inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
The seeking will never Cease
The pedals bloom, the birds have ascended. But, the life-long searches has not yet ended. - The sun still shines the breeze still blows.
Dream Big
Remember how by dreaming you defined your future self Yeah, all those dreams you’ve hidden in a closet on a shelf You listened to your critics, built a wall that’s ten feet tall
Earl W. PearlPublished 45 minutes ago in PoetsCandlelight Sonata
In the quiet of the night, A single flame dances bright, Casting shadows on the wall, In a gentle, waltzing sprawl. Its glow is like a symphony, Playing softly just for me, Each flicker, each gentle sway, A sonata in its own unique way.
Raj’s VocalPublished about an hour ago in PoetsThe Dance of Flame
In the stillness of the night, a single candle burns Casting shadows on the wall, as its flickering light yearns To illuminate the darkness, and give hope to the weary soul A beacon of warmth and comfort, making broken hearts whole
Raj’s VocalPublished about an hour ago in PoetsLuminous Emissary of Time
In the heart of darkness, a solitary flame Dances with the shadows, whispering its name A beacon of hope in the depths of night Guiding lost souls with its flickering light
Raj’s VocalPublished about an hour ago in PoetsA girl lost but now loved.
In the mirror, she once saw a stranger, A girl lost in shadows, a heart full of danger. Her self-esteem shattered, like glass on the floor,
Tabitha VanderverPublished about an hour ago in Poetsto wither and bloom
~ there is such a stunning eloquence to the beginning of life, newness, growth, the thirst for something more, stretching and yawning from
Heather HublerPublished about an hour ago in PoetsCast off your Tarnished Soul
Ten years hence, something grabs your attention My own soul tarnished from man-made suffering You traded you soul for that of his beloved steed.
Mindy ReedPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsForgiveness
So you win again, old friend; shaming me with your lies. Twisting my loyalty and love to shape my own demise. . It’s the hardest act to realize:
Lindsay SfaraPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsOde to the IT employee
In a world of code and digital dreams, An IT employee sits, where data streams. Amidst the hum of servers, they stand, Guardians of a virtual land.
Allwyn Roman WaghelaPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsLike Chinese Lanterns
curl into me, my darling, my love weave your legs in mine like rope that binds things together as new as the dust settles and smoke clears
Paul StewartPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsThe Story of Life
Life:- Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, and concentrate the mind on the present moment. -Buddha Life is a troubled ocean,