Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
It’s better to error on the side of caution, Or so I’ve been told. Better safe than sorry, they say. Use common sense, they advise.
By Samantha De Yarman7 years ago in Poets
Rip your name tag off When someone asks you "sorry, what is your name?" Laugh and tell them "irrelevant" I am irrelevant
By Dorcas Marfo7 years ago in Poets
I can not see the one you see But if that's me Then I will be The one you see But Only if I can be me But me is hard
By Grace K7 years ago in Poets
got to think quickly how to explain this one but here it goes i'm in a full blown panic mode stop me if you've heard this one before
By Kelly Mcaulley7 years ago in Poets
Reflecting on memories of feelings that no longer resonate within my soul. Feelings of uncertainty and doubtfulness. Feelings of love.
By Amanda Nieves7 years ago in Poets
I never understood forgiveness until I tried it. I heard others speak about how it freed you but truly I just chalked it up to pour bullshit.
By Screamin Tearz7 years ago in Poets
I wanted to write a story about myself. But I couldn't lie. I couldn't pretend I know who I am. I laugh a lot about this, pretending it doesn't affect me.
By Crissy DXCII7 years ago in Poets
I'm losing again and I can tell Because I've been writing It's a bittersweet sensation Feeling hopeless yet hopeful Because I create beauty in this darkness
By Alanna Kornelsen7 years ago in Poets
As I sit alone thinking I can't help but imagine this universe without such an adventurous soul. Without Auburn eyes, everything will only ever be brown. Mucky.
By Bahbs Kirkpatrick7 years ago in Poets
I needed love and care, But something told me I needed somebody there, I need to be a somebody on top, Need to shine until my heart stops,
By Mitak Ahmed7 years ago in Poets
Very rarely does a muse just walk right by your face. She waits until you've had too much to drink and the sun begins to fade.
By Brooke Walters7 years ago in Poets
I feel like I have hit a point A point of no return. I stand at the front of the line, A line from parts unknown. I hop from foot to foot,
By Anomalis Grl7 years ago in Poets