Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Last year was for my existential crisis Last year was for overthinking Last year was my vicious cycle of doubt Last year was for second-guessing
By Sarah Loyd9 months ago in Poets
The night folds itself neatly, corners tucked like a well‑made bed. A moth taps the window, asking nothing, only repeating its soft‑winged prayer.
By Kristen Barenthaler9 months ago in Poets
I remember having to study Luther's Catechism during my second and third year in my Catechism classes before being confirmed.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Poets
I grew up with God like a hallway light always on, always watching, and somehow still not warming anything. ﹁﹂ They taught me perfection in Sunday clothes,
By Milan Milic9 months ago in Poets
Loss of direction - not all the things will collapse. It just looks like that.
By Sun Bee9 months ago in Poets
Life is not finite. It’s a continuity locked in a moment.
Inhaling deeply, I feel strong serenity. Peace envelops me.
By Julie Lacksonen9 months ago in Poets
I used to be constantly on the go, whether cycling or by train. Rushing, with too much to do, eagerly moving towards the future.
For Sheeba, My Loyal Shadow In black and white, a spirit so bright, Sheeba, my companion, my love, my light. With every wag and every glance,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
In a suitcase on left on a train, tucked away, A teddy bear waitsfor Tommy,still and grey. Once filled with laughter, cuddles tight,
A Final Journey Home At eighteen, he ventured, chasing a dream, To the UK, where futures glimmered and gleamed. Yet in twenty-one’s shadow, his voyage was spent,
Lost in the ways Of old Unfinished ends We let the days Turn cold Between our hands Not nearly bold Enough To take it down
By Vadim Kagan9 months ago in Poets
