inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
The Poet in me yearns for a gasp of breath
The Poet in me yearns for a gasp of breath Epiphanies of the tranquility that the light held, In the ecstasy of a gallant tomorrow, every ounce of my being I shed.
Hridya SharmaPublished 5 months ago in PoetsMoonbeams Waltz
Moonbeams waltz, embrace, Night's tender dance, silent grace, Dreams twirl in moon's chase.
Printique StudiosPublished 5 months ago in PoetsGolden Fields Whisper
Golden fields whisper, Harvest dreams unfold in flight, Autumn's tapestry.
Printique StudiosPublished 5 months ago in PoetsMoonlit Cottonwoods
Moonlit cottonwoods, Whispers in the night's soft breath, Life's dance unfolds, free.
Printique StudiosPublished 5 months ago in PoetsFreddy the Fox's Fancy Feast
In a forest green, where tall trees sway, Lived Freddy the Fox, always ready to play. With a fluffy tail and a cunning grin,
An ancient memory
This poem is dedicated to Alicia ( the Hawaiian 🌺 Goddess who embodies such love of Mother Earth and her children). “A magnificent starfruit tree
Cezarina TronePublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe Fisherman's Day
By the river, the fisherman stands tall, Casting his line, giving his all. With patience and hope, he waits for a bite,
Move, Leap and Pivot
The saddest dance in life is the one we dance alone, With no partner; no competition; no audience - no chance of stardom.
Jollyoddbod PoetryPublished 5 months ago in PoetsTake me there!
The sun made me dry what about it? fun made me cry ok chill and now you shall sit But? when will you do it? Take me there
The Fool's Journey
A young man named Zilch wanders without a care But encounters an old juggler who proposes a dare: “Can you climb that nearby peak and look out to the sea?”
C. Rommial ButlerPublished 5 months ago in Poetsdiscussion a plane vs a vulture
In the vast sky, a poem of contrasts unfolded between an airplane in its majestic flight and a vulture seeking its place in the air. The temperature set the rhythm for a tale of encounters and reflections.
Undressing of One’s Unnatural Existence
He runs through the wilderness showering in the fresh air, A smile on his face puts him back where he belongs, Jogging the trails made from animals past,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 5 months ago in Poets