Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
A poem, a written song A melody sung with a pen With a message none less strong It can dig deeper than a thousand men Digging deep to the world of fantasy
By Seda Nyx8 years ago in Poets
To be me is harder than expected It's complicated and volatile It's quiet suffering gone undetected To be me is to be an extra in your own story
By J.C Wrenwick8 years ago in Poets
It's a pain that strikes me in the streams of my emotions A thought that drives my sanity wild and a feeling that purges a sadness of depression and grief
By Sandy Jackson8 years ago in Poets
It hurts being alone in a world that doesn't accept you. It hurts feeling alone around the people you care about the most.
By Jesse King8 years ago in Poets
The shape of this dimension is clear, diminishing in time but can we revive? There is only once we get no retries, no big red button that has the six magical letters on it.
By Andre Washington8 years ago in Poets
Hello my love, How do you find this world, It's older than you, Slightly worn, Roughly used, But your eyes make it brand new,
By Word Smyth8 years ago in Poets
Her grasp was that of the tide, leaving your porous skin. Dampness is still evident, but physical connection is dispersed.
By Luke Segota8 years ago in Poets
STOP what you're doing. Yes, you. Stop what you're doing. Whatever it is... Stop doing it. ... Now... Focus, and just breathe.
By Matt Martin8 years ago in Poets
A person doesn't walk away because they are weak. They walk away because they are strong enough to carry themselves to a better place.
By Rose Guyler8 years ago in Poets
I’m allowed to let my hair down, I’m allowed to have fun, I’m allowed to go out clubbing, I’m allowed to drink alcohol, I’m allowed to wear skimpy clothes,
By Zainab Bangura8 years ago in Poets
There's so many things to do in this world, and yet it seems everyone wants the same thing And in an age of competition, everyone is grabbing what they see
By Edens Fleurizard8 years ago in Poets
You shattered me And you thought you defeated me But, no I collected all the broken pieces I rebuilt myself I am a mosaic
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
