Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
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
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
We start with silence and a screen waiting to breathe Code arranges thought, turning raw ideas into orderly shapes today
By Disha Thakkar28 days ago in Poets
Falling Down From Bridges High I have stood where the city forgets its name, where the river keeps secrets better than people,
By Marie381Uk 28 days ago in Poets
I write and publish, sharing my knowledge, putting time and effort which I sneak out from parenting and managing household chores.
By Seema Patel28 days ago in Poets
In shaded grove resting on a hammock, birds sing me peace. Note: Which human does not need rest? This scene can attract all. Nature sings the best lullaby.
There's a supernova to swallow Breaking angels' bones They snap because they’re hollow I swell with the rising tides Calling the smallest from their hide
By Lolly Vieira28 days ago in Poets
Nine seven nine eight eight nine eight six five two one one one is the most beautiful number I’ve ever seen, the lovely
By Harper Lewis28 days ago in Poets
The Zodiac, Which Are You Aries comes in like a thought you act on too fast, Heat in the chest, shoes already by the door.
Can I have your attention? I know you don’t wanna hear me right now, but I need for you to listen Getting older is tricky, lol, sometimes we think we know it all
By Alaine Hay28 days ago in Poets
December is drifting to a close Like a movie on a projector Reaching the end of its reel Flapping as one possessed by a spectre
By Mother Combs28 days ago in Poets
They tell us the veil was thick— not linen you could fold at night, not fabric that stirred when men passed by, but woven dense with warning,
By Hannah Lambert28 days ago in Poets
