Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
When the water stills, do you feel the truth? Are you inspired by the mirror image left on the surface? Or do you see the depths and the wonder of what is?
By GARY DEAN7 years ago in Poets
"The Whisper"... I've been hearing but not listening, it has been so very long. Since I was touched by the beauty within the birds sweet song.
By Steven Baldry7 years ago in Poets
A leaf, a breeze, a warm sunbeam, simple things that can make you dream. From day to day your mind will rest but your only aware when it is over.
These are my battle scars Some are deep Some are shallow Some were the cause of your words and some of my own But none were meant to cut my life short
By Finn River Clemons7 years ago in Poets
You're surrounded by those stronger, taller, ALIVE But keep in mind that not one of them had it easy They've encountered winds strong enough to tear them apart
Since I joined the world in 1982, Nothing for me to do, Except for fight from the first breath of life, She won’t survive,
By Yvonne Knight7 years ago in Poets
What can seconds mean now? As they are now spent alone. Now I sleep just a slave to my rapture; and I am left obsessively dreaming of you.
By Kendra Adams7 years ago in Poets
The encapsulating dew drops of time stands still inside of me When the winds of the departed glaciers melt away Tainted memories of you
By Aiyan Turley7 years ago in Poets
Change... What is this face? What is the change? It is not like the one I am used to, filled with little living emotions I was confused.
By Kyah Davina7 years ago in Poets
A red rose Naturally red So beautiful And pure-bred A black rose Not natural color But magnificent Makes emotions whir
By Dylan Long7 years ago in Poets
It can't be a world like this... People in need... money and greed NFL sparrow flies the coups or takes a knee to the soldier on the front line covered in enemy blood beyond the pyramid sands
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse7 years ago in Poets
Pursuit. of a creamy, alabaster self-affair. The bona fide, ineffably kind affection, in which even silence is understood.
By Maison Ray7 years ago in Poets
