Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
She was sitting on her bed when it happened. Not a miracle. Not a breakthrough. Not a life-changing revelation. Just a small shift.
By Nash Georges5 months ago in Poets
No More Yesterdays, Life Moved On I stopped waiting where old moments stayed, No letters came, no reasons followed, The rooms changed shape without a sound,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
I believe you are capable of anything you set your mind to. Also, you are beautiful, your fingerprints are unlike any others.
By Rowan Finley 5 months ago in Poets
The galaxy's first breath unspools into something other than its last. . A house inhales with you, exhales you into pine,
By Paul Aaron Domenick5 months ago in Poets
We Could Have Been Lovers We stood where something almost started, close enough to feel it in the quiet, close enough to imagine names for us,
This National Kitchen Klutz's Day, odd souls do create chaos. Or do they? What does the kitchen reveal? 🌱 👻 🌱 👻 🌱 👻 🌱 👻 🌱 👻 🌱 👻 🌱
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin5 months ago in Poets
He likes to light a candle to ward off the demons The ones he battles every night In a bed so cold that no one sleeps Not even the fluffy dog
By Sun Bee5 months ago in Poets
Elation! Jubilation! Exhilaration! A sign that you may be getting better Today I saw a glimmer of hope. For so long, no life in your eyes
By Calvin London5 months ago in Poets
sometimes it takes a shakeup for us to really wake up but instead of a breakup we really need to make up -that's for you, Paul Stewart
By Colleen Walters5 months ago in Poets
I watched a group of birds through my front window today. They were very restless, hovering, flitting To the tree To the bush
By Julie Lacksonen5 months ago in Poets
Some days I’m here Some days I’m not Some days I see reality Some days I’m stuck in a dream Some days I can can achieve everything
By L.I.E5 months ago in Poets
My grandmother sits on the front porch, rocking slowly, her eyes flickering up to the ceiling, ~a dusty haint blue. Her hands are knotted yet smooth,
By Alys Revna5 months ago in Poets
