inspirational

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

The Hour the Red Horse Waited
The Hour the Red Horse Waited The red horse stands among winter branches, pine needles breathing out old December air. Ornaments sway with the smallest memory of touch,
By Marie381Uk 27 days ago in Poets
Honor
I charged, tho outnumbered, with only a knife I fought for my brothers, no thought for my life Forget the citations, it’s not for awards
By Earl W. Pearl27 days ago in Poets
When Does True Growth Begin?
Loneliness is precious, for only in that quiet stillness can you truly hear the voice of your own heart. You've faced your sadness and shed your tears alone, honestly. You accept them, knowing they are life lessons, part of life's journey.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing27 days ago in Poets
Mr. Anna’s
Anna’s Hummingbird, your scarlet colors flashing in palmate maple. Copyright © 12/29/2025 by Andrea O. Corwin I am grateful you read my work! 😃 If you liked it, please give it a ♡, drop a comment, and subscribe for free. - - Andi
By Andrea Corwin 27 days ago in Poets
The Sea Needs Your Help
The sea needs your help. 🌊 Dog waste and weed killers end♻️ downstream in the bay.🗑️ Please collect dog waste and put it in the trash. Remember the birds and bees when selecting weed killers. Encourage local golf courses to use environmentally friendly practices and products.
By Andrea Corwin 27 days ago in Poets
Cookies Gift
We were out, came home to see a box of cookies on our porch, left by a neighbor. We don’t interact much,
By Seema Patel27 days ago in Poets
A Quiet Reckoning
I used to call it passion when your voice rose like a flare. I used to call it honesty when you insulted me “for my own good.”
By Milan Milic27 days ago in Poets
Plants and Birds
I love nature-based art, so old Japanese paintings, are so soothing. I see sparrows on persimmon, warblers on plum or cherries,
By Seema Patel27 days ago in Poets
Red Number At The Casino
Red Number At The Casino I found a fortune with my hands in the loo. notes folded like promises all over the floor. The table smiled, green and patient,
By Marie381Uk 27 days ago in Poets
The Guitar Slaps
Ever saw an Amigo playing Bingo in their costume? Customarily, a spanish guitar plays through something. It, the balls, flies around and around, one popped out of the 'ffense.
By K.A. Smith27 days ago in Poets
Code That Connects. AI-Generated.
We start with silence and a screen waiting to breathe Code arranges thought, turning raw ideas into orderly shapes today
By Disha Thakkar27 days ago in Poets
Today I chose not to fall
Falling Down From Bridges High I have stood where the city forgets its name, where the river keeps secrets better than people,
By Marie381Uk 27 days ago in Poets