inspirational

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

Nostalgia -Those Were The Days
Baby Boomers Baby Boomers are the demographic cohort born between 1946 and 1964, following World War II, a period marked by a significant increase in brith rates. The Boomer generation has had a major impact on society and the economy due to its large size, and they are now entering retirement, influencing economic and political landscapes.
By Susan Payton10 months ago in Poets
Rise Within
You are not weak for feeling pain, Nor small for shedding tears. Every scar you carry inside Is proof you faced your fears.
By Artical Media10 months ago in Poets
1%
One percent more than yesterday, A quiet promise made at dawn, No thunder in the effort shown, Yet change begins and fear is gone.
By John Smith10 months ago in Poets
The Star Man From A Realm
The Star Man From A Realm He did not arrive with noise or warning, He simply appeared where thoughts grow thin. As if the air had learned a new expression,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Cherish Friends Who Make Time
Everyone leads a busy life; therefore, cherish the friends who are willing to make time for you. That friend who is always easy to reach isn't necessarily truly free; rather, they are willing to create time for you.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing10 months ago in Poets
A Guide Sent To Help A Poet Do Well
A Guide Sent To Help A Poet Do Well You were not sent fire, or thunder, or fear, only a steady face that does not flinch.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
All I Have Is Yours
Jesus, you are the Truth and you reign supreme in Heaven’s court. You lay down the law of lasting love. You said yourself that you’re “The Way, The Truth and The Life.”
By Rowan Finley 10 months ago in Poets
Bright Enough
I used to dim myself automatically like a phone on low battery, saving power for people who never noticed the light in the first place.
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
We Are No Different from Moths
We see the moth fly close to the flame and think it must be foolish to come so near fire with such flimsy wings. But we forget—
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
Never Judge Before Know Them
Attention everyone! We have an announcement — This world has been so broken in years… It was toxic— It was chaotic— and it was cruel…
By Meghan LeVaughn 10 months ago in Poets
Where Are You?
It wasn’t the garden lost that breaks my heart, or fig leaves stitched in fear once eyes were opened apart. It wasn’t exile, dust, or sorrow’s first breath—
By Hannah Lambert10 months ago in Poets
Oil for Sheep
Oil was never decoration, never a ceremony for show. It was survival. It was mercy poured slow. Flies circled the lamb—
By Hannah Lambert10 months ago in Poets