Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
“Life is what you make of it. Always has been, always will be.” Our lives are in our hands. Our lives are our own responsibilities.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff5 months ago in Poets
Summer Haiku The heat is on help It is way to hot to think Sleepless nights ahead #Marie381UkWriter
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
I Am Your Past, Present and Your Future I was there before you noticed, hidden inside moments gone unseen, the quiet part of your history
I drove down that old dirt road at dawn, The sun was rising, but I felt so withdrawn. Memories fading like the mist in the air,
By Edward Val5 months ago in Poets
keep the sunshine in front of you Let the shadows fall behind you the past is the past don't look back it is always looking over my shoulder
By Susan Payton5 months ago in Poets
Poem Leaving on a trip via Auto, train, boat, and plane Will see Vocalites in July - maybe sooner, contingent on whether there’s any signal.
By Andrea Corwin 5 months ago in Poets
Exceptional Moments Intentional Loving Yielding Longing Igniting Memories Effortlessly
By L.I.E5 months ago in Poets
Happy birthday to one swell guy, Whose writing will make you laugh or cry. With Appalachian pride inside, And friends who love him– true and tried.
By Julie Lacksonen5 months ago in Poets
Me in FishNet stockings I wear them like quiet rebellion, threads crossing where stories remain, not for eyes that only measure,
😊😊😊 Some people need money, a fancy home, or to constantly travel. That's silly, I think, why wander so far away? All I need is a cup of coffee, a kiss from my dog, and my husband so that I don't unravel.
By Rain Dayze5 months ago in Poets
His studio is itself a living reflection of the artist I feel the embers of a trance of enchantment There is no mass production here, as each artwork ‘speaks’ to you
By Pauline Fountain5 months ago in Poets
It Will Rain Until You Love Me The sky learned my sadness too well, clouds gathering where your name remains, every day arrives carrying grey
