Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Youβre going too fast little one, Ask your heart if this is sustainable. Youβre absorbing too much little one, Check with your brain and body if it is containable.
By Sherie Ramos9 months ago in Poets
I had never seen Callery pear before until I found many of them in the apartment, I came to stay. Dark, rugged trunks and branches,
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
π π π π π π π π π π π π π π π π π π knowing that health is certainly wealth. . . . . giving gratitude to a friend from North who sends me love . . .
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne9 months ago in Poets
Every evening at six-thirty, Eleanor sets the table for two. She does it without fail. Without rush. Without variation. The dining room window faces west, and at that hour, the light turns the glass of the cabinet doors into molten amber. She waits for that exact softness before unfolding the cream-colored cloth. She smooths it twice with the flat of her hands, left to right. Always left to right.
By Melissa 9 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my ninety-third piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's wonderful artwork. This is A Zejel, a relatively simple form.
By Mike Singleton π Mikeydred 9 months ago in Poets
When War Has Ceased, Bring Peace To My Heart When war has ceased and the last cry falls silent, Let the earth loosen the smoke from her weary breath.
By βΏ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
The hinges, the hinges are their. The hinges, can't wait for some. The hinges, "Is it summertime?" Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts! Please leave a comment. Copyright 2026 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith9 months ago in Poets
In the realm of interpersonal relationships, we often fall into a specific obsession: trying to "understand" everyone we connect with, believing that enough communication and compromise can untangle any knot.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing9 months ago in Poets
For a long time my voice lived in my throat like a bird behind glass moving, alive, but quiet on purpose. οΉοΉ I became fluent in nodding.
By Milan Milic9 months ago in Poets
A Soldier He Served His Time In Bombay 1939 My uncle fought in Bombay 1939, when the world was breaking not behind a desk
Silent skies stretch slowly, Shadows sliding softly, Stars shimmering, scattering silver sparks. Sleepless souls stare skyward,
By Aarsh Malik9 months ago in Poets
A gap cuts through my smile as I spring onto my parentsβ bed. A coin presses warm in my palm, holding proof of tiny magic.
By Latisha Jean9 months ago in Poets
