Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Because Athena and Artemis Love Me. Even the Gods let out a wail when the first arrow was shot, that arrow taken from my heart and put Into hers.
By Megan Hegeman8 years ago in Poets
Aztecs ruled Aztlan... Aztlan, the heart of the people... This culture still goes on strong today with the true Chicanos, Chicano Pride...
By Melissa Gonzales-Nestor8 years ago in Poets
To sew buttons on a blanket And pass on a name To honor my grandmother By wearing her jewelry To sing the songs of my people
By megan hope8 years ago in Poets
Every night i close my eyes Hoping that there will be a surprise And in my conscious is where it lies Fears that may never divide
By Kanesha Pierce8 years ago in Poets
Dear money, Money shmoney. I never had problem with you, and i don't think I will have. but i still don't like you. For some people
By Okij 8 years ago in Poets
I smile. I enjoy my day. I see good people. I do good things. I feel it. Confident. Comfortable. Happy. I make someone feel good.
By Matt Martin8 years ago in Poets
I got Ambitions and I got goals, I got stories that still ain't been told but when you hear them stories you will see the words flow off my lips like poetry. They tell the ugly truth in the most beautiful way the words that only I can say about my story and about my truths and and if they destroy you I seal your grave with a kiss and I love you.
By cheyenne 8 years ago in Poets
What are we in this world? People try their best for others but most of the time they don’t even have their own reason to live.
By Roxanne Morin8 years ago in Poets
Stepping over, crossing the line That's been drawn Stepping over into a new dimension Slowly losing air going under sensationally willing to feel the urge to give up
By Pamela Gray8 years ago in Poets
Drills of insecurities has its way of making tunnels in your heart making distrust the hole that allows truth to slip through so easily
By stephanie rivera8 years ago in Poets
We are part of a revolution that paints flowers in fields filled with barren lands We are part of a revolution that refuses to allow selfishness,
We all have our flaws, and everyone tells you to embrace them; but I can’t embrace my worst one I am extremely contradicting, and it kills me. I look in the mirror, and become the best coach there is to man. I tell myself:
By F.A.E8 years ago in Poets
