Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
An infamous saying goes, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” It means making the best out of a bad situation. Lemons symbolize hardships, lemonade for resilience. But what if life gives tangerines? What do we do?
By fleeting.serenics2 months ago in Poets
Silent breeze speaks to my fears Ridicule commuting Disputing dark forces In courses subdued with tears 👐🏻👐🏻👐🏻👐🏻👐🏻
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 months ago in Poets
A look at a rosebush and what do you see A little bit of you, and a little bit of me From the rose that is a beauty and is multiplied many times over
By Susan Payton2 months ago in Poets
I’ve sat alone in rooms full of people, shrinking myself to fit the silence they expected from me. My words disappear the moment they leave my mouth—
By Hannah Lambert2 months ago in Poets
Heavy Easy Negative thoughts Light Hard Positive thoughts Sad Chaos Negative thoughts Joy Peace Positive thoughts
By L.I.E2 months ago in Poets
Carried by the breeze, Fluffy but tough Like a dandelion seed; Stability had never been a luxury or guarantee. And though my roots were weak,
By jl wood2 months ago in Poets
Roots dig deep, while branches reach high Spreading to the future and anchors to the past Our lives between the earth and sky
By Natasja Rose2 months ago in Poets
Fall and Thanksgiving times, and we see scarecrows of all sorts: wearing jeans, burlap, straw hats, made of all other materials,
By Seema Patel2 months ago in Poets
I wish I could say I am excited for the new year. I have high hopes, my skills will be valued, will earn more, get caring friends and travel a lot.
Beneath the willow tree I rest and marvel at all its leaves have seen Memories incarnate of when this was meadow
By Matthew J. Fromm2 months ago in Poets
Never said good-bye, so there isn't need to rely. It, may a tradition... side? The fire in his eyes, drunken, the spirit dies.
By K.A. Smith2 months ago in Poets
“Tell me, what is the point?” My soul cries on dark days When the heaviness drags at my bones. “Is it worth going on?
By Jessica Dowding2 months ago in Poets
