Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
She's a breath of air,at the bottom of the ocean.So I just sink into the thought of herand keep hoping. Truth is the only universal language, there ever needed to be.Lies are pollutionand sometimes there's too much smog to see.
By Chad Burke8 years ago in Poets
I stand on the beach, gazing beyond the horizon I am thinking of why i am so different from other citizens In a good way or bad way, i am yet to decide
By Harydo Neon8 years ago in Poets
How do i describe my future How do you describe my nature Who do you say i am Who do you think i am Do you know me well enough to describe me
Is anybody truly themselves or do they put on a front for the sake of others? Do they act and dress to be accepted? Do they favor things because that's what the majority likes?
By Shannan Cimino Stewart8 years ago in Poets
G a y Three letter word; So fitting and broad. Dogmatic in its arches— Sitting in the distance of the man; who wears his hat;
By Malika Young8 years ago in Poets
Praise be the word, Its kingdom reigns, Such sovereignty, Gives meaning plain. Hallowed be its refrain. To bring understanding
By Michael Gallegos8 years ago in Poets
Never was much of a girlie girl, Now, Harley Quinn, that's my type of gal, She rocks that bat, You don't want to mess with that,
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
Life is not a straight through road. There will be dead ends and detours. You will climb up high into the mountains and ventures deep down into caves. Some roads may be paved while in other instances, you will have to make your own roads.
By Ryan Vrba8 years ago in Poets
What I want in my life Is to be loved Wrapped against the cold sunrise. Is to be valued against the odds. Is to live like I’ve never lived before.
Wherever you are: Stuck on a train, Mowing the fresh grass, Morning breakfast turn to waste, Fixed in beeping horns, and urgent sirens
Addiction you are an affliction '' I stay attached to you '' even though I feel so blue. You have the power '' and I have fallen from the tower.
By Mags Murphy Lynch8 years ago in Poets
Every morning, every second is a decisive moment. The sour taste of every lesson is a destructive torment. I keep a straight face, but insane mind,
By André dos Santos8 years ago in Poets
