inspirational

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

Sometimes I Do Be Like A Firecracker. Runner-Up in The Unnecessary Line Challenge.
flashes of light streaking across the sky scattered ashes and torn bits of paper a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden9 months ago in Poets
I, Like the Sand... Like the Kinetic Toy
the sand the separator places where scattered patches of grass ruins the road the shoe, unlaced "the hangings" draws, go figure, how a family ate remotely? says from... kinetic toy, now in the rule, an ad. sticks! sand! shoes! the places I knee'd remind me where I'm from still, the sand... the kin, the separator. 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. Smith9 months ago in Poets
Grew Up Too Fast
There once was a time our biggest stress was learning to tie our shoes, Going from Velcro shoes to shoes with laces made you the coolest kid on the playground.
By Jen Phillips9 months ago in Poets
Till There Was You
Till There Was You I never knew the sound of laughter, That could linger in the air. Never felt the warmth of sunlight, Till your love was standing there.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
The Law of Unanchored Power
When liberation rises without wisdom, It burns through what it touches, Mistaking recklessness for freedom And ruin for awakening.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior9 months ago in Poets
Regeneration
*** as the snow begins melting tiny bits of life slowly emerges from the petrichor scented soil sure signs of second chances, hopeful notions
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden9 months ago in Poets
When a Soul Turns
When A Soul Turns From Divine Order, It Slips Beyond The Rhythm It Was Shaped To Keep. It Wanders Into Echoes Of Its Own Unraveling,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior9 months ago in Poets
Limerence
Limerence, how highly sensitive people can truly feel what another is going through on a very deep emotional psychologically physical and conscious level only the one who sense feel read can truly understand that depth of processing and trying to heal another and themselves to clean from it all
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 9 months ago in Poets
Then and Now
Layers upon layers. Each one adding warmth and weight. Boots go on last. Should I have peed first? Door opened, breath catches sharply, nasal passages clench. I question the wisdom of stepping out.
By Mary Haynes9 months ago in Poets
Stillness and Self
There is a space between what you say and what you truly mean __ Live there for a while __ Let the noise fall away like coats shrugged off
By Aarsh Malik9 months ago in Poets
Block Representative
You voted. You signed. You agreed. 👨🏻‍🦳🔑🚪👀📱📄✔️ This poem is about a man, Mr. Tan. My neighbour. He has the key to my apartment.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin9 months ago in Poets
The Softness of Coming Home
I used to think that growing up meant loss, compromise, and merely moving forward. It wasn't until these past few years that I slowly realized that with every passing year, I am becoming someone closer to "myself."
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing9 months ago in Poets