Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I was welcomed by the London Eye.Big Ben stands beyond the fog.We never noticed the grass was wet. Namco Arcade warps us to BlackpoolAnd Las Vegas with flashing lights,Colourful mascots and underground bowling.
By Chloe Gilholy7 years ago in Poets
My inspiration has run dry, like a river named denial. I will find myself again. I will find my way through the woods on this broken yellow brick road.
By Amanda Zylstra7 years ago in Poets
treat her as though she were made of glass, full-well knowing the world around you is made up of jagged edges. treat him like china, the finest kind,
By melancholy galaxies7 years ago in Poets
Jobs, Obligations, Problems- Everything on the hanger left, And embark on the rhythm of music, All inhibitions forget.
By Arzun Nasufova7 years ago in Poets
When you’re thinking negative… When it’s a struggle just to live. When life don’t make no kind of sense…You’ve had enough of the pretense.
By Steven Baldry7 years ago in Poets
Make me over a stone on the roll, trample and shake off old moss The waste and detritus, it flies away, a most agreeable loss
By Daniel Cole7 years ago in Poets
You have to grow up, to love life. Even with a broken heart to hug! You have to grow up, to forget insults. From friends stuck,
Our ebony skin was indeed pulchritudinous and absolute paragon, but to the rest of the world, it was nothing more than ignominious
By Mikachu Thunderboltz7 years ago in Poets
An Eye for an Eye (the whole world will go blind). We will never move forward, if we’re always looking behind. An Eye for an Eye, the whole world goes blind.
The right to exist co-equal runs across many lines lack of imagination, moral cowardice, politics, culture, religion. All dark scenery and stage craft
By Michael Bee7 years ago in Poets
Saw a man in town today, sitting writing in the street, he had a worn out coat and worn out shoes and a flat cap at his feet.
By J A7 years ago in Poets
Walking through fresh rain on a misty morning with wet blades of grass sticking on my toes Little drops of water gently kiss my skin
By Meghan K. ☽7 years ago in Poets