Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
A beautiful day a beautiful start to a captivating opportunity to paint a masterpiece on a pristinely blank canvas broad strokes of sunshine
By Colleen Walters12 months ago in Poets
Raised to believe in God an all-powerful, all-knowing all-seeing, all-hearing entity * "He" is supposed to be love. So much to the contrary.
By Julie Lacksonen12 months ago in Poets
Rooted from the start with strong family values and a musical foundation. Learning Growing Playing * Branching out with friends
The Girl Who Borrowed Midnight Midnight came early to town, It slipped in before the clocks allowed, People blamed the cliffs and sea,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Not my will, but yours be done, Lord. I have made my plans, but if it be to your glory, change them, Lord. I have set my foot to path, but if you place a fork in the road to redirect my steps, I shall follow where you lead, Lord.
By Anne R.12 months ago in Poets
The thankful memories Of the minor chords Remind us of our ridged pasts Times reflects The motion blurs I’m grateful for the minor chords
By Thomas Terry12 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my first Dechnad Cummaisc, and because it is describing Seb McKinnon's amazing image, it is also Ekphrastic.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 12 months ago in Poets
Verse 1 He said “quiet, quiet piggy” with a smirk and a sneer, To a voice that was strong, to a woman who dared. Every word drips contempt, every phrase cuts deep,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior12 months ago in Poets
Verse 1 The headlines burn like neon scars, Promises broken, written in the stars. We warned of the storm, but the thunder still came,
When You Held My Heart Your touch steadied my breath, Your hands restored my calm, You held my heart like crystal, Yet strong enough to guard.
I'm working on my backwards walk Through sickled thorns And dew-dropped ferns And this time When I'm where I was I'll leave no stone unturned.
By Ellana Blacher12 months ago in Poets
In the quiet, where the world forgets, I hear the whispers that cling to the walls of my mind. Soft, trembling voices, echoes of moments I buried
By Manal12 months ago in Poets
