inspirational

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

Paradigm Shift
things look so different in different light, a new season, change the song. and the smell of rain and 50 degrees makes everything feel a bit healthier, less stagnant. and voicing a decision takes a weight off. free shoulders and new waves and realizing something you knew about yourself was wrong, has been wrong for years, and you aren't the person you met, or the one that you meant to be. all under grey skies, heavy cloud cover and a bit of spring warmth and an old habit back and biting. being someone else who might actually be you and not just an invention. and trying to figure out how to break it to everyone. i am not who you thought i was - i am not who you knew. it's been slowly creeping into my brain that something was a fabrication, and for weeks i have felt like i have been waiting, and i thought it was for nothing until i made an excuse for myself and it turned out to be the truth. and i knew i had to come here to digest it, the place where i have been swallowing fabricated selves for two and a half years, and the sky knew too, because it sent out the clouds to hide me while i did it.
By isa bel7 years ago in Poets
The Circle of Life
Life... And Death... It's the circle of Life Death is a phase in Life And Life is a phase in Death When we Die We go to Heaven
By Sam Al Hajjar7 years ago in Poets
Know Hope
I've thought about it once or twice, he'll let's be honest with ourselves it's more times than I can count because sometimes the pressure mounts like a never ending rain cloud dark and gloomy my thoughts were surely past moody so I sat and thought is this life, no there are far too many things out there that can't compare and to be fair while it might be hard at times that's life, all we do is worry about strife but to end it all is madness when there is so much gladness, so I thought about it and I'd much rather fill my days with love and kindness
By Mark lewis [bitwima]7 years ago in Poets
The Ideal
Upon reaching a new, more hopeful phase of my life, some self-contemplation seems both productive and inevitable. The Ideal
By Jillian Schupbach7 years ago in Poets
Mister
Stop and watch me While I conquer this new life Soak in all your misery While I shine in all this light Remember I'm great
By Samie Sosa7 years ago in Poets
Emptiness // Baby Girl
Baby Girl, i know what it’s like to wake up in the morning to sunlight shining through your window and an empty pit at the bottom of my stomach. i know you feel like giving up as you stare up at the popcorn ceiling with blurry vision and a pounding head, as the loneliness wraps around your body and consumes you like the crashing waves before a storm.
By Maddie McDonald7 years ago in Poets
Happy as I Could Be
Drown me in a river of milk Dip me in a pool of honey Life only gets softer than silk Happiness lies in tranquility and a penny
By senmial7 years ago in Poets
Remember
Do you remember the first time you fell in love? How all consuming it was? Do you recall the first time they said your name? The way only their voice could tame? Do remember the first time another's lips touched yours? The way you inhaled as if you forgot how to breathe? Did you forget how to speak? Do you recall the first time you felt desired? Did you see it as lust? Or did you believe that love was required? Do you remember the first time they looked you in the eyes? How did you feel? Did you feel as if their could be no lies swimming in those eyes? That they only contained life? Do you still hold onto that ache? Does it still cause you pain? If so, why don't you let it all go? I hope that you know, you don't have to hold on to it anymore. You deserve the world, and you deserve to find the happiness you craved from others within yourself. You deserve to be wanted, not simply needed. You deserve to feel love, not just love. You're so much stronger than you'll ever know, and you deserve to feel at home. Tell me, do you remember the fist time you felt joy? Even if it was just for a second, that you felt no pain? Tell me, do you recall the first time you walked outside, and saw the sky? The moment you fell in-love with not only the beauty around you, but the delicate intricate nature of it all? Did it give you pause? Tell me, did you stand open-mouthed in awe? If nature can mend, then why do you feel as if you heart cannot mend? This doesn't have to be the end, because eventually your heart and mind will convalesce.
By Abigail Rose7 years ago in Poets
Excuses You Own
The excuses you make are your own No one else is playing along You want to go do that? Do it You want to create that? Create it
By Ecarg Nosive7 years ago in Poets
Today Might Be Your Last
What if today was your last day? Would you be okay with your yesterdays? Would you be proud and say you lived your life?
By Sandra Dee7 years ago in Poets
Original Lyrics
"Your tears are not a sign of weakness. Just faith, guilt or fear revealing its face to the world through yours. No neutral level to be found. Either high up or too far down. We dream of flowers and beautiful sounds as the darkness slips over our world. Birds sing in all different keys, solemn stiff, calm the breeze. Ease the mind oh fill with ease the devil knows nothing of faith. Faith that we have not fully lost we drift by the extensive cost but fight for us, fight for the living. Fight for those lost and those still giving."
By Gregory Allen7 years ago in Poets
Not Perfect
Life sucks, let's talk about it. Not Perfect Not Perfect Sometimes the imperfections I have give people the implications that something bad happened to me.
By Louisa Brewer7 years ago in Poets