Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Teach Me How to Become a Man Teach me how to become a man, Not through anger, fists, or pride, Show me how to carry burdens,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
When He gave His life it was to redeem our sin and give us freedom. 💚 And yet we still sin as if we have no boundaries
By Colleen Walters5 months ago in Poets
Your judgemental glare is void of noise demanding grace for what I lack But every scar has got a voice every bruise I have talks back
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
A fading relationship isn't necessarily a betrayal; it's often just a return to reality. Many people find it hard to accept—how could someone who was once so good to you suddenly become distant?
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing5 months ago in Poets
Picture this, a candle, --------------------------- When I was young, it stood tall, almost defiant. Its flame was vast and unrestrained,
By Nash Georges5 months ago in Poets
a crucible of enlightenment in low places not all my friends stay i am living on the high road and my house stands on a pedestal
By ⸘jason alan‽5 months ago in Poets
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By Rick Henry Christopher 5 months ago in Poets
Fireworks Lit The Sky I Won A Million Fireworks bursting high above the town, Red and silver raining softly down, People cheering loudly in the square,
Oh, face, mother wrought, Clay molded by fingers that Molded me, welcome! Grace my walls With your silent lips And unseeing eyes
By Andrea Corwin 5 months ago in Poets
Why Are Our Eyes Not The Same Colour Some are blue like oceans far away, Some are brown like earth after the rain, Green eyes sparkle brightly in the sun,
I look back with disgust how comfortably I adapted to rock bottom That’s as close as I’ll get to hell while I am still breathing
By Nathaniel Terrell5 months ago in Poets
I have English in my heart. I know how that sounds for a frenchman. Like betrayal, maybe, until I hear what English kept from going quiet. English got the poems, the long thoughts, the little jokes I used as splints.
By Patrick Gadoury5 months ago in Poets
