inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Steel Flowers
I'm lonely. I feel like I'm not good enough for anyone. Not funny enough, not interesting enough. The people that used to make me so happy now turn me a blind eye. I sit alone, now just wanting the music like honey in my ears and my own lonely heart closed in on myself. I'd forgotten what it felt like to be truly lonely, but now I feel the same sad weight, the same gathering of strength like a bouquet of dead flowers. I hold them close to me, breathe in their broken scent I will make it through this. I will make it through this because I know I will. I will make it through this because I know I did it last time. I will make it through this because I know that under this fragile heart, I have a body of iron and a mind of titanium. I am an embodiment of strength and darling,
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Do you ever feel you have a self destruct switch? Or sometimes feel as if you cant even be human? All the feelings and emotions take over, you just want it all to STOP.
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWild Thoughts
There is so much running through my head daily. Like, I wonder how much is this all going to be worth when I make it big.
Crissy DXCIIPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHow To Write a Poem
First you stare at some furniture as you let yourself feel every ounce of everything from a stubbed toe to the truth. Crying in the shower is also acceptable way of meditating on these things.
Belle DenkaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSlow Race
Life is a race, At a slow pace, There are dangers to face, Do you know your place? Are you in it like Myspace? I don’t know if this is my race,
Jacquez NarbaezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRose Colored Glasses
I've always felt things differently and deeply than everyone around me seeing the world with my Rose Colored Glasses half on I've always wondered if the moon and the stars followed me like they specifically chose me to lead them into Infinity I wonder what it would be like to dance with the Sun and chase with the sunset and not get burned and have no regrets wonder what would happen if we took a minute to enjoy the world around us and everything that's in it and that God took time to take this little speck of dust and turn it into us. All these things I wondered when I was little but now I know the stars and the moon were not following me I was following them And they were leading me into Infinity. And I was always dancing with the sun and chasing the sunset but instead Of getting burned which is sometimes required I became the fire. A nice little diamond in the rough, you can't break me I was meant I cut. I was meant to live my life with no regrets, so no its not them that keeps me up at night its the poetry in my heart, the music in my soul, its a story that needs to be told. 9-30-17
shiney poetryPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRemember Me
I hope someday, when my time has come, that you remember me. I hope you remember all the times we laughed, All the times we cried.
Zephryna LunatariPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDrama
She says heart of gold You say selfless is not The years are past The years stay on Love I bet Hatred I hope not Words come from the mouth
Alex MauricePublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Poem
A Poem A Poem, is like a rhyme, You may read it, And think I'm Waisting my time. Other poems, Get stuck in your head,
Swallowing Death
I stand in front of the mirror and an unknown reflection stares back at me. My eyes flicker back and forth taking this new person in. She's the same height as me she has the same eyes and even the same freckles but her face looks worn and tired, her figure has grown fuller and the once hour glass shape I loved so much is replaced with excess skin and saggy lumps.
Danielle SchochPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMessy House
The house is a mess, the dishes ain't done, there are clothes on the floor where they were flung. The beds are not made, this is all true but my children are smiling this i can do, i can fill our home with laughter,
Andriea MunkeltPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Song #2
Back in the day when we were kids and we used to meet up at one another's, or sometimes we'll join in activities with our mothers. It was a great childhood with my friends from school, as every year we'd have a garden party outside in the pool. Back in the day when I was at high school, and people were always cruel, I used that as a learning curve and made myself strong and cool. I was just ignoring them and getting on with my GCSEs and then they gave up on me. Back in the day when I was still there but years on I moved group from lower to more adult group and we'd all go out together into the town shopping lots of evenings like a troop. Sometimes we'd shop till you drop and other times keep it to window shop. Back in the day when life was a lot easier, back in the day when things were so much more memorable, back in the day, during the war back in the day back iinn the daaayy. Back in the day when I met some of my forever friends and had great relationships some special people. Back in the day when me and my friends had our school prom and all remembered where we started from. Back in the day when I was at college and I had learnt a lot of knowledge. I was in a creative class, as we were doing art and made lots of new friends in another part of the country. Back in the day when I was still there and always used to go into the town square. I remember doing some smart, hardworking work experience. Back in the day when life was a lot easier, back in the day when things were so much more memorable, back in the day, during the war back in the day back iinn the daaayy. Oh! life is so memorable and it's always good to look back! Which is whhyy I taake photo's of everyything that happeens, so then youu've got phootograaphic evidencee of the oldeen daays, yeah yeah! Back in the day! when life was a lot easier, back in the day! When things were so much more memorable! Back in the day, during the war back in the day back iinn the daaayy! Back in the day when life was a lot easier, back in the day when things were so much more memorable, back in the day, during the war back in the daaayy back iiinnn the daaaaaaaayyyyyyy.
Kelsea PeetPublished 7 years ago in Poets