Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Stop Before It Is Too Late She held the door, hands trembling hard, feeling time slip through every breath. The warnings rose,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Some fingers cling tighter than they should— But when they open in a palm— The shadows cease. Shadows part - light descends - when we release.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin12 months ago in Poets
By Tim Udy Nobody saw the crack at first. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. It didn’t rip the heavens open with thunder or flame.
By T.A. UDY12 months ago in Poets
Before the gold. Before the glyphs. Before the universe bent its spine to make room for a new architecture— there was a single brick that refused to fit.
It didn’t begin with a roar. It began with a pressure so ancient and furious that the ground forgot how to hold itself together.
She rose from the silence like a scripture remembering its own name— golden skin carved in codes older than the first star’s whisper.
Between my ribs and heart, I keep A flower-press of smiles. I gather them from chapels, parks, Museums, and shopping aisles.
By Jessica Dowding12 months ago in Poets
The Horizon Opens Before the whisper, before the chord, before the balloon caught wind There was a breath. A breath that stirred the archive,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 12 months ago in Poets
In the bet with her home as to which would go first, Mother lost and was planted under uprooted flowers, free from kin quarrelling
By Sonia Heidi Unruh12 months ago in Poets
I am the sum of what I’ve carried— skills gathered like bright stones from places I didn’t know were teaching me.
By Melanie Rose12 months ago in Poets
Where are my readers from I wonder who is reading these quiet lines. what part of the world. From what location, or corner of the world
Do you remember that time when you waded out into the bay Until the sea cooled your ribs and the shore receded? You struck out, from turquoise to deep blue,
By Hannah Moore12 months ago in Poets
