inspirational

Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.

THE CHRISTMAS BLOOMERS
THE CHRISTMAS BLOOMERS I ordered some bloomers from the Ladies Catalogue, They came but they wasn’t my size, Oh what a shock when I opened the pack, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 29 days ago in Poets
TWO MAGNIFICENT MEN IN A FLYING MACHINE
TWO MAGNIFICENT MEN IN A FLYING MACHINE Two magnificent men in a flying machine, Came passing right over my head, One of them Tony, The other was Fred, They landed in a field not far away, And shouted, anybody want a ride today.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 29 days ago in Poets
The Gravity in Eden
our bodies are graves where angels die and stars learn to breathe and the only difference between good and evil is the absence of ignorance if it’s the seed of the tree that dies and is buried then bears fruit forever is then a series of here and nows that are brief yet repeat what then can we learn of the consequences of love, light, and death it must be the gravity in eden falling in the age of reason even God has secrets
By Beth30 days ago in Poets
COPING
COPING To change the word ^^** Whenever I find it necessary To find a way to cope, I sit with fingers on my keyboard And change the word to “hope”.
By Margaret Brennan30 days ago in Poets
The Gravity in Eden
he stood naked and bitten numb to the gravity in eden eyes blinded by the sun you’re all i saw her whispers echoed waking in another dream concrete and blood glass and steel tearing across a perfect sky now veins of fallen angels bleeding through cities where the trees once reached the stars where they once soared with angels and eagles remembering breathing and the absence of God
By Beth30 days ago in Poets
The Gravity in Eden
maybe there’s no difference seeing two sides of the same tree a man discovers a woman for the first time it takes darkness to see the stars that always there then why is the sun the only exception the forbidden is often just a veil of ignorance looking for the light of naked truth climbing the ancient branches of the seeds waiting to bear fruit within them maybe there’s no separation of dark or light gravity changes according to the mass of the falling object adam killed the serpent after it frightened eve learning the nature of evil and like gravity the changing nature of truth
By Beth30 days ago in Poets
The Gravity in Eden
Just remember to breathe and maybe that’s all there is to believe Even stars fall to the earth and light fades to become this flesh we wear An ancient apocalypse written in new dialects of post-modern angst from skylines and seashores to mud huts and tin roofs The God we search for lives in these temples of blood and bone not the shrines of sticks and stone Egyptians would worship the rising sun and their heiroglyphics depict a serpent wrapped around a sun and the story of an eclipse and the eternal darkness that bathed adam and eve’s garden a celestial apocalypse of a darkened sun and a blood red moon tales of the longest night and of the first day in the unwritten languages of dreams living underneath this skin
By Beth30 days ago in Poets
A Whimsical World of Insanity
A Whimsical World of Insanity Step inside the whimsical world of insanity, A strange little circus called life and humanity, It’s quick and it’s witty, it’s bad and it’s pretty, So step through the doorway and enter our city.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 30 days ago in Poets
October's GPS. (Gourds, Pumpkins and Other Surprises)
A/N: stealing lines from this poem of mine to create something new. “Pruning the flower to the stem To keep them coming back again” while writing about October as a place.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden30 days ago in Poets
Dear America
Dear America, As I look back over the history... My eyes swell with tears and bitterness, Why kidnap and bring us here? America is supposed to be the land of the free...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)30 days ago in Poets
HOMESTEAD
HOMESTEAD Born and bred in the UK, My father’s father’s home, But I have these itchy feet, That sometimes want to roam.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 30 days ago in Poets
A HEART CAUGHT IN THE THOUGHT WAVES OF LOVERS
A HEART CAUGHT IN THE THOUGHT WAVES OF LOVERS My heart got caught between your thoughts, somewhere between your love and mine, where every word we never spoke kept circling back through borrowed time.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 30 days ago in Poets