inspirational

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

November Mornings
Sadness entered my mind unable to void it. I am fine throughout the day when I am distracted by things whether it be people or even any type of noise.
By Altair E8 years ago in Poets
Honest
Can you tell me where we are headed are we all fated to struggle damned by our pride shackled to our sins to much expectation to swim pushed in so many directions had to see the true light the real fight the truth shall reveal its self but at what cost? What does it take to please the boss? when will he be satisfied? will I reach my true potential? will my work be only circumstantial? No real substance just a bunch of misfits trying to reach up from the underground bound by the struggles to move out of the box the locks may hold me down but my soul remains unsound
By Elise Skibik8 years ago in Poets
Don't Lose Yourself
Here we see a girl Being forced to do something she hates Her passion is slipping away Her will to try is getting weaker by the hour
By Gabby Jurado8 years ago in Poets
Cousins
i know what it's like to feel as if sleep will rob you of the remembrance of your self image of your hard-earned dignity and poise.
By THE ALYH8 years ago in Poets
The Remembrance
You greet yourself as you return home. You already know the stories you’ll tell yourself about the lifetimes of dreams
By THE ALYH8 years ago in Poets
Off-Spring
I will not keep my mother’s worry, my father’s judgement or caution. I am too in love with myself, with my existing, to carry their pains
By THE ALYH8 years ago in Poets
Myself Unto You
I came to notice a tiny scar on the inside of your thigh A freckle of the past, waiting to tell its story I listened closely, secrets carousing through the canal
By Curtis Woodcock8 years ago in Poets
Mask
We all wear a mask without knowing it. A mask to hide what we feel, What we know, And what we really think about the world around us.
By Samantha Reid8 years ago in Poets
What You Look Like
you have no idea the knowing i hear in your words, the mirrors i see when you speak. but this doesn’t mean i always look
By THE ALYH8 years ago in Poets
The Canopy Bed
Buried in blankets, in a canopy bed, A boy and his mother lie cuddled and close. With eyes deep as caverns, he chirps in her ear,
By Henry Hinnant8 years ago in Poets
Panic
You know it all to well. When it starts, you fear it will never stop. Breathing becomes quicker, harder. Shaking, twitching, all over. The numbness, spreading like wildfire. Sensing the fear, taking over your body, ever so slightly, little by little. The world around you going quiet, dark. Only knowing, the never, ending, numbing, fear. The tightening of your chest, almost bruising your ribs, trying to be ok. Just wanting it to stop, needing it to stop. Keep repeating, "it's ok", "you're okay", "just breathe." You know sooner or later it has to end.
By Shelby Langham8 years ago in Poets
Black Hair Blue Eyes
you’ve been there every year just a mere stranger but this year not just a stranger you came back different not the same girl as freshman year
By M F8 years ago in Poets