Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Opportunities Fall in Handfuls of string That guide you Home through Fairy tale forests Of hidden intentional Decisions
By Deja Adams8 years ago in Poets
Late Nights: Me I feel like this pain is alienating me. It's become so bold it's debilitating me. It's my own fault for it contaminating me.
By Míssa Columbus8 years ago in Poets
She sits and listens. To the world around her. The chaos. The peacefulness. Everything co-existing. She has her notebook in hand,
By Courtney Gross8 years ago in Poets
Passive Enemies I'm screaming my vengeance. For all the missed mentions. I'm starting my engines. I'm stirring the tensions.
I think it is healthy to be realistic. Expect the Unexpected. Set attainable goals. Expect everything from yourself,
By nick C8 years ago in Poets
I am not blind But I can pretend I have no enemies Everyone is my friend I can give and give Until the best of me is gone
By Amee Miles8 years ago in Poets
Hymns playing On the decades old grand piano Keys slightly off but it’s that soprano That keeps parishioners swaying To that sweet old song
By Kathryn Hume8 years ago in Poets
I let you meet him So you would know What He was like I let you experience it So you would know What it felt like Too many times
By Kat Passama8 years ago in Poets
Her heart was cold her mind was locked she had been told too many times lies that could not be stopped she was on lockdown never fell no more was afraid of love and nothing more she was hurting inside but she never wud show the pain she has from someone more she wishes that she cud let go of the pain from the past but the scars she had wud never pass but then she figured that life gets tough and then she realized she was enough her heart was healed and pain was no more she was happy in so many ways and so much more life got easier things were brighter and she fell in love again and she was no longer bothered with pain or hurt life goes on and happiness is good she's happy again and she understood that life is about living not being hurt for good
By Kassy8 years ago in Poets
Sometimes we feel we are not enough. But we are. We are more than enough. We wake up, every morning, fighting demons no one sees just to get through the day.
By Natalie Kuchinski8 years ago in Poets
This is for the ones not on the list. This is for the ones who sit alone in crowded classrooms, I see you this is for the ones who scribble silent poetry into worn notebooks
By Isabel Siobhan8 years ago in Poets
She leaned back Letting the sand exfoliate tired hands and they dove deep within its reach She watched As the wind sailed her exhale into the waiting waves
By Destiny Revealed8 years ago in Poets
