inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
She
Been up all night This cant be right Cant close her eyes Cant catch her breath But she kisses his head whispers Everything will be alright
Shelby BrookinsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMusic Box
It's cold, but not unpleasantly so, my body shivers, I breathe, in and out. Watching my breath spin away as white air. I hear music. Quiet, calm.
Jacob CampbellPublished 7 years ago in PoetsIf Only (Only If)
If only, if only, two simple words With power to send out ideas in a surge If only we were equal If only there were peace
Haley AinsworthPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBeautiful Mysteries
How many beautiful mysteries lie dormant in the fields of my heart? Not yet stirred from the vast architecture of thoughts and feelings rampant in the world of literature
Nicholas GoodmanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhat Is Life?
I am alive for now, Allowing life in its entirety to be experienced, Happenings flowing through my consciousness; But not latching on and becoming attached to one.
Daniel KleinPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Need to Lose Myself
I always get lost, I am always looking for the girl I used to be. I think it's because I always hope for more of me than I should, and it sounds weird, but I let myself down. And that made me wanna be another person.
Gabriela Manrique🌌Published 7 years ago in PoetsStorms for a Moment
Rain falls and hits the ground, Washing whatever evidence there may have been away, It makes a pounding sound, The rain may be around for a while, but never long enough to stay.
Kayleigh HarperPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Honest Working Man...
The Honest working Man. I’m a Honest Working Man, been doing the best I can. With these callused, worn hands... I make my pay.
Steven BaldryPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLove
Love is an addiction fueled by the emotions, flowing like the current of the ocean, with a few bumps every now and then, Love is a risk we all take, with a superficial, false image most times, because of the past examples placed in a case, not always full of trophies, on the highest plateau set in our individual heads—logic often used for lust, mistaken for love.
Diamond Dreams MovementPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhere Children Go
You know those places that only children know? The nooks and cranny’s; the hideaways that grown-ups don’t think about? That’s where imagination lives.
Sammi NashPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Mind's Pollution
Skies are clouded, covered in shades of gray The darkness blocks out the light of day, I guess that's a metaphor of our minds,
Autumn BestPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTime
We race against a clock, A constant we cannot suspend A snare we can’t detect. Time loans to us its minutes, What seems to be a generous gift,
Alexa GreenwaldPublished 7 years ago in Poets