inspirational

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

The Passing of Time
A wrinkle exposed on this face. A grey hair seems out of place. - Fold paperplanes and watch them fly. You still play,
By Paul Fingl10 months ago in Poets
God Gifted
I used to stare at my hands and wonder if they were meant for anything. Nothing felt like mine, not my smile, not my voice, not even my mornings.
By John Smith10 months ago in Poets
"Time"
“Time has a way of showing us what really matters in life.” Time has the ability to ‘show us’ what is important in life.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff10 months ago in Poets
Reflect The Future
“The future on what you do today.” Time is continuous and whatever we do today will affect our future. Our future is one big canvas
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff10 months ago in Poets
Butterfly Hug
It's International Hugging Day today...and time to make loved ones feel wanted with a hug. But some hugs are better felt than given. Especially with someone who needs space to hug themselves.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin10 months ago in Poets
Boundaries are a Form of Love
People don’t necessarily appreciate you more just because you treat them well. Some people will remember a single cup of water you gave them; others will receive a bucket and still complain that you didn't give them the whole ocean.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing10 months ago in Poets
Triumph
“Do not give your past the power to define your future.” It is true that our past experiences shape us into who we are today,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff10 months ago in Poets
Feel Much Better
“How amazing is it to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.” One of the greatest kindnesses
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff10 months ago in Poets
Community
“If we judge people, nobody is ours. If we understand people, everyone is ours.” It may be a ‘human thing’ or just the world we grow up in
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff10 months ago in Poets
When I am Queen
I was born of fire. I was quenched with fierce flame. I made love to seductive smoke. I rose up out of phoenix ash. I awoke in the arms of treachery and have survived past scorched earth. You cannot kill what you cannot burn. I have returned continuously and been reforged into renegade steel. You will live vicariously through me. I will return once again when I am sultana.
By Anna Torres10 months ago in Poets
Hollywood Night Walk 1970s
This was written, created, edited by Vicki Lawana Trusselli I wrote this to escape the 2026 political atmosphere of hate. So, I slipped into a dream. SWEET!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 10 months ago in Poets
Unseen Armor
I used to think protection meant a wall brick, barbed wire, a mean face, something heavy enough to make people back up. ﹁﹂
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets