inspirational

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

Letter to My Unborn Son
Letter to my unborn son Yoo little one what's good You probably won't see this until your like 10 years old but it's crazy how God already knows how your life is going to like
By Benedict Erskine8 years ago in Poets
Don't Look At My Appearance
Look at me Look at the creases under my eyes Look at how I tiredly slouch Look at the determination in my eyes See me for who I am
By Gabby Jurado8 years ago in Poets
Good Morning Tragedy
The tragically annoying little tale of the anxiety ridden depression driven but can't give up on her dreams yet always being labeled journey of a
By Benita Gonzalez8 years ago in Poets
Cancer Poetry
Cancer really held me back It actually wasn’t that long ago I was lost I just didn’t know What it was What it did
By Dienifer Busch8 years ago in Poets
You, You, & You
Hey you. Yeah you. You're very attractive, your fashion styles seems as if it brings comfort where ever u go Your face reveals that your beauty is intimidating to those closest to you, & your eyes are the same colors as the the woman of my dreams.
By B O R E D iN C H A Os8 years ago in Poets
Beauty in the Impossible
The impossible, what is it? Is it something we can reach, or something that drifts away? Is it something that is tangible, or a wisp in the wind?
By Brittany Starmer8 years ago in Poets
Mommy I Love You
Mommy I love you, Mommy don't cry, Mommy please hold me And don't ask me why. I know that you'll miss me, Mommy I'll miss you too,
By Catie Grandmaison8 years ago in Poets
I Am Beautiful
I am beautiful not only on the outside but on the inside as well I am beautiful because I am strong I stand up for what I believe in and fight to achieve it
By Sara Wara8 years ago in Poets
Trying to Understand
So stay with me for a second, There's a life I can’t explain Not the worst, flaws galore and sometimes instead of vacant I'm “help needed”
By Rachael8 years ago in Poets
Walking
I have my nose inside the palms of my hands, I rub them hard... Everywhere, As to smell the rain trapped inside the walls of this humid city,
By Val Mijares8 years ago in Poets
God's Work
At 13 years old my mom turned her back on me, she put me out her home and took away my key. She told me to leave with only the clothes on my back, she said she didnt care where I ended up at.
By Kina Reed8 years ago in Poets
A Moment But a Mountain
What am I doing? Who am I trying to impress It’s like I have this incessant need to be perfect for everyone but I never hit the bar
By Rachael8 years ago in Poets