Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
She sat in the front seat as the darkness took hold Faster and faster the car sped forward Her hand on the wheel and the other on the side
By Gardenia Rose10 months ago in Poets
Lord, there’s so much I’m unsure of Hear my heavy heart I feel burdened I feel deceived I feel alone The days are dark and heavy
By Li-Li 📓10 months ago in Poets
Voices Beneath The Silence Silence is never empty anymore, It has texture and weight. It presses inward like language, Waiting to translate.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Verse 1 And yet in this lifetime, the longing feels new, A breath that moves through me, a shadow of you. It rises and falls like a tide in my chest,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior10 months ago in Poets
Verse 1 If you wear “bitch” like a crown, you’re not rising — you’re sinking down. You call it power, call it pride, but it’s just the fear you try to hide.
🖤 “Crown of Nothing” — Louvin‑dark bluegrass version 🖤 Verse 1 If you wear “bitch” like a crown, the devil’s smilin’ in the dark.
Evenings Hush As the evening settles, day loosening its grip, a quiet presses in. I didn’t know I needed. The sky darkens slowly, not dramatic,
Verse 1 I’ve been learning how to listen To the spaces in between, Where the world grows soft and holy And the heart becomes serene.
Verse 1 When the world grows loud and the heart grows tight, When the mind forgets its softness and the body holds the night,
Verse 1 When the veil grows thin and the light breaks through, There’s a whisper soft as breath, calling us back to truth.
architecture between the mob and liminal control was the lie and the cross someone said it was good once upon a time the intention looked like the best
By ⸘jason alan‽10 months ago in Poets
we're incited against dying night but often told to hold our tongues in the broad daylight just keep up with the daily ladder
By Mark Francis10 months ago in Poets
