Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Dark and silentAn empty voidYet something's thereSomething to avoid Or so one would thinkWalking furtherRunning fasterEverything a blur
By BrinaBunny7 years ago in Poets
Love Myself Estranged from serenity. More chaos than calm. My life has returned... To the storm it once was. Where Confusion and Anger...
By Steven Baldry7 years ago in Poets
Who Am I? I am a being that you can see with the naked eye. My existence you cannot deny. I am the Madame Queen. The Madame Queen has been in existence since the beginning of time.
By Merlin Mystique7 years ago in Poets
The Artist The Artist sits with his sword, shifting it around with his finger-tips. He draws it in, and gently places it on his old, maple wooden desk,
By Marjorie Milly7 years ago in Poets
What aura fills my genetic makeup? Will I do well enough to raise it back up? Will I do so bad it takes a nosedive? The cloud is real.
By Alex Maurice7 years ago in Poets
There once was a mom, who tried her very best Yet that did not stop her from being overly stressed Bills upon bills, and making everyone happy
By Brandi Espy7 years ago in Poets
I remember when I was born and the doctors said I wouldn’t survive, But I lived a very long life, even if I wasn’t always alive.
By Z D A7 years ago in Poets
When you have Body Dysmorphia You stand in front of a mirror That belongs in a fun house It doesn't matter the size Or even how it's made
By Ashley Sue Chambers7 years ago in Poets
CHANGE IS ON THE WAY. Change is on the way There are some of us Who want to live and love Be with our family Not looking at panoramic grey
By Dylan Morgan7 years ago in Poets
A Shadow Of the Man I used to be. When things are destined, When they are meant to be... They fall into place so easily.
Hush, don't say a word. Can you hear this stirring of the leaves outside the window? Can you hear it? It's only half past noon and the day is moving forward in an endless journey.
By Raul Gudino7 years ago in Poets
so many people too many times so far away from life looking down the road the long way? or the short painful way? which will you choose?
By Janetta Poitra7 years ago in Poets