inspirational

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

The Silent Weight of Unspoken Words
I walk through rooms I’ve never left, echoes of conversations that never happened crowd the corners of my mind. Thoughts coil like smoke, tangling, choking, each one a whisper of what I wanted to say— but didn’t.
By Rohit Kalsariya 8 months ago in Poets
Like an Old Oak
Like this old oak, I watch people, and their lives quietly unfold. It was a community where many families came to live with dream-filled eyes.
By Seema Patel8 months ago in Poets
Who Dwell in My Life
I raise my voice to the sunrise‑kissed horizon, where every amber strand of light is a braid of you the laughter of a tide that folds into another tide,
By Forest Green8 months ago in Poets
A Fuchsia Rose
Introduction This came about after talking with my Muse about one of her favourite colours. The music is "Hymn to the Sea (Rose's Theme)" by Amy Wallace and Reyjuliand
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
Soul Searching
If I am called to pass again through trials and troubles sore, I know to quickly turn to Him Who rescued me before. When chaos and confusion come
By Luke Haymons8 months ago in Poets
A Row, A Row, A Row...
a paper advice act now an electrical stat a medical stat a row of a row of subjects and "fats" a bask to kick it with in bed and enjoy carousel electing stats googling... are eyes not stiff but stuffed? up and down passed mail a lift from the average a buff? but don't care really I an amateur athlete being rows and rows and rows of "bad" "bad" "bad" cholesterol. 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. Smith8 months ago in Poets
Nothing Else Did
For an hour, the lights went out. Everyone noticed. Nothing said. 🌍 🌎 🌏 🌍 🌎 🌏 🌍 🌎 🌏 The lights go off. Nothing dimmed.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin8 months ago in Poets
Closer Than Distance
This ghazal explores an intimate paradox: the closer something feels, the less tangible it becomes. The beloved is never fully seen, yet deeply experienced—like a fragrance in the air. It’s a meditation on emotional closeness that transcends physical distance.
By heasb0018 months ago in Poets
The Weight of Dusk
This ghazal captures a quiet, urban loneliness—the kind that arrives at dusk, when the world slows and memory grows louder. It speaks of unspoken words, missed chances, and the weight of a single moment stretched across time. Love here is intimate, human, and painfully close.
By heasb0028 months ago in Poets
Where Absence Becomes Presence
This ghazal explores a paradox: how absence can transform into a deeper form of presence. The beloved is no longer external, but internalized—becoming part of the speaker’s being. It’s a philosophical reflection on love beyond possession, where distance dissolves into identity.
By Rahatweb Website8 months ago in Poets
Time Spent
I wish we could spend more time together But no, even that's a lie. We could. We can. We have free will. I wish we chose what we said we wanted.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro8 months ago in Poets
The Sapling and Dandelion
If only we could learn a lesson from the sapling growing between rocks and soil or the dandelion blooming between concrete
By Jasmine Aguilar8 months ago in Poets