inspirational

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

In Blood and Pain
The devil places charges, the darkness hurls spears; he hates and hurts with wound and vice - tearing flesh, finding fears.
By Gabriel Huizenga7 months ago in Poets
Everything Comes Back
There once was a woman so fair, Who lost twenty bucks at the fair, Two weeks later, in store, Found twenty once more— And gave it away unaware.
By Lana V Lynx7 months ago in Poets
The Art of Selective Caring
Choosing to let go doesn't mean you're "over it"; it means you finally understand that there are more worthwhile people and things in life to care about.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
Functional
Functioning is not the same as living. 🚶‍♀️🧹🛏️🔁⚙️😐💭🕳️💔 Not sitting, still walking. Not lazing, still moving. Not sleeping, still rising.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin7 months ago in Poets
Two Grumpy Old Women Looking For Two Old Men
Two Grumpy Old Women Looking For Two Old Men Two grumpy old women sit, side by side, With folded arms, and stubborn pride,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Suicide
My hand begins to tremble As my finger starts to squeeze The barrels to my brow now As I rest upon my knees Tears slowly seeping from the corners
By Edward Val7 months ago in Poets
A Collection Of One Word Poems
Introduction The concept of the "One Word Poem" has been in my head for a while and I wrote and published the piece below about it.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Poets
I SAT ALONE ON THE HOLIDAY
written, created, edited by Vicki Lawana Trusselli & my little Sweetie Bird, punk rocker Even with all the horror in the world, Sweetie Bird has entered her full punk rock era, mohawk up, attitude sharp, tiny heart wide open.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
The Locksmith’s Last Key
The Locksmith’s Last Key He came at dusk, with iron breath, Keys whispering low in his coat, Each one held a door long buried,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Conveniences
The man next door always smiles. Blue-collar life suits him? "Gratitude," he explained. "Others have it harder." Into my hand he pressed a pendant with a sun and moon on a cord.
By Julie Lacksonen7 months ago in Poets
The Mirror-Image(Im')
im' fun stooge feelin' im' a slap feelin' and stir... the glue feelin' im' done joking around feelin' im' the "beautiful" feeling of the mirror... I'm the feelin' I'm da ope feelin'. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts! Please leave a comment. Copyright 2026 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith7 months ago in Poets
LOVE RETURNED TO ME
A gentle breeze flows through the causeway shifting the air, too love is in the air. When a mission for love sets the stage to rescue, never to leave her lonely.
By Jacqueline Elaine Hudson7 months ago in Poets