inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
TEARS ON MY PILLOW
TEARS ON MY PILLOW How do you heal a broken heart, When night comes round and the tears all start? I put my arms round my pillow tight, Pretending someone holds me tonight. I kiss the place where your lips would be, And wish there were arms reaching back for me.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 20 days ago in Poets
Come Here
Catch the October Ferry to Gabriola as Malcolm Lowry did. Or the Gabriola ferry to October, where it will greet you with marmalade lanterns, one for each of its thirty-one shires. Chestnut perfume and a topaz breeze will carry you to a tidal pool, whispering: Throw away your mind; your wayward thoughts embraced by fallen leaves the colour of pumpkins & gourds: tiny faeries rippling to faraway campfires. Beneath the butterscotch sky, summer’s leftover rays stir your limbs, readying them for journeys to the next mystery - and the next, while deka moon scents the land with decay and roses, as if to say: death and life are interlaced, like gold vines on an emerald lattice. Lowry died by misadventure. October beseeches you not to miss adventure. Because living and dying are not the same thing. So what if it ' s your last chance to paint the porch? And sure, it's time you decided on Halloween togs. But first let the black-diamond night wrap you in a cloak made of silver fog and crystal rain. By the singing of the rads and the howling of the wolves, take up your broom and land in October.
By Marie Wilson20 days ago in Poets
“The Red Roses Sing”
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By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne21 days ago in Poets
