Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Thoughts, prayers, warm hearts Acts of neighborly service maintain heated hearths K.B. Silver ⋆꙳•❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔*:･*❆ ₊⋆⋆꙳•❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔*:･*❆ ₊⋆⋆꙳•❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔*:･*❆ ₊⋆
By K.B. Silver about a month ago in Poets
Leaving beloved cities, four times I've gone, each departure a heartbreak. Memories linger, both cherished and painful, yet all mine.
By Moon Desertabout a month ago in Poets
Chasing through the snow Fresh prints made by kids Cool fresh air No school for the children Snow men Snow Angels Hot chocolate
By Thomas Terryabout a month ago in Poets
You fumbled in the darkness, a place where others lived in light. You foraged days for warmth, embedding through the night.
By Latisha Fairfullabout a month ago in Poets
Apples for My Teacher Apples for my teacher, placed careful on the desk. A simple thank you wrapped in red, for patience at its best.
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
It's so easy to say - don't stress about life Not walking in another's shoes But listen, one and all...We are what we think - mostly.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a month ago in Poets
You arrived. Not on a day I planned, yet destiny placed you before me— shaped by the wind, the sea, the sun, and the restless sand.
By Dianelys Tamayoabout a month ago in Poets
See the sycamore in spring and autumn attire, so very different, with canopies of green and gold, dense and sparse.
By Seema Patelabout a month ago in Poets
Take one measure of shame, add milk, boiling water, and salt. Pour this into a bowl of flour. Then mix in two eggs.
Fixing things is never simple. You first must let go of your old life story's interpretations. They're useless in a new setting;
I am not mad at Nicki Minaj, I rock with Candace Owens It’s dangerous to tell the truth Wise words go in and out of a fools ears
By Nathaniel Terrellabout a month ago in Poets
I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person. Taking what they didn't give, or perhaps left for me to do. I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person.
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets
