Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
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 Matshele about a month ago in Poets
Dear God, Where are you? I know you're here, listening... but where? I know you hear... me, and my heart's blistering‐
By Josh Morganabout a month ago in Poets
She lives in the margins of my name, refreshing a page like a prayer she doesn’t believe in. Younger, yes; but youth is not the same as new,
By S.E.Linnabout a month ago in Poets
Reflections in the River I stand at the river’s edge, its waters moving relentless and cold, each ripple a reflection of the past,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Night Walking The night is quiet except for the whisper of wind, it carries fragments of voices I once knew, I walk through the darkness with careful steps,
You asked me if I wrote I replied “not yet today” You question why I struggle With the things I want to say Well I can tell you darling
By Gail S.about a month ago in Poets
In my life philosophy, foraging is a sacred word. When I lived in native land India it was an alien concept.
By Seema Patelabout a month ago in Poets
some days, i am my inner child learning that warmth is not safe, that there is no escape from a home always on fire.
By Kaitlyn Amyabout a month ago in Poets
Sunlight Fading I sit alone in the room where sunlight fades, shadows draping themselves across the floor, I hold your memory like a fragile flame,
