inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
A Ukrainian Flag On Castleberg Crag
The war in Ukraine is still going on, and I was heartened to see the Ukrainian Flag, Blue and Yellow Flying over Castleberg Crag. That thought was a self-writing Haiku and therefore a fourth entry from me to the Blue Haiku Challenge on Vocal. I also included the Pink Floyd song - Hey Hey Rise Up (feat. Andriy Khlyvnyuk of Boombox) which if you buy a copy donates to the cause.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Poets
The Art of the Simple Heart
In any relationship, if it constantly triggers your vulnerability, anxiety, and unease—and you find yourself unable to change the dynamic—leaving may be the best choice. In life, learn to treat yourself kindly by knowing when to walk away. Leaving certain people isn't necessarily because they are "bad," but because being with them makes you feel bad.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
Hope Is the Thing with Feathers, and She Looks Like a Creature Who's Been Through It
Hope is the thing with feathers, and she looks like a creature standing thigh-deep in a pile of her own ash and soot, with watery eyes and she’s choking a little on the tendrils of smoke still curling up from the black, charred evidence of the past nine months — compiled at her sore and clawed, tired and somewhat unevenly sized feet. But as she breathes out carefully, and the patience and silence and spaciousness awaken her parasympathetic nervous system response, and she gradually recovers kinesthetic awareness — she realizes her shoulders are already poised wide for takeoff, and have been for some time now. And her solar source beams at her wildly, in encouragement and in the heat of this extendedly anticipated moment. All of this before she even consciously remembers that she is a Phoenix by choice and by inheritance, and that she was fucking made for this and so now it’s time. She takes flight fully understanding that one day she will burst into flames and start from the egg again, and she hopes for fair warning but knows it may not be, so for now, she vows to enjoy the wind and the sky and the renowned feeling of unabated freedom all the books talk about, with a sense of timelessness and presence and peace that only knowing it’s all temporary can truly bring.
By Bethany Dodge7 months ago in Poets
