inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
we're not kids anymore
friends come and go sometimes you're alone but nothing you say can make the shame go away and one day, you'll finally feel free
zoe frenchmanPublished 5 months ago in PoetsNo Moon No Love
Why ain't it a full moon It is dark and so cold where am I in the world Wish I can see you soon No moon to cast its silver dance
Nostalgic Projection
A sunshine with your name on it, a blissful morning of enjoyment Walking down to your favorite spot, its a place where you're reminded of your clairvoyant nature
Mason DarniellePublished 5 months ago in PoetsIdentity's Symphony
In the mirror of the world, it stares, A question asked, a soul declares. "Who are you?" the echoes chime, A melody played in the hands of time.
Mubashira KachhotPublished 5 months ago in Poets"Rising Phoenix"
Beneath the weight of sorrows worn, In shadows where our scars are born. We cannot linger in the gloom, Nor let despair become our tomb.
Mubashira KachhotPublished 5 months ago in PoetsFires We Tame
In anger's fire, a tempest roars, A blaze that scorches, scars implore. Yet, what begins in fury's flame, Often ends in the shadow of shame.
Mubashira KachhotPublished 5 months ago in PoetsFestive Reverie
Festive Reverie Glowing lights cascade, Families entwined in warmth, Snowflakes twirl in joy, Within this feast of moments,
Printique StudiosPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe Tunnel
As much as we would like to claim that we are completely without biases, it's impossible( alright, close to impossible) to do.
Michelle LiewPublished 5 months ago in PoetsMy Bold Companion
You won’t find a heart like this But you seem not interested in a heart like this Oh hurt yeah hurt it goes to the gut
The MadmanPublished 5 months ago in PoetsBroken Cycles
I learned to be strong When weak was all that I knew Breaking the cycle
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe Chase
Am I really living Or just enjoying the chase Everywhere Everyday I see her face But there’s no place for us here Because we’re surrounded by fear
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsSiesta
Sometimes, it is, necessary, To take a mid-afternoon nap, Especially when you get, Super drowsy, It's a mental and psyche combination,
Tambourine ManPublished 5 months ago in Poets