inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
- Top Story - December 2023
LOVE ENDURES
Entwined commitment so dear talking nose to nose. Whispered endearment in ear. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Love blooms secure and sincere.
Babs IversonPublished 5 months ago in Poets Theme of Urban Life
Amidst the bustling city's ceaseless hum (A) A solitary soul walks through the night (B) In search of dreams that once had brightly strummed (A)
Ghulam FayyazPublished 5 months ago in PoetsTransition Goals
Tank Girl up on the living room wall Thumping the sharps box to Days n Daze Hoping this infection doesn't get far And this broken bone just goes away
Embrace the Dawn of 2024
Dear Beloved Dreamer, As the sun bids adieu to the canvas of 2023, let your heart resonate with the promise of a new dawn in 2024. Like a celestial symphony, each sunrise is an overture of possibilities, casting away the shadows of yesteryear. Embrace the unwritten chapters that await your pen; you are the architect of your destiny, and this year is your blank canvas.
Lindokuhle MgwenyaPublished 5 months ago in PoetsWhite Bird In Flight 🕊️🕊️🕊️
White Bird in Flight I see your Wings transform in a December Sky Where hope is Invisible Could you tell me where I can find
Empathetic Touch
Empathy should make this clear Why you would say I'll be right here. When you have a listening ear you will always find your way
Raine fielderPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe Sun
The Sun is the source of light on Earth The hottest star in the Unversed The Sun is composed of about 75% hydrogen, 25% helium,
A Mother’s Wish
Eat your fruit, I know what’s best, You’re cute! Wear your best suit, I know all the rest, Here is an apple, to boot!
Kristen UlrichPublished 5 months ago in PoetsMagnetic
“Magnetic” These days I’m just trying to get back to my normal self. Some days I pick up a tobacco pipe, but never dip or cigarette smoke.
Corey W HarlandPublished 5 months ago in PoetsMy Holidays
I always was the one trying to make the holidays magical, but my magic died after years of never doing enough. There were moments of memories that I cherish dearly but are still tainted with the aftermath of tears.
Angel AdagioPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe End of Peace
We have abandoned peace. I wish I could say it was lost, misplaced atop a mantlepiece. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lizzy RosePublished 5 months ago in PoetsSilence at night, Silence at morning
failure, mistakes regular bedfellows depression, anxiety constant companions silence at night contemplative, reflective
Paul StewartPublished 5 months ago in Poets