inspirational

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

The Shore Was Always There
Life is a struggle, I wander alone. The darkness surrounds me; I’m lost on my own. I drift through the ocean, no shoreline in sight, Surrounded by darkness, consumed by the night. The sky offers nothing, no light to guide me. Will I ever escape? Will I ever be free?
By ChezaLunaabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Only Life is Intelligent
The Beauty of a Combinatorial System, Like Imagination, Like Language. To create something where once there was nothing.
By Deborah Anderssonabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Make Your Own Door
When one door closes Don’t just look for a window Go make your own door Author’s Note: Here we are, day twenty on my path along the fifty-day song/lyric-inspired senryū challenge. Today’s poem is inspired by “My Wish” by Rascal Flatts, which you can listen to below.
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Where Strange Blooms Grow
Where Strange Blooms Grow There is a garden no map has ever found, where flowers whisper secrets from underneath the ground.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about 15 hours ago in Poets
A Symphony Beneath the Rain
The rainy days can seem so dull and gray, With anxious clouds that linger through the morn; The silver raindrops wash the world away, While dreary skies leave every dream forlorn. I wish the golden sun would shine tomorrow, And chase away this heavy veil of sorrow.
By Li-Li 📓about 18 hours ago in Poets
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____ float through life as would a cloud, filled to the brim with rain. ____ am as solid as the flow that washes off the pain.
By Lizzy Roseabout 22 hours ago in Poets
4:17 in October
The last stretch between autumn and winter, where fallen leaves fade into shades of yellow and burnt caramel, where the air becomes just cold enough for a light jacket or the softness of cashmere.
By Alixabout 22 hours ago in Poets
THE WALLS THAT LISTEN
THE WALLS THAT LISTEN The walls that listen But do not speak, They take what they want From conversations each week. They turn the other cheek, Mysteriously there, Still they listen quietly, As though they have an ear.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about 22 hours ago in Poets
THE BENCH THROUGH THE SEASONS
THE BENCH THROUGH THE SEASONS I sat on a bench in the park, On a crisp autumn day, The wind was blowing softly, As the leaves danced away.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about 23 hours ago in Poets
THE HOUSE THAT CRIED AT NIGHT
THE HOUSE THAT CRIED AT NIGHT The house began to cry at twelve, Its windows filled with rain, The floorboards whispered underneath, She won’t come home again.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk a day ago in Poets
We Deserve "It"
“You deserve to feel calm in your own mind.” We live in a sometimes chaotic and busy world and it is very easy to get caught up in it all.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffa day ago in Poets
Cultivate Creativity
“Stop waiting for the perfect moment. Start with the moment you have.” By embracing “today”, we are seizing opportunities
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffa day ago in Poets