Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I feel as high as a kite in the month of July, My heart soars in my chest ready to fly, The beast of love and that of true bliss,
By Leigh Clawar7 years ago in Poets
If I had known six years ago, the things I know today, I'd have done things differently; avoided all the pain. Id go fishing with my papa, more often than I did,
By Haley Vandyke7 years ago in Poets
It ain’t like in the movies It ain’t like on TV It don’t take no hour To get everything I need Now I wish it was that easy
By Venus Gold Bloom7 years ago in Poets
Love is a shadow. Sylvia Plath told me this the other day. Her voice barely a whisper, Cold hands intertwined As I close my eyes,
By Jamie Ripperda7 years ago in Poets
Lord, can you hear me, because I need to talk to you. As I stand here before this mirror looking at the woman staring back at me.
By Tamika Vaughn7 years ago in Poets
Tiny thoughts amplified, echoing, Creating cracks in my already broken spirit. Visions of despair, reinforced by the paralyzed heart.
By Olinka Peterson7 years ago in Poets
I began writing poetry at fifteen. At the time I wrote poetry largely as a means of fulfilling an English requirement in high school. I wrote poetry, because my mind tends to give me a string of words or a single image to work with.
By Nalda Parker7 years ago in Poets
What to write? On blank page that innocently lies. It taunts and it haunts and never gives away the secrets it holds. To unfold the magic, Foolishly to proceed
By Mellford7 years ago in Poets
Life is a mountain we’re all forced to climb. Whether or not hiking is your thing, you’re doing it. You come across some valleys, you come across some rivers, you may even come across another hiker or even a bear.
By Axel Jameson7 years ago in Poets
Singled out With no where to go. Your friends are all drunk As they put on a show, And you stand there with a drink And your broken heart.
By Kat Garcia7 years ago in Poets
Light in the Sky Have you ever seen the world at night when the stars light up the sky When all the lights from earth are off and the sun begins to die
By Elizabeth Williams7 years ago in Poets
how can a bullet turn into a man?flying on the wings of your heelsshouting, "catch me if you can!"piercing the air like a heartthumping off-beat,gripping your chestfrom the insidepushing your lungs apart
By Julia Corrado7 years ago in Poets
