inspirational

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

Sketch to Masterpiece
Residual damage is the kind of breakage that doesn’t leave you as soon as you’re free. It lingers in your lungs like the stain of smoke
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA7 years ago in Poets
As I Drift
It's 3:37 AM and my mind's adrift... In a sea of consciousness that may not be my own Lo-fi beats chill out the energy surrounding me
By Kalia Garbut7 years ago in Poets
I'm Letting Go
I’m letting goIn drips and drops, slowly bleedingIn Everest sized chunks cleaving at once I’m letting goOf never ending shameOf anger at the ways I’m hurtOf hating who I am and who I be, and how I doOf wanting things not meant for meOf not wanting the things I should (and need)Of darkness and anger, inky black, and always on the edgesOf sorrowful pain for what could have beenOf the naïve notion of living up to my potentialOf needing love too severely and taking a facsimile from wrong sourcesOf wanting to be seen as right and goodOf tightening my grip on people who’ve never existed as I see themOf needing control when I should let goOf being scared and little and sadOf identifying as damaged and otherOf desiring loved ones that never existed, in the ways I needed them, a lifetime ago
By Tiffany Brandon7 years ago in Poets
What Is a Woman?
What is a woman? A woman is beauty and strength A woman is creative and able A woman is smart and witty A woman is driven and inspiring
By E B7 years ago in Poets
Where I’m From
I am from bruises, From cigarettes and “just one more’s. I am from late nights and loud fights; Screaming, swearing and the sound of slamming doors.
By Cassidy Henry7 years ago in Poets
Speak Up
I’m drowning in a lake of fire with tiny heat resistant mosquitos biting under my arm pits and underneath my panties. That’s when I hear a voice behind me- or maybe it’s beside me.
By Tera Summers7 years ago in Poets
Your Moment
This is a period of time Where only this is happening and you can't escape Where a moment comes and goes and you are presently in it
By Dominique Lewis7 years ago in Poets
Look at Me
Truly look at her, And what do you see? A girl with glasses, And an unfinished smile. But when people look down, What do they see?
By Teddi Coleman7 years ago in Poets
I Can Give More
I say to myself I can give more When my eyes are blurry from sleep still And they rush around the corner smelling of warm pajamas and bed head
By Hadley Frances7 years ago in Poets
A Lifelong Adventure
It took two years to get this far In my beat up little red car With the music blaring And everyone staring, I couldn’t be happier.
By Sara Peterson7 years ago in Poets
She Loved Him More Than Any
She loved Him more than any sweet Miriam Magdalena. She was ever by His side except when carrying their children, of them there were three.
By Aunidan Christi KPGS7 years ago in Poets
The Uterus
This organ of mystery for me will be history. A story dampened by continual crampin'. It won't be missed, it just makes me pissed
By Monica Bennett7 years ago in Poets