inspirational

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

enter only do not enter
a forest can take centuries to grow and only a few days to burn if you notice or if you don't see the smoke enter only do not enter
By ⸘jason alan‽about a month ago in Poets
Walking After Midnight
Walking upon a garden path After the midnight hour Billowing clouds promise A misty, rainy night Darkness completely descends
By Mother Combsabout a month ago in Poets
The Tenth
Miles beyond January, Seven blocks to the side of March, I stand askance on the cobblestone, Underneath the autumn's arch.
By Daniel J. Heckabout a month ago in Poets
The Tornado Inside Me
There are days when I think depression is a tornado. Not the kind they put on the weather channel with a neat little warning box at the bottom of the screen. Not the kind where the sky turns green, the sirens scream, and everyone has enough time to gather their things, usher the children into the basement, and brace themselves against what is coming.
By Lilithea Adasiaabout a month ago in Poets
Giving Time Some Time
Nothing heals the past better than time. When faced with a relationship with no future, the best attitude is to remain composed and serene.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a month ago in Poets
The Fish Beneath The Blue
The Fish Beneath The Blue A little fish swims through the blue. With painted colours shining bright. It follows bubbles through the deep. And dances softly in the light.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Flower And The Bird
The Flower And The Bird A flower opens to the sky. With petals painted bold and bright. It seems to hold the morning sun. And turn its colours into light.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Erasing Your Presence
Knocked aggressively on the outside door The yelling started to rise At 1 a.m. Your voice broke viciously Breaking every glass
By TheAlivePoetessabout a month ago in Poets
Java Script
There’s a chill in the air ☕ Raising the hairs on my arms ☕ In goosebumps, bringing about a shiver ☕ My hands grasp and hold warmth
By Mother Combsabout a month ago in Poets
THE QUILL
THE QUILL A crow knocked on my window, And left one feather there, It was as black as midnight, And proud beyond compare.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Ink
The Ink Ink sat inside a bottle, As quiet as a lie, Until the clock struck midnight, And darkness opened one eye. It squeezed beneath the silver lid, On forty little feet, Then dipped itself inside my thoughts, And wrote them on the sheet.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
THE POET
THE POET The poet lived inside a room, Where daylight never stayed, She wrote herself a lover, From words the darkness made.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets