inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Nibbler
I named you after the master of the universe on a cartoon. After an adorable character with unforgettable fangs. I watched you nibble your cat food and you melted my heart.
Amanda ZylstraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTemporary
Temporary What I’m feeling is all just… Temporary. My location, How I’m treated. My weight, My mindset. My position in life.
Trey StevensPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRemember When?
Remember? Remember when we could stay out until the street lights turned on? No worries about what may be lurking behind that old oak tree
A. L. BenwarePublished 7 years ago in PoetsFlaws
Flaws, that's all I see. When I look at the reflection in the mirror. Acne on my face, Thick thighs, and a pudgy stomach.
Torri ZimmermanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Manic Revival
I’m my own worst enemy, Because I don’t speak my mind. All the years of being devalued as a person. I guess the words that were said,
Trey StevensPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Fallen Love
It's a day by day struggle but I'm making it thru Sometimes it feels like a deadly storm is in a brew In my soul I feel a whirlwind of trouble
Tamia BoykinPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSaving Stella
To some, she was just a cat. But to others, she was a comfort. A gray striped tabby with bright green eyes and the classic tabby "M" marked on her furry forehead.
Amanda ZylstraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Mother: Edition 1
My Mother. How good does it feel, and how lucky am I to be able to say that about you When I was 18 You gifted me with many things,
Frankie KnightPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHere, Love
Here I am On a journey. To a greater place. On my way. All the time. Little that I know, I am already here. You say that I am never happy
Wildflower
She is a wildflower Growing in the crack On a sidewalk In some bustling city She is impossible How did she grow here How did she survive
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLife Lessons
There’s more to life than these four years Self-identity does not come from letter grades or teachers' approvals Nobody is in charge of your happiness but you
d.h adelaisPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMore Life...
More Life... I am walking by the seashore with sand between my toes and waves approaching my body I smell the smell I taste the taste
Amber SmithPublished 7 years ago in Poets