inspirational

Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.

Meditation in the Garden
Little daughter, 6 declared on this sunny morning that in the backyard garden, near the Buddha statue, we would do meditation.
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
The Dangerous Cockroaches
My spouse has a job, works from home. two cute, witty kids, a house in the suburbs, a leafy neighborhood, and an organic backyard.
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
7 Best Doctors
We all fall sick, time to time, for the gut wants one thing, the tongue another. We call ourselves wise, yet we are often foolish,
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
Medb, Queen of Connacht
Introduction This is my fourth piece inspired by Justine G. Cappelli's gorgeous artwork. Medb is pronounced "Maeve" (/meɪv/ or MAY-v). This ancient Irish name, often associated with the mythological Queen of Connacht, derives from Old Irish and corresponds to modern Irish spellings like Méabh or Meadhbh. It is commonly understood to mean "she who intoxicates" or "meadow".
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 9 months ago in Poets
When Sleep Won’t Come
Childhood nights were simple. A small anger, a fleeting quarrel, and sleep would come. The day’s worries, the tiny fears, the little hurts —
By Luna Vani9 months ago in Poets
My Swords Oath
This oath I took, I did not choose It came by me so naturally To pledge my sword. To fight for you. In wars of love gone heavy
By 竜鶴9 months ago in Poets
The lovers
A little glass of wine, sweet words and flowers A caress on the hand that makes your heart beat A light dress that makes your senses tingle
By Tony Herlin9 months ago in Poets
NOW, is the moment
The past sets a stage, As you engage in the story, The future claiming most of the glory, A glorious moment goes unseen,
By Keith McHugh9 months ago in Poets
Who am I?
Why is it so hard to be able to describe yourself? I don't mean things like, you're a nice, good person, what your basics interests and hobbies are.
By Jen Phillips9 months ago in Poets
Turmoil
Inner turmoil boiling over, The stove over heating, I'm eating from another plate, Looking straight into the pot, I can feel how hot it's getting,
By Keith McHugh9 months ago in Poets
The Book Of Life
Living in an open book, I am everywhere I look, I thought I took a wrong turn, Feeling the fire burn, I yearn for peace.
By Keith McHugh9 months ago in Poets
Shelfing Myself
Putting it on the shelf, The self I made before, I don't need it anymore, So many good things in store, When sure of who you are,
By Keith McHugh9 months ago in Poets