Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
The Fading Fire The fire burns low in the hearth, its warmth fading into the quiet night, I sit with my hands close to the flames,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Staring at stars in the night, Filling my sight with delight, I wonder why they shine so bright, Lighting up my brain,
By Keith McHughabout a month ago in Poets
Trust is a fun dance, When it comes to abundance. Knowing in advance, You will always have a chance, To experience your dreams.
Tired of being afraid, Of the path I've laid, I may have strayed, And been dismayed, Time is delayed, Played into my own hands,
Finding love everywhere I look, I use it to create this book, Exploring avenues I took, To understand what shook the core,
I am damaged, Ravaged, Mismanaged, Dismantling the old, Life was growing cold. Scolded by the heat, I cant feel my feet,
I am reflective of the Collective, Choosing to be more effective, Selective of my thoughts. Rising from being distraught,
I was born into fear, All I could hear was yelling, There was no telling what was next, Perplexed I grew curious, Furiously flexing i threw objects,
I saw God waiting tables at a restaurant He walked over to me and asked, OK, what do you want? I paused for a moment and before I could say
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
I might answer to at least, more than one hundred names some left a wound the others left me changed And I can't take them back, I wouldn't if I could
If life is a cloud then, death is the rain Falling like a shroud over ash in a grave Searching for a flame or a spark to get started
I’m grateful for having shadows. Warped as they may be, They are still a kind of reflection. The curious thing is, If you shine a light directly on them,
By T.L. Amberabout a month ago in Poets
