inspirational

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

The Things That Stays
Memories are gentle travelers, They never truly leave. They linger in forgotten songs, In autumn's falling leaves. They hide inside familiar scents, In laughter carried far, In every wish we never spoke Upon a quiet star.
By Nelo4 months ago in Poets
The athlete
Though you think it’s you I have need to defeat You are wrong I train every day Every waking moment Hours of pain and sweat
By Raymond G Taylor4 months ago in Poets
Chapters
I have stopped asking the road to introduce itself. It has become enough to walk it, even when it bends into places where my eyes cannot follow. There are mornings that arrive wrapped in questions instead of sunlight, and I wear uncertainty like a coat I never meant to own. I wonder if I have missed a turn, I lingered too long in the wrong season, if this chapter was meant to be read so slowly. The pages feel unfinished. The ink pauses where I wish it would race ahead. Yet, unfinished does not mean abandoned.
By Brittany Benko4 months ago in Poets
Poop on Them First
Poop on Them First Some folks throw mud with a crooked grin, Waiting and hoping your doubts creep in. They gossip, sneer, and play their game, Thinking they’ll leave you carrying blame.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
In the Calmness
In the calmness, you see how abundant you are. But it was the long nights, The aching determination that build the flow for abundance to come.
By Rachael Anra4 months ago in Poets
NOW SET SPINNING
The sun rises Stirring the world awake With a subtle display. Something is stirring inside me A heart that is not quite new.
By Brittany Callaway4 months ago in Poets
What's the Sign of a Bottle Cap Alone?
a bottle cap alone signs that a string snatches out like thine an evil cleanup that's fine but be kind sometimes sometimes
By K.A. Smith4 months ago in Poets
Nothing in the Envelope
The road has worn down every signpost. At the fork, he places a stone— not to mark the way, but so he’ll know, when he comes back, the hollow his own foot made.
By Jin4 months ago in Poets
Life, Sometimes
I followed the directions of life to a tee so how did I end up in this town Then, I spilled the soda I bought, all over me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets
Wink Fucking Wink
Ye-haw! Tae the best country that ever did float oan God's green an' blue Earth, Ah salute ye! 250 years is a lang time. Tae be free frae British rule an' subjugation.
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Poets
Tree Of Life
Introduction This is my hundred-and-ninth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's amazing and magical artwork. This is a Breccbairdne
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Poets
What Next?
Life gives you lumpy gravy You smooth it out and carry on What next? * Life sends you torrential thunderstorms You soak up every bit you can
By Julie Lacksonen4 months ago in Poets