inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Good vs. Bad
Hard to tell if I do have a good side and a dark side, If they fight each other off at times, Or one helps me through my worst of times,
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSpace Watches Me
Space Watches Me In different forms When I’m hiding Or when I’m crying The sky watches me When inside, I’m dying Or when I’m whining
Jamal HamadaniPublished 7 years ago in PoetsIn Pursuit of a Better Me and a Better Way to Be
Another night alone Another night at home This path I'm on This path I have chosen Is a hard road to travel People stop and stare
Creative HubPublished 7 years ago in Poets9/11
The smoke The screams So much terror all around The metal Twisting The terrorist earthquake brought it down The streets
Allie MariePublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Am Alive (Yes, I Surely Truly Am)
I am sitting here In sweet quiet solitude My eyes are softly closed It is a rainy Sunday morning I have nowhere to be I have nothing to do
Creative HubPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhen I Stare Across the Ocean
I fall into this trance This state of mind where I think of a dance The ocean people awaken and above the water they run
Jamal HamadaniPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTacky Lamps and Stray Cats
I watched Salvation Army clean out my neighbors home. They load up furniture from the 70's, old records, and a collection of tacky lamps.
Amanda ZylstraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Long Rough Road
It's been a long rough road to get where I'm at today I've come a long way to attain calmness and stillness to my own dismay
Bryan RJ DelormePublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Am Me. (Without You)
Sometimes I feel like I could sleep forever and never wake up. I could bury myself in the ground and stay for eternity. I’d spread pretty flowers over my grave where they’d always grow.
Cheyanne YoungPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTime of Chaos
Darkness all around, violence the only sound. The light walks and the darkness knows it not. Day by day, they all fall and here in the light I stay. Warning the children of their wayward ways; hoping they hear and will turn away.
Mindy SleeperPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAllergic to Your Bullshit
It’s okay to be soft. If that is who you are- be gentle, be loving Wear your heart on your sleeve. But protect your vulnerability fiercely with a shield of unshakeable strength.
Father's Hand
Father's hand The ubiquity of beauty and loving the light the omnipresence of day's transition to night Let Fibonacci free, a newly found sight