inspirational

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

Immature Dreamer
I'm an immature dreamer, A great make-believer. I imagine someday my words will be heard. Somehow these dreams will take shape.
By Emily Katherine Camposano8 years ago in Poets
White Winged Dove
I remember listening to his song on the record player in my parents' living room on Buffalo Street. I saw Stevie Nicks as a musical goddess with her black long flowing gypsy like clothing.
By Amanda Zylstra8 years ago in Poets
Black Woman
Black woman who is she who are our black women are we just recognized by our culture or recognized by our substance our rich substance we bring to this world when I was a little girl I looked up to black women all shades and tones well-known for their success but as I grew older I seen the black women were being not praised but torn down not congratulated but hated not a privilege but curse because the world rehearses and plays that black women are to be a race of rachetness and unorthodox speech that we teach our children how to talk slang and gangbang what a shame that our world think of one of the most beautiful races is hated and dismissed by so many and defended by few so do we choose a tear our black women down or do we pick them up dust them off and show them there true beauty and radiant confidence. Black women oh how you drip of confidence how you overflow with grace and have infinite amount wisdom my black women. Black woman you are strength you exude strength You carry the world hates the world’s opinions the world in general you carry it on your back as an act of saying that these will not break me this will define me this is not who I am. I am a black woman and you should be congratulated if no one else does I do I applaud you I commend you I love you .....my black woman
By Charity8 years ago in Poets
Indigo
The leaves are soaked by the sun. We are open. I forgot what words tasted like. What are rainbows? Are they our imagination
By Olivia Rose8 years ago in Poets
Fields
I walked through fields of broken glass Trying not to bleed Trying not to hurt Looking for a way to end the pain The hurt, the misery
By The Bearded Bartender8 years ago in Poets
Why Yoga Changed My Life
I guess this started the day I was born The quest for self The quest to find my purpose The quest for silence and meaning-fullness
By Dani Cannon8 years ago in Poets
Hymn
in me are plenty of poems unwritten, unheard, not meant for everyone to open my book and read me out loud I think I outgrew the lies and all the fairy tale crap
By Kai Kang8 years ago in Poets
Perfection
Her hair was soft like velvet Body tan, a sunkissed glow Her nails done bi-weekly She'd walk in and they would know. They would know she is "perfection"
By Holly Lea8 years ago in Poets
Building
A builder's building is everything he has, when the building he spent so much time and effort on building comes crushing down it destroys him. The building he thought could reach the stars is now at ground zero, with nothing but rubble and ash in the aftermath. Although the builder knows his love and sweat has been demolished and crushed, he still knows he can rebuild, rebuild from the ground back up, he knows it'll take time and it won't be the same but it'll be stronger and grow taller.
By Carter Brassington8 years ago in Poets
North (Chapter and Streetlamp)
North: The cold followed me south as far as it could go it chased me for I was all it'd ever known But my heart it did not linger
By Kaloriinn Mason8 years ago in Poets
A Face in the Clouds
When we sleep Our eyes are closed When we awake Our eyes are opened And we start a brand new day Yet, do we truly see?
By Reid Moore8 years ago in Poets
Learning to Walk Again
Although, I have progressed from last year to walking with a cane to be able to walk on my own is my testimony It was a time that I felt like giving up, yet it would only hurt me the most…that I would just stop trying
By Charlene Ellison8 years ago in Poets