Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I Came A Long Way To Watch A Snowman Dance I came a long way through quiet streets and time, With cold in my pockets and hope in my hands.
By βΏ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
β¨ They say that our morality proves the existence of an intelligent Creator with a personal interest and a perfect morality
By Colleen Walters9 months ago in Poets
Solitude for the sake of solitude can be rewarding, if your mental migration returns you to the source of your hurting. Beneath the waves,
By Kale Sinclair9 months ago in Poets
My body remembers before my mind does the way my shoulders climb When a door shuts too hard, The way my stomach goes quiet
By Milan Milic9 months ago in Poets
Each year my pulse outruns the melting street, I sense the thaw before it hits my feet. Winter passes by slowly, and I become resigned,
By Anthony Chan9 months ago in Poets
It is time for the transformation. It is not goodbye, rather a new beginning. There could be a small rally. That is a normal happening, a short delay.
By Andrea Corwin 9 months ago in Poets
Prayers for safety, prayers for peace, Prayers that violence would finally cease. Prayers for realization, hearts made aware,
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast9 months ago in Poets
If ever the world grows loud and cold, And the stories of old begin to unfold, Step away from the noise and the light, Learn the soft language of the night.
By Shazzed Hossain Shajal9 months ago in Poets
Neat. Clean. Tidy. Kept. My roses always bloom I eat smiles for breakfast Hope is my chaser I drink it down really fast when despair attempts toxicity
By Marilyn Glover9 months ago in Poets
Hope is the heather that grows on mountains of despair, Sparse splotches of lively green and royal lavender, Across the wide stripped grey of rocky graves.
By Conor Matthews9 months ago in Poets
Words are important, yet read by so few. They fall into the darkness, become invisible. Still, you write. You write to inspire,
By Minou J. Linde9 months ago in Poets
βWhere there is love, there is no room for fear.β βThe minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.β
By Zakir Ullah9 months ago in Poets
