inspirational

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

Born To Be Here
I was born into fear, All I could hear was yelling, There was no telling what was next, Perplexed I grew curious, Furiously flexing i threw objects,
By Keith McHugh11 months ago in Poets
Reasons For The Season
I saw God waiting tables at a restaurant He walked over to me and asked, OK, what do you want? I paused for a moment and before I could say
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
What's In A Name
I might answer to at least, more than one hundred names some left a wound the others left me changed And I can't take them back, I wouldn't if I could
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
A Beautiful Death
If life is a cloud then, death is the rain Falling like a shroud over ash in a grave Searching for a flame or a spark to get started
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
Shadows
I’m grateful for having shadows. Warped as they may be, They are still a kind of reflection. The curious thing is, If you shine a light directly on them,
By T.L. Amber11 months ago in Poets
Sitting in the dark
Sitting in the dark Longing for a spark Something to see nothing to but dark. A glimpse of hope in the never-ending cold of night
By JJ smith11 months ago in Poets
Letters and Dust
Letters and Dust I open the old chest in the corner, dust motes drifting like tiny specters, letters and photographs spill into my lap,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Where Forever Begins
I start with the way she looks at me, steady, unguarded, like she already knows the truth I’m still learning to speak. There’s a kind of hush in that moment,
By Printique Studios11 months ago in Poets
Does Self-Preservation Equal Coldness?
High-energy people learn to calmly set boundaries. It's not coldness; it's self-preservation. Many people think that high energy means always being positive and constantly cheerful.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing11 months ago in Poets
The Celtic Cross That Carried the Roses
Every flame begins with a rupture. Every rose blooms from a fracture. This is not a ritual of control, but a ceremony of creation.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 11 months ago in Poets
The Money Game
I hope my impact sticks longer than the money More money, more pain This is lame Why do I have to play the rich people's game?
By L.I.E11 months ago in Poets
RESTFUL IN THEE
The earth is wide. We searched for peace; We couldn’t find it, without knowing where to look. We pursued what manipulated us. Our investments were in vain. We couldn’t find peace. We looked west. Our hearts were troubled. We thought luxury would help, only to bring tension between those who are close to us. We could not catch up to those who were in competition with us. Our longing for peace was shuttered. Hope faded away. Our spirits were weary. We stopped pursuing, but God never ceased. He found us in the dark and brought us out to glow with His light. Today we speak peace. We are full of peace, for He is a loving God.
By Uhone Matshele 11 months ago in Poets