inspirational

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

Know My Dad
Want to know about my dad? Just go to his shop where he's always glad. He doesn't use CAD, nor PC or laptop . Just all the tool he's ever had.
By Dean Traylor11 months ago in Poets
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 . Top Story - December 2025.
Penny's farm lost in a coin toss. And the unborn foal she got as a result was born a gangly red colt with three white legs and a star and strip on his face. They named him Secretariat.
By Colleen Walters11 months ago in Poets
The Alabaster Box
They whispered when I entered, their glances sharp as knives— a woman with a history unwelcome in their eyes. But shame had grown too heavy,
By Hannah Lambert11 months ago in Poets
A Mother And A Manger
She held the promise of heaven in the curve of her trembling hands, a miracle wrapped in swaddling cloth and laid upon the straw-soft land.
By Hannah Lambert11 months ago in Poets
A Message to Eternity
A Message to Eternity I wrote the words upon a page that trembled, the ink sinking slowly into fibres like memory, and the night leaned close as if wanting to listen,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
What in your life
I see a necklace sitting in a glass case, with curves and flames she calls to me she is so beautiful I ask to hold her in my hands
By Celeste Frenette11 months ago in Poets
Branches and Roots
Trees can be many different sizes with colorful leaves, flowers, or fruit. It’s survival depends on the depth and stability of its roots.
By Traci Wright 11 months ago in Poets
The Yule Goddess At Glastonbury Tor
Introduction This is my eighty-third piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's beautiful artwork. This is an Ekphrastic Terzanelle
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA11 months ago in Poets
The Ring of Brodgar
Introduction This is my eighty-second piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's beautiful artwork. The Ring of Brodgar is part of the Heart of Neolithic Orkney World Heritage Site, a series of important domestic and ritual monuments built 5000 years ago in the Orkney Islands.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA11 months ago in Poets
The Last Light
The night carried a thin layer of moisture, as if the rain still trembled behind the clouds. On the edge of the old town stood a worn-out house whose window lamps often extinguished on their own. But tonight… tonight a strange and vivid light gleamed from within.
By Anas Khan11 months ago in Poets
Root me, Lord
Branches living in the world for all to see. Reaching, stretching out. Competing — look at me! Look at my beauty. Look at my strength.
By Emily Pogue11 months ago in Poets
Held by Yesterday, Lifted by Tomorrow
My roots breathe in the dark, quiet but alive— a pulse beneath the soil of my past. They remember everything: the tears I hid,
By Kashif Wazir11 months ago in Poets