Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
How far and how vast is the sky that stretches over head like blown glass that shimmers with shadows and shapes like the ripples in an indefinite ocean
By Amanda Starks7 years ago in Poets
I don't want to perform and pretend I don't want to attack and defend I don't want to close up close up and shut down,
By Tigersugar Writer7 years ago in Poets
The night my grandfather died was the first time I wrote a poem in a good four years. And I don't know, maybe it's because I inherited my writing genes from him--
By Brynne Nelson7 years ago in Poets
Writing for Freedom The following is a series of poems I have written in order to explain how creative writing has made me come to terms with my cerebral palsy and more largely, myself.
By A.E. G.G7 years ago in Poets
When will be the day Where all colors unite, And everyone will say That there be a day and night? A time to remember the brutal
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
I won't let you tear me down. I may bend, but I won't break. I'll twist and coil, but I won't break under this tension.
By shaneikiyaz7 years ago in Poets
Wishes come true But you have to believe When things get blue You need positivity. Things go wrong Plans turn to dust But even the darkest song
By Hannah Wolfe7 years ago in Poets
From birth we are fed the scream of nothing in a world that has everything. Those who would love us lift us and set us loose
By Dr Joel LaNacey7 years ago in Poets
Her hooves thundered on the ground beneath Dark eyes darting Nostrils flaring, her breath, she breathed Into the fog The air crisp and sweet
By Carly Harper7 years ago in Poets
The word that means hello, goodbye, or peace in many different languages. It also symbolizes hope, for those who don't have it.
By Noivad's Meops7 years ago in Poets
Eat A cheese burger! Maybe a shake? A strong gust of wind would be more than you could take! I hear this so often, even from people on the street,
By Meg Sarai7 years ago in Poets
I’ve done everything to quiet you, Heatwaves and chemical warfare, Every plastic bottle with the promise to tame, never satisfied, cursing strands with minds of their own, an enemy of myself.
By Courtney Renée7 years ago in Poets
