Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
“Every morning is a fresh start, a chance to rewrite your story.” Every day we wake up is a new opportunity to transform ourselves and our lives
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff7 months ago in Poets
“Gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.” “Gratitude” is a part of human nature. It is an integral part of the human experience and emotions,
“A little progress every day adds up to big results.” This reminds us of the value of persistence and small stepping-stones.
Did you know? The harder you try to force someone to help you or offer you an opportunity, the further they are likely to drift away.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
Hello, I’ll be your demon sent to welcome you to hell The Devil soon will greet you for the stories you can tell Like how you never questioned him on all the lies he told
By Earl W. Pearl7 months ago in Poets
✅☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁✅✅☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁✅✅☁☁☁ . . . . . . . . . White Smoke from the Sky . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The Slave Lover Falls Down Doomed . . . . .. . ...
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne7 months ago in Poets
Today, I was telling my daughter, a story I had heard long ago. There was a poor orphan boy, someone gave him two rupees,
By Seema Patel7 months ago in Poets
Write from experience… Write what you know Let readers feel your pain And revel in your glow * Let them cry alongside you
By Andrew C McDonald8 months ago in Poets
When I wear shorts, My legs are not yours to observe, I am not a doll; I aim to please myself, not you, When I wear a bikini,
By Carol Ann Townend8 months ago in Poets
Slippery Slopes It begins small, just a slight shift, a step that does not feel as firm as the one before it. You tell yourself it is nothing,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
You hear my words and respond But it's only a reflection Like the still surface of a pond Belying turmoil below. What was said will be lost
By Dana Crandell8 months ago in Poets
You Cannot Chase ItVerse 1 Truth stands waiting at the broken door, Shining just the same when the lost implore. Peace comes rushing when the proud can’t roar,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior8 months ago in Poets
