inspirational

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

Love Poem
Thanks To The Most High Love is Restored Energy Benedictions
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)7 months ago in Poets
What I've Learned
Students often know more than you think they do. Students often know less than they think they do. Kids don't care what you know.
By Julie Lacksonen7 months ago in Poets
The Next Right Thing
The coolest dude I ever met, the one man who taught me more than anyone, * was named Diego Mondragon. * I met him on a train called the Texas Eagle,
By David Muñoz7 months ago in Poets
The Knock After Midnight
The Knock After Midnight It begins when the house forgets sound, when even breathing feels too loud, and the dark settles properly in,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
The Invisible War
I know I’ve been quiet… more than usual, more than I ever intended to be. And I’m sorry for the way it may have felt like I disappeared. The truth is, I didn’t leave, I’ve just been trying to survive something I didn’t quite have the words for until now.
By Zakari Runge7 months ago in Poets
Kafka. Top Story - April 2026.
Early April evening; New York balcony Spiritual download: Kafka KAFKA KAFKA... I know the name somewhat. Generalities; not enough
By Marilyn Glover7 months ago in Poets
Memories
I painted the sky with the remnants of you... Your scent lingering in the clouds. Your voice in the wind. The warmth of your touch in the fading light.
By Ashley Shiflett7 months ago in Poets
Christian Poetry: "Sonflower (Reach for You)"
I wrote the following poem in contemplating how sunflowers stretch toward the light and how we similarly can turn our faces toward THE light of the world, Jesus Christ:
By Heather Clark7 months ago in Poets
Christian Poetry: "God Is Not Through"
I wrote this poem years ago in the midst of serving in Christian ministry. I worked for a small radio station, and problems with the transmitter affected our listening area. It was hard to stay afloat. It would have been easier just to walk away, but I continued to serve for a number of years amid difficulty.
By Heather Clark7 months ago in Poets
Fall of an age
It’s easy to send pawns to war When you’re sitting on high as king. But when the rooks and knights forever rest The pendulum begins its downward swing
By Edward Val7 months ago in Poets
The Half-Eaten Letter
I found a piece of paper, yellowed at the edges, torn like a broken heart. It was a letter I never finished, ink bleeding into the fiber
By Hazrat Umer7 months ago in Poets
The Glass Apple
I held it in my hand, cold, heavy, and clear. A fruit made of glass, shining under a single, naked bulb. It was beautiful,
By Hazrat Umer7 months ago in Poets