Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
no i'm not doing alright but i'm doing what i have to do i'm doing what i need to do i'm doing it for me -
By Brenabout a month ago in Poets
Aloe stands with thorns so sharp, A quiet guard around its heart. Through heat and storm, it bends, not breaks, And from its pain, a blossom wakes.
By Gloria Penelopeabout a month ago in Poets
this mood these times that once those signs and the - lack the complete And utter lack of the sound of breaking glass
God has the power to put your biggest doubts & internal fears in a hearse… 💐 You're not forgotten, so continue to keep Hope in your briefcase or your purse…
By Tiffany Gordonabout a month ago in Poets
1st Day...... Dear Santa, I must let you know that I tried this thing with the "Jamaican" people, I don't know, they seem to think I'm replacing you with something, or someone else - oh well... we should stick to the "Patrrage In A Pear Tree", we should...
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets
Passion warms my heart. I live for the art of life, the beauty of breath.
By Lizzy Roseabout a month ago in Poets
I Stopped Waiting for Apologies There was a time I rehearsed forgiveness, imagined conversations that never arrived, believed accountability would eventually surface,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Version They Remember Isn’t Me They remember me before the damage, before loss rearranged my thinking, before I learned how quickly love can leave,
Had I ever survived, It was only by the grace of God, To stick on it that long, I knows he’s a the one I relied on, Yes he’s a great name,
By Rachael Frazierabout a month ago in Poets
"confusing the self with the other," reads the prompt. "your five minutes to write begin now." a button is pressed. time ticks.
By kpabout a month ago in Poets
It’s hard to think in a crowded room with crowded voices. *** Try to write. Try to create. Try to find... that compelling thought.
By Dean Traylorabout a month ago in Poets
The little boy and I were out for a walk. He saw a neighbor’s front-yard tree and said, Palo verde. My heart soared with happiness.
By Seema Patelabout a month ago in Poets
