Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
This gift... I was given this book by a virtual stranger Mentioned briefly in passing I love to write A release
By Jennifer Kelly8 years ago in Poets
Like the sturdiest of trees my culture stands. Roots thicker than a southern twang and it runs back to the mother land. See my DNA carries the strength of those queens before me.
By Sydney robinson8 years ago in Poets
Joy Every night a memory, every moment a knock, every sound a revelation Every light overjoys, overwhelms, sorrows dissolve and tumble
By David Ziherambere8 years ago in Poets
People wonder how I stand my ground with a smile I am a youth in care with a story to tell, a person who isn’t impaired I might be annoying, goofy, loud but never foul
By Jordan Linson8 years ago in Poets
Not only were you my first love, But you were also my first heartbreak When we were together, you would make my heart ache
By Jade Millard8 years ago in Poets
So our dog, Kippur, He thinks he's human, that he's in charge. When we're wrestling, You cannot tell who's side he is on, who he is protecting.
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
Define beauty. In a sense, beauty is a combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form... all of which pleases sight. Shape. Beauty needs shape.
In a world full of daisies, she was a wildflower A warrior, who’s voice could not be silenced With a storm in her eyes, her strength could move mountains
By Nicole (Nikki) M.8 years ago in Poets
These hands and this mind are mine, And I would be wise to use them. If you were so inclined, You would be wise too. But if you must make use of your words,
By MaryJane Carter8 years ago in Poets
Like Biggie (Smalls) Sewing alligators on his shirts, Crocodiles, I got a baby lizard On my collar, and Spiders on my
By Neil Heddings8 years ago in Poets
Trees tell stories, The rings within them as well. The age of a flower is shown through its petals, But a leaf can not tell a story without the bark holding the tree together...
By Olivia Colley8 years ago in Poets
Oh Swansea how I miss you, the beach, the park and the sea I remember all the holidays running wild and free Walking over the mountain that took us to the world
By David Aleman8 years ago in Poets
