Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Days of rain. The drey exterior my window would transport and the wind would strip. My heart was valent with plausibility I may well be presently, halfway lady,
By bishnu prasad5 months ago in Poets
In this same street that day … I lived with my affectionate father, Caring mother, loving brother and Clever grandma….!
By RamyaMurugesan5 months ago in Poets
Sounds of sirens ringing Head banged against the wall Blood spilled Bleeding furiously Tickling sound Of the wind chimes
By hirah5 months ago in Poets
Amidst the pine's grace, Zephyr's tale in branches told, Nature's dance unfolds. Each needle, a thread so fine, Unity in whispers, divine.
By Printique Studios5 months ago in Poets
Today’s post rings poignantly. Crossroads. I dislike navigating them, and I guess that so do you. They can be overwhelming because one simply doesn’t know which path is safest. I’ve recently arrived at one, and the feeling isn’t comfortable.
By Michelle Liew5 months ago in Poets
Your cry gave a loud call, Impossible to resist. Burdened with the curiosity of it, I raced to your roar. Why? Why did I?
By Damian5 months ago in Poets
The holiness of purity at war Chastity in its essence walks the path of the living dead, The mirth of innocence ends its existence before succumbing on its deathbed
By Hridya Sharma5 months ago in Poets
When I was younger I had piano lessons at my Mom-Mom's house late each Saturday morning. She had lunch ready for my brother and I each time;
By Gabriel Huizenga5 months ago in Poets
Whisper whisper in the night Chatter chatter Tiny voices serenade Of what matters: Seventeen cascading years
By Salomé Saffiri5 months ago in Poets
I don’t care if you’re my friend, my family member, my neighbour, or my idol; everyone is my valentine. Love comes in different sizes,
By Talia Devora5 months ago in Poets
My feet hurt but it’s not from dancing. I’m exhausted but it’s not from living the dream but dreaming too much. This is the American dream? I would like to make a complaint.
By Jen Phillips5 months ago in Poets
It's peaceful here the way the highest leaves of the trees hit the sky Blending into the blues of midnight burdens Merging into the fluffy balls of cotton
By Alexis Roberson5 months ago in Poets