inspirational

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

Analogical Apathy
The secret sauce of poetry Lies in its deep capacity To free the mind from rules that bind Expressions of our human kind
By Insinq Datum9 months ago in Poets
The Mercy of Walking Away
Too often, we love so intensely that we forget we also deserve to be treated well. Repeated concessions are not born from a lack of principles, but rather from the belief that if we just endure a little longer, or give a little more, the relationship will finally improve.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing9 months ago in Poets
Teddy For All Ages
Tales teddy tells From things I’ve seen Places I’ve been Tales I can tell 🧸🧸🧸🧸 Tiny tots sleep Kept in their arms
By Calvin London9 months ago in Poets
Black Sheep, but Abundant Self-Love
I grew up with a simple life philosophy: no unnecessary rituals or rigid beliefs. Be kind. Work hard. Live honestly. I wanted to make my parents proud,
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
Revelations Await. Winner in The Unnecessary Line Challenge. Top Story - February 2026.
Glide into the emerald pillows of grass waves ply your wanders and wonders Breathe in the blushing blue thyme meadow, as it gives way to tawnied garden ground
By John R. Godwin9 months ago in Poets
Groundhog Day, 4 AM. Winner in The Unnecessary Line Challenge.
Full moon reigns in the West Above blanketed powder snow Below— ivory, silver and cerulean meet in silent, parallel play.
By Kate Kastelberg 9 months ago in Poets
It isn't easy to write about you, mom.
Writing words for you feels harder than a novel’s end, Because you are not just my mother — you are my heart, my friend. You and I have walked through storms no one could see,
By Ina Zeneli9 months ago in Poets
Rose After the Storm
pink rose petals endure cold wind and harsh rain still stand so elegant. Note: The rose is blooming in my garden. I was surprised to see it's immaculate despite the rough weather from the past few days.
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
The Crystal Ball Bowed
The Crystal Ball Bowed My crystal ball bowed to her light, Not to fantasy, not to passing desire. It recognised something older than memory,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
The Spell I Whisper For Us
The Spell I Whisper For Us I do not light these candles for show, I light them because hope needs warmth. The flame trembles like my waiting heart,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
In My Blind Spot. Top Story - February 2026.
Pieces of land holding past and present bands visible in my blind spot, blemishes of time causing the past to rewind. Memories never fading
By Jacqueline Elaine Hudson9 months ago in Poets
Sandy Days.
Warm sand in between your toes, Feeling the hot sun beam down on your body. Building sandcastles, waves coming up onto the shore,
By Jen Phillips9 months ago in Poets