Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
From my mother’s womb, I was in love with my song, My song, sang to me, brought melody to me, Made me grow! Song, a group of words, a tune,
By Pamella Reid7 years ago in Poets
When you feel lost and like no one is there and life feels empty, bleak and bare, look to stars with a wondrous stare, believe in yourself and you'll surely get there, at times things get hard and you wear and tear treat life like a game and do as you dare.
By Ryan preece7 years ago in Poets
There's a man sat upon a counter, staring into space. Look closely and you see an empty expression on his face. After the light is switched off and door locked, he'll begin to breathe.
By Paul Crocker7 years ago in Poets
I love to fantasize and think about my life, The joys for my future and hopes ahead, I can picture a bigger backyard, with a fire pit to sit and tell ghost stories
By Crystal Korpan7 years ago in Poets
To what do we owe this day? Blind water, feel it snapping. Floorboards of muscle, Red, ripe, cooling flesh. Tight ambition.
By Liam Anthony7 years ago in Poets
Clay feet gain no ground The untrained eye desecrates the deific Consciousness poured into the cistern Sifted and shaken and rolled together
By Daniel Cole7 years ago in Poets
I slammed the door shut first. I dared to give up and walk away. I am not lonely. I would rather be left alone. Hermitage suits me well.
By Amanda Zylstra7 years ago in Poets
Can you smell the blood in the air? I need a new watch for my battery. A new human vessel for my thoughts. A new space craft to travel out of this world.
A words is borrowed from legacy's crypt. Passed on and on in the flesh hence sensed. A gate it's portal does, Open to state the presence,
By Michael Gallegos7 years ago in Poets
Every night, I thank my lucky stars for what I have in my life, As I look around, I fought and made it in life, I beat my odds that were pulling me down,
When joy comes in your life Let it rest in your hand Like a dainty butterfly But hold it not As one day it will pass When sorrow comes a-visiting
By Creative Hub7 years ago in Poets
The artist's hand works with his eyes Creating his vision with paints Some prefer to render raw nature While others bring to life ancient Saints
By Dan Mcgonagle aka CELTICPOET7 years ago in Poets