Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
October Again. As I gaze out warm side of the window pane... The darkness is fading, there is no sign of rain. I hear the birds singing, I think of how much has changed.
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
I imagine I’m growing a spiritual flower That only you can see And I’m sending it with all my love From Earth to Heaven, to you from me
By Erica Stewart8 years ago in Poets
That warmth, that fire. That is inside of everyone. Surrounds them, surrounds me. Starts warming our souls. Ignites our passion.
By Jamie Probstfield8 years ago in Poets
deep indigo mornings, my slumber breaks my name is Five More Minutes, Please playing chauffeur to the bickering children i live with
By Fatima Rodriguez8 years ago in Poets
Dirty Diapers, laundry, gum in hair, messy rooms, dishes, ripped teddy bear… The stresses of motherhood are never ending, from tying shoes to storytelling,
By Elizabeth Cummings8 years ago in Poets
Even though your beauty comes in forms of hurt, painted by different shades of red, You must learn to evolve from such standards
By Rachel Bene8 years ago in Poets
Strong. Do you know the meaning? Of this extremely powerful word? Will. The will to live, Is a strong one, Do you have it?
By Cierra Merryman8 years ago in Poets
Today death knocked on my door, so I answered and said hello. I invited him in and offered him a cup of herbal tea. I told him to make himself at home while the water boiled.
By Bonnie-lee Sweeten8 years ago in Poets
Write! Words perceived as grains of sand, the pages they fall on the world. They create beaches, deserts, great storms of sand carried on the wind. There is an ocean of words defining perception, creating history, evolving language.
By Joseph Marra8 years ago in Poets
The air whistled through my hair I have no destination Nowhere to go I am just a running cheetah fleeing for a place to be loved
By Sky-Marie Forquer8 years ago in Poets
I wanna know what you’re thinking, Not just your random thoughts. I want to know why you picked me, And not something to be bought.
By Alex A.8 years ago in Poets
I noticed I repeat things, Because I’ve been ignored. I noticed I try to prove myself, Coming off as defensive, Because I was a complete liar half my life.
