inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Priorities
Tell me a story or two or four press pause for one and go searching for more - - - - - - - - The work is never finished
authority
reclaiming the confidence held in my administration. the authority of the author is me. i have power in my pen - a yet raging judgement, arbitrarily distempered.
⸘jason alan‽Published 3 months ago in PoetsThe rules of life
Nothing in this world can take your smile away Nothing on the Earth can set you limits today Don't let people control your feelings
Hopeful Declaration
If gorgeous poems are dropping like ripe plums-- delicious, bruised—a bad spot here and there-- They come after I have journaled
Martha AgnesPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe History Of Haiku
Haiku is a traditional form of Japanese poetry. It has a rich and spiritual history. Many people relate Haiku to Zen. Haiku did not originate from Zen. Zen is not even considered a school or branch of Buddhism by scholars and universities comparative religion departments because Zen does not adhere to any Buddhist Sutra (teaching) but promotes nihilism. Unfortunately with the proliferation of the internet false equivalents are epidemic.
John Charles HarmanPublished 3 months ago in PoetsA Prayer in December 2023
T’was in the dark of an early winter evening when the lady prayed: “Give me peace; and survival for a while would be nice, I suppose--
Martha AgnesPublished 3 months ago in PoetsApproaching chaos
On a shining summer sunday Clouds are appearing far away They're filled with anger Like a burly evil angel ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Things That Are Lost But Can Be Found
Parking spot Keys Sock pairs Pocketknife Pens Chapstick Readers Sunglasses Passwords Wallet Friendships
INTJ "The Perfectionist Strategist"
With mind that pierces through the veils of night, The architect, a soul of keenest sight, Doth delve in logic's depths, with purpose strong,
Diorino GalvanoPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe Unexpected Blessings
In the core of a clamoring city, Rachel wound up at a junction, lost in the maze of life. It was a dim and turbulent night when misfortune struck.
Bonsai Breathes
Bonsai breathes through time, In my hands, nature's canvas, Gentle strength unfolds.
Printique StudiosPublished 3 months ago in PoetsSelf Resurrection..
Stomped with her legs cold as Ice, Shivering with every hammering beats Longing to mend before falling apart The wretched life, not her part.