Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Hard to tell if I do have a good side and a dark side, If they fight each other off at times, Or one helps me through my worst of times,
By Crystal Korpan7 years ago in Poets
Space Watches Me In different forms When I’m hiding Or when I’m crying The sky watches me When inside, I’m dying Or when I’m whining
By Jamal Hamadani7 years ago in Poets
Another night alone Another night at home This path I'm on This path I have chosen Is a hard road to travel People stop and stare
By Creative Hub7 years ago in Poets
The smoke The screams So much terror all around The metal Twisting The terrorist earthquake brought it down The streets
By Allie Marie7 years ago in Poets
I am sitting here In sweet quiet solitude My eyes are softly closed It is a rainy Sunday morning I have nowhere to be I have nothing to do
I fall into this trance This state of mind where I think of a dance The ocean people awaken and above the water they run
I watched Salvation Army clean out my neighbors home. They load up furniture from the 70's, old records, and a collection of tacky lamps.
By Amanda Zylstra7 years ago in Poets
It's been a long rough road to get where I'm at today I've come a long way to attain calmness and stillness to my own dismay
By Bryan RJ Delorme7 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I feel like I could sleep forever and never wake up. I could bury myself in the ground and stay for eternity. I’d spread pretty flowers over my grave where they’d always grow.
By Cheyanne Young7 years ago in Poets
Darkness all around, violence the only sound. The light walks and the darkness knows it not. Day by day, they all fall and here in the light I stay. Warning the children of their wayward ways; hoping they hear and will turn away.
By Mindy Sleeper7 years ago in Poets
It’s okay to be soft. If that is who you are- be gentle, be loving Wear your heart on your sleeve. But protect your vulnerability fiercely with a shield of unshakeable strength.
By n vash7 years ago in Poets
Father's hand The ubiquity of beauty and loving the light the omnipresence of day's transition to night Let Fibonacci free, a newly found sight
By Mike Emby7 years ago in Poets