inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Life sways as life will.
If only we could flee The machine behind our own facade, We would see in every day The rarity of life's parts, A birthday card on a table
Christy ClarkPublished about a year ago in Poetsrare occasions
I saw things I shouldn’t have seen I’ve been to places I shouldn’t have been I felt things I shouldn’t have felt I never thought it could take effect
Mescaline BrissetPublished about a year ago in PoetsRare Opportunity
Have you ever thought of leaving behind All the things you do everyday? Do you ever feel of escaping to the wild To experience new things in life?
Lou_EinalePublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Thrill of a Ride, an Epic Quest - Invest in Priceless Experiences, Not Toys (A Poem)
The thrill of a ride, an epic quest, A journey of joy and profound rest; A sunset's beauty, a starlit night, These are the things that make life bright.
Naya LizardoPublished about a year ago in Poetstoo much on an invisible plate
hot red cheeks, cold hands common misunderstanding rare circumstances * 6 Feb. 2023 *** Thank you for reading!
Mescaline BrissetPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Desire To Do Something
A passion I have, never fails me A longing inside that never sleeps An obsession that takes my breath away It captivates my thoughts and runs deep
Hamza ShafiqPublished about a year ago in PoetsHitting the Jackpot
Winning the lottery An absolute long shot But even with the low chances The benefits are a lot * * * Six simple numbers
Clyde E. DawkinsPublished about a year ago in PoetsSoul
A spark of light within us all, A flame that cannot be contained. It guides us through life's great hall, And helps us to remain sustained.
Father's Love
A Father's Love, a rock so strong, A shelter, where we all belong. He holds us tight, through thick and thin, And stands beside us, win or win.
M AnandarajPublished about a year ago in PoetsA Mother's Love
A Mother's Love, so pure and true, Endless as the skies of blue. A warmth that comforts night and day, Guiding with a gentle way.
M AnandarajPublished about a year ago in PoetsOde to Rare:
She’s a micro preemie, in a macroeconomic world rare as she can be, rarest of the rare she swears With locks of natural red hair, the (MC1R gene comes through)
Saroyan ColesPublished about a year ago in PoetsPerspective
I wonder if I should be taking the medication that my friends say keep the dark clouds away However I think the dark clouds are necessary, as the rain must pour for the green to grow
Alexandra ProhoroffPublished about a year ago in Poets