inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
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Just a look from you Puts me in a place like paradise You share your vibes and while I may receive them I don't know how to feel
Christine LopezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNote to Self
Wake up earlier and watch the sunrise. Pet more dogs. Read more books. Smile at strangers. Write in your journal more. Give more compliments.
Rachel MariaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSweet Music
I confess! I know how to play the piano. My ears desiring, when my fingers touch white & black keys. Together — making a savory soul dance.
The Darkened Glass
Glistening eyes Peer through the dew-damp window From the dusty Cozy cottage Where in the warm candlelight Nostalgia floats like a silent haze
Jade MorrisPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDay Job Blues
we come to terms as people merely eating our own fecal living in society and the sinners of sobriety become comfortable and complacent,
Larger
our place one magical place opens eyes that seemingly were closed to that which surrounds them and requires of them a journey
Maria SciaroniPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Platform
This is the last stop End of the line We are arriving at lonely block In rock bottom time Desperation calls like I'm a main operator
Candle Light of City
When the sky grows dark in rainy days From a window you wishing stars in crowds Standing in the sea of people shouting silently
E. NATASHAPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLife Is Like Surfing
Life is like Surfing. Opposite of chess Going with the flow Waiting for a chance That you have no control May come large
Matthew GoldenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHome Tonight
I guess that I have lost this fight Just waiting for my midnight flight I know that I will be alright I’m going home tonight
Jade MorrisPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPaperback
It is a magical object. It is sharp pages, each threatening to cut me As I flip through them, devouring the words On every page, going too fast to absorb them.
Sydney DowlingPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Sunset Roams
Through the lens, you can always see the clearer picture. The delicate outlook on true meaning of this fine remarkable life. I've always sat on that fine bitter line where most people you hardly notice stand. The quiet girl with the most meaningful things to say but yet she remains quiet in fear that nobody will truly understand her. Tugging at the end of my clothes at the most inappropriate times. How I can so simply annoy others with the silence when I have nothing left to really say. The glances that I give myself as I pass by a mirror as though it's there to literately mock me. Taunting me, questioning whether or not I should be proud of who I've become as a person. Walk through the darkest aromas in my life. Where pity lays ahead with questionable doubts. Even that tunes out the sound of my breathing as I try to gasp the reality of what life really even means. The tension builds up as you finally let go of the grip and just dance to the beat of life. Dance until the spark of the sunset shines through the cracks of what really is missing. The smell of simple truth through soft tenderness of some afternoon quickie. That ever lasting heartbeat that beats so carelessly as you lay awake at night counting the fragile tiles across the ceiling above you. How easy it is to over think such small things that might not mean much at all. You can already smell the truth as though you would delicious freshly baked goods in the bright early morning of some crowded Saturday, surrounded by people you try to distant yourself from on any other day. Coffee, I pass on, I'm much more a caffeine chick, myself. Slowly sipping away as I gaze out into the open scenery of what is ahead. In life we learn. Not just from our mistakes but the simple things that we come across on our way to whatever Journey that might be ahead.
Heather WatkinsPublished 7 years ago in Poets