inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Fire's Desire
I want to burn it up. Get these feelings churned don't get turned around presented to you in great bounds and leaps so now you know those heaps are pure gold. No way to deny the king his bling only if you could ding you might get my ring but first it's gonna sting see the bee out back reach in the sack you got the knack. Now they are ready to bow at your feet you always bring the heat. So proclaim the best oh shit ain't that neat? Meet my friend he knows how to bend it to heal the mend in your heart smart words right there so that glare needs to disappear before the snow. Hug bug you smug you nug you tug at my heart more it's turning into a bore stupid whore blame it on the folklore fire's desires is to burn you up.
Fear
There is one creature That keeps us on the bleachers Confines its victims to be dreamers Even though they have perfect demeanor
Pippa RamirezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLeave
Pavement where I walk, It's soft and heavy under my shoes, The much known uphill street, Where nightmares lay. I live behind that block around the corner.
Noelia VallésPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMusic In Me!
From my mother’s womb, I was in love with my song, My song, sang to me, brought melody to me, Made me grow! Song, a group of words, a tune,
Pamella ReidPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLost
When you feel lost and like no one is there and life feels empty, bleak and bare, look to stars with a wondrous stare, believe in yourself and you'll surely get there, at times things get hard and you wear and tear treat life like a game and do as you dare.
Ryan preecePublished 7 years ago in PoetsClockwork Man
There's a man sat upon a counter, staring into space. Look closely and you see an empty expression on his face. After the light is switched off and door locked, he'll begin to breathe.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Hopes
I love to fantasize and think about my life, The joys for my future and hopes ahead, I can picture a bigger backyard, with a fire pit to sit and tell ghost stories
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBare
To what do we owe this day? Blind water, feel it snapping. Floorboards of muscle, Red, ripe, cooling flesh. Tight ambition.
Liam AnthonyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsIn the Blink of an Eye There Shall Be Those Who Seek Guidance
Clay feet gain no ground The untrained eye desecrates the deific Consciousness poured into the cistern Sifted and shaken and rolled together
Daniel ColePublished 7 years ago in PoetsBack to Zen
I slammed the door shut first. I dared to give up and walk away. I am not lonely. I would rather be left alone. Hermitage suits me well.
Amanda ZylstraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBuying Happiness in Space
Can you smell the blood in the air? I need a new watch for my battery. A new human vessel for my thoughts. A new space craft to travel out of this world.
Amanda ZylstraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNot My Words
A words is borrowed from legacy's crypt. Passed on and on in the flesh hence sensed. A gate it's portal does, Open to state the presence,
Michael GallegosPublished 7 years ago in Poets