Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
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,
By Keith McHughabout a month ago in Poets
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
Sitting in the dark Longing for a spark Something to see nothing to but dark. A glimpse of hope in the never-ending cold of night
By JJ smithabout a month ago in Poets
Letters and Dust I open the old chest in the corner, dust motes drifting like tiny specters, letters and photographs spill into my lap,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
I start with the way she looks at me, steady, unguarded, like she already knows the truth I’m still learning to speak. There’s a kind of hush in that moment,
By Printique Studiosabout a month ago in Poets
High-energy people learn to calmly set boundaries. It's not coldness; it's self-preservation. Many people think that high energy means always being positive and constantly cheerful.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a month ago in Poets
Every flame begins with a rupture. Every rose blooms from a fracture. This is not a ritual of control, but a ceremony of creation.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets
I hope my impact sticks longer than the money More money, more pain This is lame Why do I have to play the rich people's game?
By L.I.Eabout a month ago in Poets
The earth is wide. We searched for peace; We couldn’t find it, without knowing where to look. We pursued what manipulated us. Our investments were in vain.
By Uhone Titus about a month ago in Poets
