Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Rainbow Visions Sweet precisions Measured by a triad of colourful collisions. Sight of glee and glee of sight A bursting diffraction of powerful light.
By FaithTales93 P8 years ago in Poets
Beauty, Nothing we birth But everything we gain The potter makes and molds Using cracks and scars for good The Pruning,
By Bryttany Mack8 years ago in Poets
A dreamer’s mind is set to die within the glare of society’s eye. A dreamer can see beyond where they have been set, Their minds independent from the rhythmic patterns of the ordinary,
By Mae .8 years ago in Poets
Hazy against the heat of the night They flicker in the distance. Their light is a sacrifice For time is vast and we do not know of the fate of such things
By Nicholas Anthony8 years ago in Poets
Blessed are we distorted, to those lost in their mind. To the angel who can't get her wings no matter how hard she tries, Her mind rejects her ambition.
By THE ANARCHRISTMONSTER8 years ago in Poets
Part One when can I overcome this endeavour? How can I make this even better? It's been a while since I had any success The future looks so dim and grotesque
By Sam Fir8 years ago in Poets
To have the feeling likes your hearts been ripped out of your chest and yet you're still Standing!... To say yeah I've lost friends that were most close to my heart but I had to let some of them Go!
By Joely Millan8 years ago in Poets
Why spend so much money on toys When the fun is all in our imagination? Simple things are what fills kids with joy Be ware of the materialistic inventions
By Nadine Almeida8 years ago in Poets
Stories are just a vivid description of the author's imagination. Never underestimate the power of words. It can inspire you, it can bore you. It can make you laugh. It can make you cry. It will make you wonder and ask why.
By Chasity Sosa8 years ago in Poets
You can have anyone in your lifeAnd still not really even know them,Or truly even understand them, Its frustrating, everyone keeps changing,
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
I stared off into the distance, wondering yet again what my purpose was. What is the point of life? Why do we do all the things we do?
By Mika B8 years ago in Poets
Hey you, the girl with the tiger stripes on her thighs, I love you, From your tippy toes to your eyes, Hey you, The girl with the extra cushion,
By SHOOK👀8 years ago in Poets
