inspirational

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

Machine With Wheels
Handlebars speckled with rust that steered directly towards adventure Petals pressed on a journey Her cape, plaid with white, black, and red streaming off into the 61 degree winds
By Joanna Blair8 years ago in Poets
On Memorial Day
Fly the flag or fly a kite; Show the colors, clear and bright. See the people everywhere; There is freedom in the air.
By r. nuñez8 years ago in Poets
A Quitter in Me
I quit, letting my anxiety get the best of me. Being so overwhelmed with task that I just want to hide in sympathy. I quit trying to be the quiet one in a room & letting others have an opinion for me.
By Stacy G. Found8 years ago in Poets
Damáō
Damáō I cried into my palm, once, all the tears I had left inside, they turned to salt and stars and when I puffed frost breath over them,
By Penny Blake8 years ago in Poets
Take Back the Crown
We come from kings and queens A lineage of royalty From the beginning of time The world formed from our bloodline Along the way
By PreShus Grayson-Lee8 years ago in Poets
Better Than Today
Endlessly they picked on me Just couldn’t get enough All I could do was walk away Pretending to be tough But inside I died
By PreShus Grayson-Lee8 years ago in Poets
Mahrime
Mahrime It will take months for the bones to heal. For the blood to entirely cease / For the light to come and illuminate them/
By Penny Blake8 years ago in Poets
What Do You See?
What do you see? Look again. Look harder. Everyday we; walk by, work alongside, great, smile, scorn, embrace, mock. We see what we perceive. Individual perceptions difer. How hard do you look? Do you even care to look? Do you notice them? The little things?
By Polly ODwyer8 years ago in Poets
I Am Strong
I am strong and yet weak I have my battles that I fight This path to peace I always seek Life is a journey and I stay to the light.
By Sarah Hopper8 years ago in Poets
Self-Interested Ball Play
A direct pass to A teammate that then Allows for a score By field goal is a Beautiful thing. It Requires the skill And prowess of the
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Poets
The Beauty of Mac 'N Cheese
I always come home to “I’m hungry!” I drop my bag at the door.I toss the stiff noodles into 6 cups of water and read the box. I stir the mac n’ cheese.
By Justina Jude8 years ago in Poets
Self Love
Stretch marks, scars and cellulite are what I see When I look around my entire body Some days I wonder why it’s me, that has to look so undesirably
By D8 years ago in Poets