Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
My third eye glazes over As the world grows colder A smoldering mass destroying us Societal entropy has a hold of me All I want to do is write and bring joy
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
The Last Flame is always important But the First could not be forgotten... Here eternity was sparked on earth, Once more, making Himself known
By Shirley Belk12 months ago in Poets
Good luck jumping on Fads and Band Wagons move quick I’ll keep doing me
By Andrew C McDonald12 months ago in Poets
The Bank of Words is a sanctuary. It exists in lined Vaults of learned lexicons...in metaphors, asleep in golden safes, and idioms sipping tea in the atrium. Every utterance is its ledger...Every expression, its trusted watermark.
By Novel Allen12 months ago in Poets
Monroe succulent, also known as chubby little stone flower, has a natural, gentle beauty. With the light green color of the leaves, the pink, white, and yellow colors of the flowers will brighten up any space.
By HieuDinh12 months ago in Poets
Fearless striving One vision toward the goal Closing in on the achievement Unwavering faith through the struggle Steadily moving, not giving up
By L.I.E12 months ago in Poets
a part of me, mingles with the worms, in the soil my history and more, feeds the trees where ash and root strengthen, waiting to unfurl
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
If tomorrow comes and I'm not here here's the truth I hope you'll keep. You were never too much for this world. Not once. Not ever. Hold that deep.
By Sara Wilson12 months ago in Poets
A chance to say a thank you and show gratitude for what we have now. ****** Thinking of how we allow various notes on living and
By Mark Graham12 months ago in Poets
Love is... liking loving learning living life! ****** What is the meaning of love? Is it physical or is it mental????
Waking up in a lot of pain Body carrying yesterday's stress Playing back everything in my head Because I am not a professional worker
I feel it first as a quiet stir right behind my ribs, a soft flare rising without asking, as if your presence reaches me
By Printique Studios12 months ago in Poets
