inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
- Top Story - September 2017
P.R.I.D.E.
'P' is for people, 'Cause that's what we are. We all have the same blood, Same organs, same heart. 'R's for respect; It's what we should give.
Dear Student
Dear Student I forgive you for stomping that giant erect phallus Into the pristine snow Of the playground. The rounded droop, lightly shadowed
David BulleyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRape Breaks the Pride of Angels
'Help me!' she tries to say but the words are trapped inside,too scared to even whisper. "My dear why do you hide?"Across her fragile body the jagged scars all showyet she says nothing. "You hurt, is that not so?"
Jamie WillsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSmile.
Smile For you know not the beauty that is your soul Smile For you know not the power that you hold Smile For you are not your past or your worst
James StevisonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsJust Because
Just because I'm short doesn't mean I can't hold my ground, doesn't mean I can't do things for myself and doesn't mean you can belittle me
Antwoine HedgepethPublished 7 years ago in PoetsYou're Ugly
Lift your face up from the magazine And look me in the eye The mirror is not where your identity lies. Didn’t you realize
Rachel DowPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGiving
I am yielding much like water. I most always choose the path least resistant. Some are wise to channel the energy that drives me.
Sue HillhousePublished 7 years ago in PoetsBeyond the Pale
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Gradually she opens her languorous eyes once again to see that she is still in the same spot. Time is slipping beneath her tiny feet. Will she ever be able to escape from this deathless entity? A formidable darkness is invading, uninvited within her innocent mind.
Kelly Madeleine OrtizPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI am Woman
Carry, labor, nurture, love Tiny gifts from up above Strength and elegance in my core I am Woman, hear me roar. Unmatched beauty and intuition
Jessica BurdenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Cut Off ✂
When the plant is dying give it nutrient When the funds are low no more's to be spent If you're feeling a little on the heavy side
Garvin RayePublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Dead Zone
For all the mountains stories we have written together For the light of the bonfire behind the smile of tired faces For all the laughter in the tent that we share to the starlight
E. NATASHAPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTalk to Me
Talk to me. Words. Eyes. Heart. And if all that fails. Write. Draw. Paint. And if all that fails. Scream. Cry. Punch the cushions —
Chloe UrquhartPublished 7 years ago in Poets