inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
My home
My home... My room... My life... My thoughts... When I want peace, silence I go to the place that says "Slow down, no one has to run"
Endless Melody of Love
In the quiet whispers of the night, Two hearts entwined, a love so bright. A melody of passion, sweet and true, Our love story, forever anew.
It’s Not About the Money
I often sit and ponder What’s in a dollar Not what is it made of But what it makes for us Often it’s very little And it’s only getting smaller
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsNature's Peace
We all come from the Earth and we all return to it in the end. Maybe that's why being in nature calms my soul so easily. My veins like roots, with warm spring water coursing through them. The blood of all life, water. The one thing no living thing can live without.
Nature's Compass, A Poem
The world's compass, delicate in its essence, yet threads weave across continents, guiding tides to the moon... Nature's connections surround us, navigating by the pull we sense.
K. J. NeithercuttPublished 5 months ago in Poetsbe what you want
the day I decided to look for magic somewhere all magic appeared around me the day I decided to live happy a lot of reasons appeared to be happy
vision
I can see things that others can not I can imagine things that others can not I can dream as big as others can not as it is my life, the life I am going to form
Finding Solutions and Inner Peace
A school organized a fun trip for its young students, On the way they passed through a tunnel, under which the bus driver used to pass before.
Umesh YadavPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe Liberation
In the depths of despair, he stood, Bound by the chains of a job he despised, His spirit yearning for freedom, From the shackles of corporate ties.
The PenPalPublished 5 months ago in PoetsBlossoms
Blossoms on the plains, Whispers of life in the breeze, Prairie's heartbeat blooms.
Printique StudiosPublished 5 months ago in PoetsDrooping Rose
if I were to ask you if you've been misunderstood before, you would say yes without a doubt. Why? You're a human being. All of us would have been misunderstood or abused to some degree.
Michelle LiewPublished 5 months ago in PoetsStripped Then Stitched
Exposed. Every petal was torn away from the rose. Suspicions constantly arose. Sense of self they try to erode. . Unwavering,
Danielle Elizabeth AndrewsPublished 5 months ago in Poets