inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
The Dreamer
The Dreamer's Day, a sunlit space, Where worries melt and shadows chase. A canvas vast, where thoughts take flight, On wings of dreams, both soft and bright.
Sunil KushwahaPublished 5 months ago in PoetsIt's not about You
It's not about you and it never has been I know that sounds rude and harsh but it's true, none of us are special in the grand scheme of things
Donny FoleyPublished 5 months ago in PoetsHello again, Sister
On a wreath at 10 and 4 o'clock two birds are fastened as if circling in the air two sisters on a wheel of time watching life apart
chillbaby5000Published 5 months ago in Poets"HAPPY NEW YEAR 2024"
This is the end of 2023. I sigh, I say, woe is me, then I look back at 2023, realized I should be happy as can be. I survived major surgery 2022.
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished 5 months ago in PoetsBewilderment
The children love it when it snows There’s wonderment indeed A Snow Angel and frozen toes Are almost guaranteed They stand outside and try to catch
Earl W. PearlPublished 5 months ago in PoetsSo Many Questions
At the same time being and becoming; letting go of now. It's the whistle while you're humming with the puzzlement of how.
Invictus
In the maelstrom of voices, I call and I call My voice all but drowned in the wind and the rain But I'll keep on calling in spite of it all
Judah LoVatoPublished 5 months ago in PoetsBeauty
The sunrise will never know its beauty For it is too far No matter how much we shout The clouds will never know how soft they are
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsDrifting
Many of us do not know what we want in the moment until it passes Drowned in life’s vastness So take all of your chances
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsHis Glory Be
His Glory Be At home in my own bed now, hiding, covers over head; Head swimming with the thoughts, of all things done and said;
Robin TranquilPublished 5 months ago in PoetsLast Breath
There's a little less fight in her today. There's a little less light in her. She's on the brink of destruction. A demise of her own creation.
Jasmine HarrisPublished 5 months ago in PoetsWhiskers in Moonlight
In the domain where shadows dance, A catlike slinks, a wild sentiment. Quiet murmurs as the night progressed, Hairs delicate, eyes glimmering splendid.