Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
“Note to self: you are not too old and it’s not too late.” As long as we are alive, we have the opportunity and the potential to do wonderful things,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff7 months ago in Poets
The Shy Sun has emerged dappling down crisp April rays, the clouds deigned to make way to give the Shy Sun its day. - It is fitting then
By Alexander Stoddart7 months ago in Poets
“Education is our passport to the future, for tomorrow belongs to the people who prepare for it today.” We need education
“Be strong enough to let go and patient enough to wait for what we deserve.” We live with ‘change.’ The seasons change.
“You cannot improve your past, but you can improve your future. Once time is wasted, life is wasted.” This is a very profound and real thought.
“You are unique, nothing can replace you.” We live in an age of technology and standardization which could overshadow our individuality.
Most heartbreak isn't due to the loss of happiness, but rather the disillusionment of unrealized expectations. The happiness you couldn't bear to let go of—
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
Building dreams one thought at a time Saving for the future, counting each dime Praying tomorrow will be better than today
By Edward Val7 months ago in Poets
Rolled up in a ball. Then, slowly spreading open. See my bright display. * Did you surmise that this is about the journey from being constrained to being out-going — from being an introvert to an extrovert?
By Julie Lacksonen7 months ago in Poets
Violet Phases, Silent Spell A thin curved whisper, in a violet sky, It leans like a secret, it refuses to die. Night breathes low, in a hush so deep,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Ayaan used to reply in seconds. No matter how busy he was, no matter what time it was—her messages always came first. Zara never had to wait, never had to wonder.
By Imran Ali Shah7 months ago in Poets
graveyard stones and wilted flowers old crossbones near death encounters hazy moon and cawing crows the spirits move where fear's exposed
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 months ago in Poets
