Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
You have absolutely no idea how incredible this freedom feels like. The ability to truly work on myself without being condemned of my actions.
By Joy Ergang7 years ago in Poets
The Journey... How long will this feeling last? The feeling of emotions rushing left and right but you simply not understanding why at the time.. this will eventually lead to an answer.
By Kyah Davina7 years ago in Poets
Drainage, Stress, Pain But It's Love Who Made These Rules... That Love Is Suppose To Be This Way Love Is All These Negatives Unhealthy Things
By Queen Rok7 years ago in Poets
I stood before the dawn; With sorrow in my heart. Tears from my eyes did part. I asked God for strength. As I watched the darkness pass,
By Patricia Edwards7 years ago in Poets
since the moment i saw your sweet little face its like everything stopped even time and space your cute little fingers curled around mine
By Jared Gordon7 years ago in Poets
One time we had to Hoping time won't to sleep Never tried to bind an hour When it comes to silence Sometime you allow they to stay
By E. NATASHA7 years ago in Poets
I can sit here and listen to every complain I can hear you say that you hate your life, that you wish you could die, that you can’t bare the pain any longer.
By Selena Mendez7 years ago in Poets
When the wake is rough and the docks make me nervous.. Sometimes I imagine me, floating on the water's surface. Not because I want to die,
By A. L. B.7 years ago in Poets
Hold your head high when you start to feel downKnow you're not alone even when no one's around You're in someone's prayers each night before they sleepTrusting you to God Almighty, holding you in His keep
By Shei B. Mohammad7 years ago in Poets
Throughout your time upon this Earth, To time of death from beginning of birth. There are things that must be known; There are things that must be shown.
By Michael Grube7 years ago in Poets
There are things I want to articulate today. As a young educated black woman. In this month, this month where my people shine
By Dimple Banner7 years ago in Poets
The jester and the lady There is a rustling, I think I am asleep or in some way shrouded, The room is dark glinting of blue and gold,
By Hadley Frances7 years ago in Poets
