Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I. As children, we unfolded questions from our book bags. Questions like, “How does the sun shine?” and “Why does the sky stay blue, even so deep at night, and we can’t see?”
By Joke Marfsky8 years ago in Poets
Little Black Butterfly don't you worry Little Black Butterfly what's the hurry? You may not look like them, but that's okay.
By sweetlikehoney .8 years ago in Poets
Who Decided that dandelions were weeds? Why can't they be flowers? Why can't they be free? Who Decided that fathers should work?
By Kylah Rayne de' Medici McAden8 years ago in Poets
She glared at me. Those eyes. Those eyes could tell a story. Most importantly, those eyes told me all even when I didn’t know.
By Desiree Davis8 years ago in Poets
Contemplating mortality, I often wonder how I will be remembered. Will my mother remember chasing me around in diapers, laughter echoing down the hall?
By Dylan Johnson8 years ago in Poets
My no is my super power. My no is the master of my mother fucking destiny. Your yes does not determine my Worth Future Sleep
By Rachel Propst8 years ago in Poets
I never asked to meet you. I never asked to Love you. I never asked to be your dream, But I decided to be your Broken Queen.
Be thankful for everything You have going your way Cause anything could happen In less than a day Take pride in the good times
By Anonymous8 years ago in Poets
This journey started off with a broken heart. It ends with me knowing my self-worth and seeing the truth in those around me.
By Amanda Zylstra8 years ago in Poets
"Doubts have weighed me down, and in my past I've quit. Anxiety made me drown, until I lost my wit." "Then song pointed me in a new direction,
By Kimberly Sterling8 years ago in Poets
In my memories You're still the greatest man I've ever known Independence that teaches unlimited courage space Wise counsel in intelligence unbeatable by time
By E. NATASHA8 years ago in Poets
Stay. Stay humble, stay gracious, appreciative and kind. Even when the days that you are living make you wish that you were blind.
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
