Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
My pain builds me, I know my pain, I recognize my pain My pain focuses me, my pain clarifies for me, my pain reminds me, I endure my pain
By David Ziherambere7 years ago in Poets
Can you hear the calling through the woodland maze? The original sound leaves but the echo stays. You follow it through winding trails.
By Paul Crocker7 years ago in Poets
There's another one Lying on the floor while he hovers over her. The more she weeps the more he beats her. The more he hurls the insults.
By Danyelle Lewinson7 years ago in Poets
Shady people lonely nights Bad days and nothing's right Rain clouds follow you No one seems to follow through With plans made because they're involving you
By Marcus Davis7 years ago in Poets
The pigment of my skin tone has never been relevant enough to me to be considered a possible source of contention or derision or dissension, and yet, this has been a major factor in the course of many a life in reference to position and decision.
By Zionaeus Shekhinah7 years ago in Poets
There are days… I wake up in the morning with a tune in my head A warm, sweet tune that helps me get out of bed. A tune that actually makes me anticipate the day.
By Sanjina Gurung7 years ago in Poets
Maybe just maybe I have to keep continuously breaking until all my cracks are filled with light Until all that surrounds me is no longer the dirt that buried me
By Kayla Deaton7 years ago in Poets
I saw myself in the morning mist as it hovered o'er the lake. While I watched the vapor vanish, I realized my fate. The mist keeps rising skyward,
By Fred Bobbitt7 years ago in Poets
In this life, we are trees, but with new life friends, comes new leaves. Yes, we’re blown and whirled about, but sun still shines amidst our doubt.
By Rae Elliott7 years ago in Poets
When I'm around him I feel full and content When I see him the earth stops orbiting and is finally able to rest When I'm with him I don't need anything except him and only him
By nicole7 years ago in Poets
Homophobic man, that I spy. I'm not going to drop and die. Give me all you got. Sorry to disappoint you, but I won’t rot.
Floating around in an oceanic womb. Some so deep in the liquid tomb. Individually invisible to the naked eye. Until they fall from the sky.