inspirational

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

Spirit of Heaven
This beautiful spirit from above; how her light burns with love. Though the darkness surrounds her; her wisdom still shines through in all that is pure. Teaching me how to walk in a good way; guiding me in her light, day by day. With her, life seems bearable; with her my mind and heart stay stable. This Spirit from a higher kingdom seems to be pure Wisdom.
By Mindy Sleeper7 years ago in Poets
Her
A short poem for someone I care greatly about. May she rest well. By, Kandis Kellie Her. She was different because they told her she was.
By Kandis_ with_a_kay7 years ago in Poets
I Want to Die
I want to die. I'm not sure whether these words are true but as they leave my brain and form on paper I feel, relief. I find shade against the incandescence of life, in the shadow of death.
By utsu kuru7 years ago in Poets
Reaching for the Shore
When I watch the tide wash over the sand I wonder sometimes, how I ever made it out alive When the salt water erases my footsteps from the sand,
By Victoria Nicolova7 years ago in Poets
Friendship
There are these peculiar human beings that find us at some point in time. Rather it is by coincidence, or with a purpose. Some are meant to stay, and some are meant to go.
By Deborah Portillo7 years ago in Poets
I Want My Life Back
I could still hear the screams And see the beer in his hand, As he tried to step closer He could barely stand. So he gave me that look
By Kat Garcia7 years ago in Poets
On the Realities of Breaking & Letting Go
The stinging eyes, the quickening heartbeat, the dizzy head, the loss of breath, the inability to move into a new space. The feeling of being so paralyzed, locked jaw, shaky muscles, glazed over eyes.
By Alyssa Sanders7 years ago in Poets
There’s a History in These Bones
& now I’m relearning how to love from my past selves. I’ve literally been reading my old journals, old blogs, old texts, reminding myself of what love looks like.
By Alyssa Sanders7 years ago in Poets
Finding Light in My Darkest Hour (Poem)
I wrote a letter as my tears started falling I began writing "To my parents whom I’ve looked up upon, and to my relatives whom expected more from who I am
By Andrea Danielle7 years ago in Poets
The Path
She came to a place in the forest where one path broke into two One one path stood her loved ones cheering for her to come their way
By Jasette Kinshall7 years ago in Poets
Lullaby
This is a lullaby, please don't cry, those feelings that you try to hide, about someone who died. So many things you wanted to say, but they faded away. Put down that blade, and listen to what I have to say. Don't cut. I know how you feel, I lost someone too. You may get bullied, I've been there too. So take my hand, and drop the blade, and listen to what I have to say. Don't say goodbye. Dry your eyes, untie that rope, please don't cry, don't take your life, it's a gift. There's life and death and many people die everyday. Some are bullied, some are abused, some are even bruised. I know you're depressed, I've been there too, but don't give up so easily, don't let it lose your life so precious as can be. Some people die after they are born. So don't take your life because you are lucky to be alive. This is my lullaby.
By Kirsten Huey7 years ago in Poets
To the Sky
The sky unleashes morbid feelings for people, the sky creates a new road for people. The sky has its own path. The path that creates pictures and colors for people to see.
By Devonte Lemons7 years ago in Poets