inspirational

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

Selfie
You say I'm vain and self-absorbed You say I'm narcissistic But I felt confident today I leapt over the barrier That society placed in front of me
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
On the Search
Searching constantly for an ambition But what if I don’t know? what’s all this oppression To always have everything planned,
By Shannon N8 years ago in Poets
Try
Whenever you fail at something that you worked hard to accomplish; always get up and try again. Failure is a valuable teacher for is to learn from our mistakes to get up and try again.
By Janelle Ouellet8 years ago in Poets
Trevor/Tatiana
Trevor His name was Trevor A short, slightly chubby black man He reminded me a bit of a toad Solemn Staring Waiting Soft-spoken and polite
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
Not Just a Carer
I repeat myself ten times every day, Sometimes I have to guess what they're trying to say. They can't communicate like you and I,
By Charlotte Hoy8 years ago in Poets
Connection
Between the lines There lies A connection A connection, that connects the electricity of our thoughts Flying sparks Like birds in the sky
By Holly Santonato8 years ago in Poets
About Me
They ask me to write down my race and I think and think Why do I label myself? Why am I forced to mark White? I am anything but.
By Madai Delgado8 years ago in Poets
Peaches, Honey, and Other Sweet Things
I layer my lips with peach chapstick scrubbing my skin soft sugar and honey in the shower artificial softness until my natural glow grows in, just like my momma said it would
By Eliot Michaels8 years ago in Poets
Find Me
When it's dark I can see When it's quiet I can hear When I look around me There's nobody near I preach to others It's not suffice
By Charlotte Hoy8 years ago in Poets
Sulking
I may as well be a dying tree. Dig up the roots and burn my stump. Don't leave seeds behind for something to grow from me to leech off of the land. It's easy to feel like a waste, so if the wood is rotting, you toss it out. If creativity is a river, then the water isn't flowing. I felt this drought coming, never thought it would feel like I'm ending. A few days of intense heat and I'm almost dried up. The clouds seem to be closing the distance, but nature is just teasing a storm, taunting me. It's not a joke anymore. Dark clouds have never been so beautiful. There's hope, there's inspiration, and for the first time in days, there's life.
By Shawn Miller8 years ago in Poets
Acting
Do you ever act so much that it becomes natural? Do you ever fake something for so long that it feels right? Acting gets hard and feelings get harder.
By Sierra Srubar8 years ago in Poets
Freedom
I Crave; I Wish I crave wings Like I crave freedom Like I crave adventure I wish to fly Above the world Above the hardships
By Hadley Adkison8 years ago in Poets