inspirational

Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.

Don't Ask!
“Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.” True beauty is very often quiet but can always be seen. A butterfly is
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Poets
Add To Every Blessing. Top Story - December 2025.
“Each day, a new day, is a blessing. Let go of all worries and be grateful for all the positives in your life.” Every single morning
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Poets
Let's Be That Person
“You glow differently when you’re actually happy.” When we are happy, we are at peace and we are content. A radiant energy shines through
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Poets
Is Regret the Price of Joy, or Just Part of the Path?
That's life. There's joy, and there is bound to be regret. That's normal. You'll feel exhilarated sometimes, and sad sometimes.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 months ago in Poets
Muted Echoes
Today, 10 December, is Human Rights Day. A day we remember that every human has the right - To speak and sing. Sometimes, friendly comparison carries weight. Where expectations run high, we must guard our ground. Protect our boundaries, for they mute our voices.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 months ago in Poets
My Child
My Child I watched you sleep beneath the fading light, your small chest rising with each fragile breath. The world feels heavy beyond these walls,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
To Smother a Flame
Comparison, agony, right is right. Ego & pride tell us it’s worth the fight. Where has it gotten anyone? So many relationships over and done.
By Heather Kaspar2 months ago in Poets
Life Goes On
Hold me tight as I begin to grow. May enough earth hold me? I hope so. Hold me tight as the winds blow. Though some of us may fall,
By Heather Kaspar2 months ago in Poets
My Roots and My Branches
What are my roots and values? Are they the same thing or not? I think that they are the same... question that leaves me in thought.
By The Schizophrenic Mom2 months ago in Poets
the babe with the power
grounded in memory, carried by change, soothed by rest;
By kp2 months ago in Poets
Wild Moon Child
I learned early to dim the good parts first. Not the sadness— people love a tidy sadness— but the spark that makes me talk with my hands,
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
The Last Flame
The fire burns in those last moments... That last breath as you pass the torch from flesh to spirit That flame burns when you have to say goodbye
By Connor Mudie2 months ago in Poets