inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Dreamtime
color i think is wasted on males and northern climes Give me mother Africa — Mother India. Not the Pharoahnic or Brahmic ruled — but a happy ambiguity.
Michael BeePublished 7 years ago in PoetsChildren
Children, so cute, Little, but DEADLY, They know how to give that look at you, The one that hits you right in the heart, With those big eyes saying "PLEASE?"
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPrivate-Eye
As I use to look to the sky, my questions of why soon became my private-eye. The only place I called home is now my dome, a new place and to which I belong. I thought for years but now, just to hear and see now I no longer have fear and I don’t want to see my loved ones in emotional tears, I know something higher than myself making sure that this soul still thrives, to me it's like a natural high. My body says “Goodbye” but, my mind, soul and spirit is evolving throughout eternity and time. People say they see a tie but for me, it's a line with a sign that bind things that intertwine with me. So with this said I leave you all with love and peace knowing that I’m in a better place.
Dante JenkinsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDad Among the Stars
In this great debate of where i am to go God promises to send me a place where kings go There was need for a special man to be my father
Harydo NeonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDifferent String
Into the early hours we climb as we leave those tears behind. We try but woe the moments are lost for every second in turn, has a cost.
Dennis LaLiberte IIPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCircle of Life
Don’t put my name on a cold stone. Don’t tuck me away in a grave, Where you only visit me on the anniversary of my death day or our favorite shared holiday.
A Place of Great Depth
I feel our final breath Like the last sigh of the wind This, a place of great depth collecting each other's shattered hearts to mend
Dennis LaLiberte IIPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOde To Charlotte NC
Oh, fair city With a day flourishing so, But born to a region torn. Of Divisions to federate means. The difference between,
Michael GallegosPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHidden in Sight
I remember you in my bones, a stranger in my sight and yet you are my birth mother. You return for me now and I feel empty darkness surrounds you. You reach for me and I run from you life is not present in your eyes. I am not strong enough to resist and I am being ripped away from my loved ones without a goodbye. My light where are you?
Kopania WehiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsYouth and Reluctance
When a burst of thought becomes a flame of enlightenment, a lamp of guidance by a thought, provoking a strum of thought,
Jordan Sophia ThomasPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLove's Root
Be bold, And love. Love Even though You know It is a Beautifully doomed Feeling. Love Even though You know how Hard it is
Life Without Love
So much life has gone away... Almost with such distance memories that are hard to comprehend... As the present brings such little excitement for the future...
Dawn IrenePublished 7 years ago in Poets