Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
A season for everything - That's what they say... I have watched you shrivel and bloom. And gathered the seeds close, Like pearls and gold.
By S. A. Crawford12 months ago in Poets
I own a jacket just for storms that start inside the phone, a second skin I keep for bad news, heavy and overgrown. It hangs beside the door like rain that never learned to fall.
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Poets
In the season of harvest, Can we let it all go? From darkness to sunshine, To seasons of growth. Foliage memories, Blossoming tears.
By Jamie Callaghan12 months ago in Poets
Love That Cuts and Heals Your words could scar the heavens, Your breath could calm a storm, I lived inside your balance,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
I did it. I climbed the mountain of life and made it way up high. Thanks to the man upstairs I can stay up high. A mob of life came my way but it couldn’t run me down.
By Joe Patterson12 months ago in Poets
Echoes on the breeze Exhaust fumes, contrails Linger as reminders ~ Poesy these lines For my erudite Verbosity Can’t replace
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
Our kitchen is a harbor where the dishes learn to drown, a coastline built of chipped white cups and forks that face me down.
Gathering Memories I gather the days I lived, holding them close, feeling their weight, before they fade. I gather the hours I lost, moving like ash,
The Shadow Kiss Your love drifted in like a shadow, Silent across the floor, It found the place I hid in, It opened every door.
The calendar hangs smug and flat, a grid of bossy squares, Each little box is a rented cage for sanitized affairs. It circles dates in lipstick red and calls them “must” and “should,”
Plant the seeds now, in the actions we take In laughter and love, joy and regret Seeds of the memories that we will make Parts of our lives that we'd grieve to forget.
By Natasja Rose12 months ago in Poets
We filled the apartment with houseplants the way some people fill it with children— hopeful, underqualified, carrying more Pinterest than practice.
