7 years ago in Poets
I yearned for more. More love. More attention More of a thought. More of a connection Instead, I found that I needed to form a way to grow, create a new home. To prune my insecurities and mend the crumbling roof of doubt I was being shown.
By Steven Altman7 years ago in Poets
I sat back & watched you As every door you’ve viciously prised open slams back on your finger tips I watch you sink to your heels every time
By Victoria K7 years ago in Poets
Happy thoughts of strawberry fudge, makes my heart sing, and oh it should. Sweetness fills your hearts desires, for that it should be admired.
By Hayley Dodwell7 years ago in Poets
Black cats crossed Their path with orange And white eyes. Speaking spells Of hell and damnation As Halloween is The damned.
By Alexia Villanueva7 years ago in Poets
Come sit for tea my Dear, she says to the moon. Brightly shining on her spell Book like treasure in the bottom Of the sea
We dress as we aren’t Pink lips, wings, green eyes and Dresses. But we have masks for the killers, Beauty for the girly girls and
Dear Gymnastics, I always knew in the back of my mind, that one day there would come a time, when I'd have to leave all this behind.
By briana ledesma7 years ago in Poets
You can say my skin Is orange and isn’t filled With sweet potato bruises. You can say the black Cat doesn’t cross my path
I was always too cute Too scare, made of cinnamon, Sugar, and scary spice My lips to small to calculate Roar, eyes to wide made
When I look at you walking near, I know I never need to fear. Your loyalty will always be strong, to you I can do no wrong.
Howl's, meows, and screams Fill the webs of love like ghost marshmallows In hot chocolate drowning In cream. Fangs filling virgin blood,
