inspirational

Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.

𝔻𝕠 ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝔹𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕
Remember your self you are not half of a whole left on a half shelf. ✨ Sometimes we lose us trying to be what they want
By Colleen Walters6 months ago in Poets
𝕚 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕒𝕤𝕜
i could if i wanted to couldn't i ? i could ŚĤŐÚŤ it from the ŔŐŐŦŤŐРŚ i could ŦĹŶ the biggest βĂŃŃĔŔ i could ŴŔĨŤĔ a βŐŐĶ about it
By Colleen Walters6 months ago in Poets
Snow On Pen-y-ghent
Introduction I love finding things like this and thinking that is worth writing a poem about. Settle is one of my favourite holiday places and I am there every December.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
Diamond in the Rough
She wasn’t planned, nor conceived; derived from an everlasting love. Made out of a naive confusion; and an idea, you can’t get rid of.
By Alaine Hay6 months ago in Poets
The Blind Man Who Saw Jesus
The Blind Man Who Saw Jesus A shadowed road beneath worn feet, Dust rose slow in summer heat, Voices passed without a name,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Real World
I. Heard it from the mouths of cynics and critics how the real world will make me a man, take away my ideals and force me to learn.
By Dean Traylor6 months ago in Poets
Moments When Choosing (Art-Inspired Poem)
choosing art is the the pit choosing art the glit watching waiting for the hit like at noon when new straw hats shows a bit and the water caustic and cracked! those moments when... choosing choosing choosing choosing choosing choosing choosing. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts! Please leave a comment. Copyright 2026 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith6 months ago in Poets
Restful Strokes Of Art
Restful Strokes Of Art The colors drift slowly across my mind Soft waves of silence untangle the night Black rivers curling through scattered light
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
How Connected Are We Really?. Top Story - May 2026.
How connected are we really? Canopy tree, reach high towards the filtered sky As I breathe through my lungs of brittle twigs.
By Caitlin Charlton6 months ago in Poets
Hope in Jesus Amen
Hope in Jesus Amen When heavy skies refuse to break And every road begins to shake You whisper prayers through trembling nights
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Trust No One
Trust No One Hands wrapped tight with poison skin, A smile can hide the darkest sin, Venom drips from whispered lies, Cold betrayal behind kind eyes.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
TRUTH-SLAYER
A guessing game it is not A fill it to the brim certainly not A marginal scale in my rear view not A blended version of the truth, not
By Jacqueline Elaine Hudson6 months ago in Poets