Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Hiding behind the mask Masks of so many different kinds Masks to cover up what others can't see Masks to cover up what I don't want to see
By Traneshia Sormer8 years ago in Poets
While in the moment you fail to see. Your surroundings whatever they be. Just take a moment to reflect. Where you are and what you’ve said.
By GARY DEAN8 years ago in Poets
As a child, i was told to alter myself I was told that being big wasn’t good for my health I was told that a natural fro wasn’t cute
By scherasade lewis8 years ago in Poets
It is my turn to decide whether to run away or stay. We wait for the perfect moment to come, but the truth is that our fears prevent us from taking on new adventures. We are so afraid of falling that we fail to realize that the perfect moment is standing right before us.
By Yenn Leal8 years ago in Poets
Waking up to a heavy heartbeat, eyes open wide ready to face my critique the thought of me presenting my structure makes my palms sweaty and
By Amy pineda8 years ago in Poets
Close your eyes and imagine you’re walking on a pebble beachCan you feel the sharpness of rocks tickle beneath your feet? Are your toes curdling at the squeamishness of wet sand?Do you feel the lack of power when walking or even trying to stand?
By Jord Tury8 years ago in Poets
Read my face and you'll find no emotion Read my words and you'll find inspiration See, I found that my words were a creation
By Terrib 1178 years ago in Poets
Tonight, a star sprouts wings Small, and saturated in embers are these wings But as the star progresses through these challenges
By Alistair Hume8 years ago in Poets
Take me away and let me dream of meadows resplendent in the warm summer sun. Take my mind into a frivolous daydream left to meander in whichever course prevails.
I use the wet mud on the rocks as paint to draw my wishes. My friend’s sigh is the reminder of where we are,the shell that currently stores my dreams at night;the living quarters that excavate breath from my lungsas if the world demanded it needed mine.
By Ti Ana8 years ago in Poets
I want you in my arms, I want you on my lips. I miss seeing your face, Whilst holding on your hips. I think what we had was special,
By Danny8 years ago in Poets
Heaven I wonder what it’s like to go up above To be a spirit or a ghost, someone others love I wonder what it’s like to be in the clouds so high
By Ellis Hughes8 years ago in Poets
