Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
What is quiet money when money talks? The cash cows know that these are the best notes. How can cash be vocal while nonsense walks?
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
What’s a sin if it can be forgiven? What is this world that we live in? Trump’s America Back to tradition When we had dirt roads and sailed from kinships
By Ecarg Nosive7 years ago in Poets
He wished for the melodious hums of birds to be his alarm each day break. And for the peaceful sound of crashing waves to be his lullaby at night.
By K7 years ago in Poets
Everyday we’re inundated with scenes Of throngs of people grasping at the goods. Selfishness to the unwise simply means That all of these acts are fit for the woods.
Dancing emotions almost run dry, burdens left behind blue sky, marriage granted by the King and Queen, fortunes changed by destiny.
By Aunidan Christi KPGS7 years ago in Poets
For there is nothing that can take the fear away Theres nothing that can be submissively incorrect You have to be a curious person to see the light
By Vaeh Unicorn7 years ago in Poets
Boots. Dog Tags. Camouflage. Distance. That is what life is for many years for some. Alone. Afraid. Worried. Proud. Emotions you feel every single day.
By Kelsie Cohu7 years ago in Poets
The wind howled, the snow fell, the trees swayed A winter hell. Ice formed on electric lines Lights flickered, blinked on and off, alas power lost
By Jennine Donier7 years ago in Poets
Believe. My only design in life’s fashion. Is to live with wildest passion. To feel present... In every day that I’m alive.
By Steven Baldry7 years ago in Poets
A day, a week, a month, a year, what time has to pass before change is sought. What investment we make to the happiness we seek, when will we know what is enough.
By GARY DEAN7 years ago in Poets
When I pray I pray to you, Daddy No god in the sky can make me happy I pray for your guidance When my day has me beat I think of your smile
You taught me how to hide away the things that needed healing, But no one should be made to doubt their sanity for feeling.
By Cayto Waterlemon7 years ago in Poets
