Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Every time I look into your eyes, I witness a miracle; The love you hold for me shines there, bright and visible. Your smile is exquisite; nothing on this earth is comparable,
By Dr. George Shannon Ferguson15 days ago in Poets
THIS PLACE CALLED HOME It’s more ^ ^*^*^* I once thought that home was where my childhood was spent. But changed my mind when I married.
By Margaret Brennan15 days ago in Poets
I'm Defeated by Gratitude. I Struggled To Vacate, but Something Inside Me Craved The Sensations... The Clutches Of Stagnation Disintegrated, Sauntering Away, Engulfed By Nobility, and I Surrendered Into My Vulnerabilities...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)15 days ago in Poets
Life goes every which way You just have to keep the paths under control They might never decay But that’s all up to you To make the destiny as clear as it can be
By Jamie Quintuna15 days ago in Poets
My dear, please don't naively believe that believing in yourself will make everything alright. My dear, please don't force yourself to say:
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing15 days ago in Poets
With a single hop, he's ready to get off Into the wind he floats, suspended in the breeze A crowd gathers around as he floats by with ease.
By Calvin London15 days ago in Poets
THE COLOURS OF MY WORLD I threw my colours at the world, And watched them come alive, A thousand shades of happiness, With dreams that would survive.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 16 days ago in Poets
WITH OPEN ARMS For those who succumb to the hand of evil <><><><> On the day that we are born An angel is assigned To give us reassurance
By Margaret Brennan16 days ago in Poets
darkness falls early I watch gathering clouds nearly touch ground October feels burly as pangs of loneliness growls mosaic
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden16 days ago in Poets
The Doorway A silent scream, a hidden face, A woman lost in time and space. Behind the eyes, a world of pain, A thousand tears that fell like rain.
Monster in Your Head I am the monster under your bed The scary voice that in your head The fear you feel in the dark The electricity born from a spark
You maybe under a lot of stress and never know how far you'd get. You could attempt to reach for the stars, with a backpack jet. However you could spiral back down like a circumvent.
By Dina Evans 16 days ago in Poets
