Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I used to call myself selfish Every time I said no, Like boundaries were borrowed things I’d eventually have to return. ❧
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Poets
I used to think love ended with a speech, a clean last line, a door clicking shut. But you left in installments, one unread message at a time,
The Clock That knew My Name The clock ticked, but not with hours, it ticked with moments I could not recall, its hands crawling like insects,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
You still answer the phone in my head Before I finish dialing a thought. I hear your sigh at the end of my sentences, That small click of disapproval you never named.
Sky of Quiet Dreams The sky opens wide, with colours drifting, soft as a memory, that never learned to fade. A circle hangs high,
Sun signals new day Yesterday became the past Today is precious. + + + “Truly the light is sweet, And it is pleasant for the eyes to behold the sun;”. Ecclesiastes 11:7 NKJV
By Colleen Walters12 months ago in Poets
The house remembered her in ways she never imagined. Her footsteps lived in the floorboards, soft echoes that refused to fade.
By Kashif Wazir12 months ago in Poets
It starts with a rush beneath my ribs, a startled kind of joy I can’t quite hide, like my heartbeat forgot its usual rhythm
By Printique Studios12 months ago in Poets
You can now be at peace with yourself and begin to hear your inner voice. Sometimes you feel sorry for yourself, and other times you are grateful for the courage you have shown.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing12 months ago in Poets
Heart of Fire A heart burns bright, in the open dark, red and fierce, against the silence. flames rise slowly, curling in gold,
Her placid days are behind her now— those soft, quiet mornings when the world felt gentle, like a warm blanket tucked under her chin.
By Alexander Mind12 months ago in Poets
Life is full of people who feel that they are rich, And there are those who view life as constant fun, But if only they could feel for a minute of each day,
By Calvin London12 months ago in Poets
