inspirational

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

Encouragement
To the girl Who told me I’m too ugly to make it That you need looks to survive, I used to believe you My life was miserable.
By Tara W7 years ago in Poets
Growth
I’m at a point in my life where I’m putting myself first. I have expectations and these expectations will be met. I won’t compromise for anyone and I won’t beg anyone to fuck with me. I won’t spazz I won’t shout I’ll just put distance between us.
By Ola The Scribbler7 years ago in Poets
Think
Wake up and think, Think of the things that have hurt you. Wait, think of something happy. Rewind and back track your mind.
By Elizabeth Huffman7 years ago in Poets
Cluttered
You know when you're cleaning your room because you're finally sick of your mom screeching in your ear and when you first walk into your room, you just kinda take in your mess?
By Veda Mora7 years ago in Poets
You're Your Home
You meet someone who glows with a lightAnd they'll warm a place in your heart with a fire so bright.But if it's ignited by someone who only stayed to share a spark, When they leave, you might feel like you've been plunged into the dark. You think you've never felt so empty and so filled with echo,Yet you're still breathing like you did before they came and like you will after they go.A tree separated from its dead branches, you'll blossom from your stem,Your strongest pieces are everything they couldn't take away with them.Don't consider yourself homeless if they leave, their absence will help you grow. You are your own first home and your own first love and that's what you need to know.
By Koumal Patel7 years ago in Poets
F.W.P.S
So, it's the weekend and I'm minding my business... ya' know, just chillin'./ This voice behind me says "biGG J-Love! Why you leave the big city?"/
By orveal mejia7 years ago in Poets
Wings
I’ve been called a lot of negative things. I’ve been called negative things so many times, I’ve begun to believe them. When I believe them
By Lydia Oz7 years ago in Poets
Antithesis
There is a sundial in my soul that has lived in half shadow for some time now. My compass has always pointed me south even when hell was far behind.
By Alana McDermott7 years ago in Poets
My Father Was An Architect
My father was an architect, And he built bridges, town Halls and a railway station. He lived on courage and Drive and the need to leave
By Joseph Parkinson7 years ago in Poets
You Name It
Do you 👀 what I 👀? (Rhetorical) Covered from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. Perfect imbalanced of a well balanced rocky lifestyle.
By LaNesha "SoBetta" Stile7 years ago in Poets
Lost in Vocalization
Warning! If you are close to the one you love this poem may excite you to nymphomania. If you are taking any drugs that alter the senses, it is advised to wait three days as this poem is so hot it may cause severe hallucinations. And if you have a heart condition well you gone die anyway so look at this as dying on top of your fine ass woman during—well you figure it out!
By I AM. Master of Arts7 years ago in Poets
The Daily Life of an Office Worker
I seek tranquility in the chaos of my daily life. My mind is pushed like the trees in a hurricane, bending to the will of its driving force.
By GARY DEAN8 years ago in Poets