inspirational

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

Choosing Over Striving
When you no longer believe in love, stop and wait quietly. Let the next love come naturally and show you what love truly is.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing30 days ago in Poets
Depth
Depth is a thing That appears like line Like a boundary, like a limit Like blockage of time Depth is a thing That appears like a leash
By Nitsuaabout a month ago in Poets
Masterminds & Masterpieces
They planned it all so that If I fell again, they would remain unmoved – Showing no emotion, acknowledging nothing. I would be left alone with my own thoughts, And those thoughts were what terrified me most. There was no escape from them, for they were lodged in my mind; I had to cope with them as best I could. I was lucky to have built my inner world early on; Books, music and movies helped me the most. People, not always, for it depended on their own experiences. Sometimes even my closest friends turned against me, Siding with the very enemies I was fighting. By speaking it all aloud, I learned things I never wanted to know: About the mother who had left five children behind To go on a journey of self-discovery, Leaving for another country to earn money, but for more than that, too; Spending holidays and days off alone, Exploring new places, while her children, left to fend for themselves At home with two of her ex-partners, Longed for a mother’s love, until eventually, They cut ties with her. There is no longer room in her life for her children or grandchildren; Only her eldest daughter maintains a relationship with her, Because she was already able to fend for herself, Or simply, against all odds, missed her mother. Stories from the past and brand-new ones; A guy who saw his ex in me And accused me of things she actually did. After a close encounter with him, I can’t bring myself to look at another man; Not for the rest of my life. They can be friends, but never lovers. That’s the kind of charm he had. In the end, he wanted to make sure That he’d never done anything wrong. He asked if I’d been with anyone all those years, While he’d spent five years screwing the neighbours without a shred of remorse, Making matters worse every time; Humiliation was second nature to him. And so, with no one to talk to, No one to share my thoughts on pain and suffering, I found my own support within the pages of my books. I had the best teachers; I have to admit that, Characters born in my mind, laughing and crying right along with me. They said: “We just want to be free And fill the pages of your books, my dear!” And that is exactly what they did. I’m glad, because thanks to that All those bad apples are gone Off to where, for the rest of their sad lives, They’ll wonder why It all had to happen. I could tell them straight out, without preamble: A lack of honesty with themselves; Emotions fuelling the wrong kind of behaviour And projecting it all onto others. That was the cause, nothing else.
By Sun Beeabout a month ago in Poets
Sweet Slow Sounds
Swaying gently in the twilight's glow, Waves of lullabies, soft and low. Ethereal whispers dance on the breeze, Echoing memories that put hearts at ease. Tender notes linger like a lover’s sigh, Softly they weave through the night sky high. Luminous stars twinkle with gentle grace, Over each moment, their rhythms embrace. Winding like rivers through valleys of sound, Offering solace where peace can be found. Nestled in silence, where dreams come alive, Dulcet vibrations help weary souls thrive. Sweet are the sounds that cradle the night, Lulling us softly till morning's first light.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Poets
Group Hug
In the heart's quiet chamber, pain plays, Where whispers of longing and laughter blend, A tapestry woven in hues of gray, Each thread a story, where beginnings end. Hands outstretched like branches in our glow, We gather the fragments of souls intertwined; In this sacred circle where warm breezes blow, The weight of existence feels tenderly kind. Oh, the solace found in a shared embrace! An echoing heartbeat amidst silent fears; In vulnerability lies our common grace— Through the arms of another dissolve bitter tears. As time ebbs and flows like waves on the shore, Each hug a reminder we’re never alone; For in every clasp there is love to restore— Together we rise; together we've grown. So let us convene under stars that ignite, In moments united when darkness takes flight; For though life's vast journey may twist and unwind, It’s here in connection that meaning we find.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Poets
Words On A Riot
Words on a riot Out the gate rock solid Compel there minds By the Leaders design I know she so fine Van cleef make her mine
By Arlo Wyseeabout a month ago in Poets
A Top Story
A Top Story Vocal Media Haiku A top story is now made Praise to the writers #Marie381UkWriter/Poet
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Chalk Hare
Introduction This is my 118th piece, inspired by Angie Livingstone's amazing, magical artwork. The poetic form is a Chanso.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Poets
What Am I Fighting For?
What Am I Fighting For? I fight my fight nearly every day, But Vocal never throws attention my way, They pass me by, they miss my writes, While I’m still writing through the nights.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
A Stubborn, Pushy Man
A Stubborn, Pushy Man One step at a time, Rome wasn’t built in one day, The pyramids wasn’t built in a night, So why are you fighting for our love To suddenly have everything right?
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Life’s a Bitch if You’re a Witch
Life’s a Bitch if You’re a Witch Life’s a bitch if you’re a witch, Especially when you’ve lost your broom, You cast a spell to find the thing, And blew the bloody roof off the room.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
THE FIRST SHALL BE LAST
The First Shall Be Last ..so it is written.. ><><>< Satan stood at the gates of hell And invited all who came; He accepted all the bodies, strong,
By Margaret Brennanabout a month ago in Poets