Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
What’s the use of this confusion– stumbling, tripping on my own illusions, somehow coming to my own conclusions.
By jl wood2 months ago in Poets
Dolphins in the surf in their own turf. Swimming, leaping, never weeping. The world is theirs, the rightful heirs. They own the sea,
By Dean Traylor2 months ago in Poets
Symphonic strains of sun-kissed leaves In twilight’s embers glow Lullabies of an Autumn breeze Echo their tones in sweet repose
By 𝐑𝐌𝐒2 months ago in Poets
The Broken Pencil The broken pencil lies where I left it, a thin, cold wound across my quiet space. Its snapped-off point
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
My fingers tasted of memory— salted with the past I never meant to keep, soft with the echoes of moments I thought I’d outgrown.
By Fazal Hadi2 months ago in Poets
This One word can change the whole meaning of a sentence This Wrong word can change the whole meaning of a sentence Not good
By L.I.E2 months ago in Poets
Sometimes my loudest moments were the ones when I said nothing at all— when my thoughts trembled in my chest, too soft to rise,
I used to be the friend who stayed after the party to stack everybody else’s sadness into neat piles. I called it love.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Walking through cobbled streets no aims, no goals Wonderful aimlessness. - Stopped cold an inviting presence a rumble to remind.
By Alexander Stoddart2 months ago in Poets
Feeling no self worth A shadow of myself What have I become A beacon of pain A stained canvas for your projections A dark reflection
By Atomic Historian2 months ago in Poets
A stall in a Singaporean coffeeshop, stirred by the morning bustle. The tau kwa pau (beancurd bun) stall comes to life. The bun itself --
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 months ago in Poets
This ghazal portrays the transformative power of love—how a single presence can awaken color, bloom, and warmth in an otherwise cold memory. Through imagery of sun, blossoms, and whispered prayers, the poem reflects how longing turns every breeze into a message and every moment into an echo of the beloved.
By heasb0022 months ago in Poets
