inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Colorful Heartbeats
If the outdoors wasn't as cold as my heart, And if I could feel the sun's warmth on my forehead, Instead of this gut-wrenching sadness;
Your Lonely Soul
a gift full of energy it is quite funny the things we do there is no buffer in the day to day suffer but remember the present is you.
Hard Work
I preach the teachings of hard work To take berserk passion and truly fashion it to positive spaces But I don't hold these faces
Nicholas GoodmanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsForce the Fire
To force the fire To coerce the desire for better places Comfortable spaces for those with laces untied If I’ve lied in my life, when I said I wish to remove strife
Nicholas GoodmanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPoetry
Poetry is my beloved Who At times I forget to feed Not because of spite But the fear That my words won't bring anything nutritious
Nicholas GoodmanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBreak Free
He just touched down his Focus to Detroit, Ready for his life to reach the next point, Finally dropped the chains and climbed, from the pits of hell,
Nicholas SchmidtPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGrim Grass
We are not far from home Miles maybe, but let's push onward This barren landscape will give way to lush gardens I've seen it before
Nicholas GoodmanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDear All the Luna Lovegoods
Dear all the Luna Lovegoods Hello! I'm one too I'm sometimes called looney And it hurts, that's true But darling, stand up straight, keep your head up, be proud!
Claira EastwoodPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDaughter
As she watched her child, she couldn't help but smile for she would soon grow up and play time would soon be over, for she would move on
Rebbeca NavonePublished 7 years ago in PoetsGive Me Your Words
Give me your words. Provide my mind with your travels and experience. Fill me with your sorrows and despair I will listen intently
Nicholas GoodmanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTaking a Chance
Letting air flow through my nostrils. Eyes closed, arms extending east and westward. Toes, imprinting the ground on which I walk.
Jasmine DavisPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Wish I Could Be a Poet
Sometimes…I wish I could be like those poets, who spin rhymes and nuances out of air. What a life, what a way to survive.
Emma DalzellPublished 7 years ago in Poets