Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
The root is where my heart starts and grew —- My heart beats, my veins flow, my blood rise… it went through my soul, entirely—
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 months ago in Poets
The Burning Leaf of Love Two bodies lean into each other like a confession, Her head resting against his back with longing,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Your memory smells like rain — soft, familiar, almost holy. It drifts through open windows and curls around my coffee cup,
By Fazal Hadi2 months ago in Poets
I've started at the beginning So many times To get to who I want to become So many beginnings Starting from scratch
By Gail Fredricks2 months ago in Poets
a lone ember rose into the darkness, floating away in the night searching for some tinder or spark to ignite traveling for miles, a passion burning within
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
The night was slowly settling over the quiet city. A soft breeze touched the empty streets as a young man sat on an old sidewalk, a notebook in his hand and a trembling pen between his fingers. His name was Rehan—the poet everyone called “The Silent Writer.”
By Anas Khan2 months ago in Poets
The last flame is Elegant. Aesthetic. Lovely - rising into its final phase - graceful, flickering...haunting...burning with endings.
By Novel Allen2 months ago in Poets
She hugged herself , shivering in the chilled air. The shawl clung to her shoulders, the fabric familiar, woven from years of use.
What dose it take to reach goals? It takes a team It takes time It takes constancy It takes endurance It takes hard work
By L.I.E2 months ago in Poets
I start with the way you look at me, soft, almost startled, as if love arrived early and refused to wait at the door. There’s a warmth in it,
By Printique Studios2 months ago in Poets
Cat Lovers Two gentle shapes meet in a quiet street, A black cat leaning in with bright, curious eyes, A white cat lifting her face with soft trust,
The Stone Faces I wandered through a garden where silence had weight, Where four stone faces watched with unreadable eyes,
