Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Much as the seasons change, so do I, a new chapter The twilight comes a little earlier today The stars dot the sky as I walk home tonight
By Howl8 months ago in Poets
Us waxing poets Like blunt knives against hydras A pyrrhic bulwark ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Fromm8 months ago in Poets
Once you earn through online writing, gathering cents in an expensive world, you understand the value of money, like water drops,
By Seema Patel8 months ago in Poets
Few years back, I wanted to travel the world, Now I don’t, there are valid reasons. First, we have a tight budget, a heavy mortgage, two kids to raise,
Today is the day Alexander Graham Bell made the first phone call. The phone has become more than a communication tool; it is the holder of essence.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin8 months ago in Poets
That’s life. There is joy, and there is bound to be regret. That is normal. You will feel exhilarated sometimes, and sad sometimes. That is all you, and in the end, it will all blend into a better version of yourself.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing8 months ago in Poets
Take My Hand Take my hand, if only for a while, Don’t say a word, just let me see your smile. In heaven you’re out of reach and sight,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
"In 1983, they didn't just change the laws; they changed what it meant to be human. They reclassified the elders and the 'obsolete' as managed expenses—units to be monitored until they expired.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 8 months ago in Poets
At first it was only a few strands left behind on a pillow, a quiet warning no one else could hear. The mirror did not speak
By Leo 8 months ago in Poets
Sayings of Ma'at sound in my ears as guns fire I shake, but truth shields
By The Dani Writer8 months ago in Poets
✨ There is no defeat as long as we keep our faith in times of trouble. ✨ Chaos becomes mute as long as we keep our hearts
By Colleen Walters8 months ago in Poets
My Phantom Lover be patient I woke before the morning had breath. The room was still, the curtains unmoving. Yet something watched from the quiet corner,
