inspirational

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

Avalanche
(Verse 1) I didn’t see the architecture fracture, I was lost within the lace upon the bed. One heavy breath, the world outside surrendered,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior6 months ago in Poets
Pedigree of Grace
(Verse 1) I came with a contract for my soul’s sacred design To walk through the lessons and follow the line That were the teachers of coldness and pain
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior6 months ago in Poets
Apollo's North Star
(Verse 1) Kate finds him waiting near the dunes, Apollo, with a garden winding across his muzzle. Petals of indigo and ochre traced around his golden eyes,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior6 months ago in Poets
What’s Left Are Beautiful Scars
what are we but scars healed bruises and hope a million lost stars dangling for life on frayed rope raised from the ramparts
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
Not Outshined
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for March 2026 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)6 months ago in Poets
When the Circus Came
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for February 2026 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)6 months ago in Poets
What Awaits Me
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for January 2026 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)6 months ago in Poets
Imprisoned in Gray
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for December 2025 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)6 months ago in Poets
HOLY BURDENS TRUTH IS GRACE
The Mythic Intro (Worker of Pathways) Some creations come from effort. Others come from alignment. This one came through a doorway of color, sound, motion, breath, and asked to be witnessed.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
trophetic. Content Warning.
through my teeth i say i am fine i tell myself it is not a lie not if i really want it to be true not if i need to believe it
By ⸘jason alan‽6 months ago in Poets
Christian Poetry: 'The Other Side'
This poem references the account in the Gospels where Jesus told His disciples, "Let us go to the other side (of the lake)." Things seemed fine at first, but as they were sailing across, a great storm arose, and the disciples feared that they would die. However, if God says we are going to the other side, it doesn't matter what happens in the middle. I paralleled this story to my life today and my need to trust God in the middle of the storm.
By Heather Clark6 months ago in Poets
The Queue Beneath The Tree To Pee
The Queue Beneath The Tree To Pee They line up without a word being said, A quiet agreement, a path gently led, One by one in a patient line,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets