Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
When I was 5, my kindergarten teacher asked me what I wanted to be when grew up. I told her I wanted to be a superstar, She told me if I believed in myself hard enough I could be whatever I wanted to be.
By Jen Phillips10 months ago in Poets
Perhaps a quest is in order. A “Monty Python” style quest of epic proportions. Gathering my knights, we’ll head off to conquer and pillage. There’s many a damsel in distress that needs saving I’m sure. Perhaps along the way we could stop off at the local pub for a pint or two.
By Katie 10 months ago in Poets
It arrives every great while, With a pull to a deeper space, More real than the rain pounding The roof shingles away, One drop at a time.
By Sabayo Matiku10 months ago in Poets
What Do I Do When My Flame Dies I sit with the quiet where the fire once lived, Hands still warm from a light that has gone.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
I didn’t leave with fireworks, just a grocery bag and my charger and the quiet feeling that my lungs wanted a new address.
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
Brightening my mood, With the colors I used, They fill me like food, Changing my attitude, Gratitude is spilling in, Filling in the spaces,
By Keith McHugh10 months ago in Poets
A Religion based on love, Is following a book full of, Slavery, murder, fear and hate. Centuries full of debate, Continuing to be mistranslated,
An onslaught of thought, Has me distraught, I fought so hard for me, Only to find, I don't like what I see, It's not what I wanted to be,
Language is writing your program, Amplifying the thought system, So you will get lost within them, Wondering where they stem from,
Choices are made to fill the space, Embrace the still small voice, Rejoice in what it has to bring, Cling to all that comes through,
I float away inside a dream Where each door unlocks more of me Somewhere I’ve been, locked in the past Someone one I’ve been, only recast
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 months ago in Poets
Daydreams are warm and touching, rosy cheeks, attempting to hide, clutching. Icy wind of scoffing blasts, even so, reveries in my heart, forever, they shall last!
By Rowan Finley 10 months ago in Poets
