inspirational

Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.

Raincoats for Our Secrets
We stitch raincoats for our secrets out of half-remembered nights, from shower curtains, childhood quilts, and hand-me-down goodbyes.
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Poets
𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑮𝒐𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏...
✽ꨄ✽ Show him ✽ that You are bottling our tears as they flow to a place that You set for us from the very Beginning ✽ that he was made for
By Colleen Walters12 months ago in Poets
Keys That Don’t Fit Anymore
I keep a ring of metal moons that never learned my sky, a jangle of old alphabets that no more doors reply. They’re fossils of before-times, love—of locks we used to share,
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Poets
Unseen Cartography
If I where to write a map it would be the one unseen. Not a map of this world, nor even one of outerspace a place you could visit.
By Senkora12 months ago in Poets
Harvest the Memories of Life
The memories we harvest as the years go by. Gathering loved ones together, until the time comes to say goodbye. The moments we create live on forever - thru photos and stories, in every kind of weather. Through the sun and the rain, and even through the pain, the harvest grows strong as the years move along. The seeds of change rearrange our lives and sometimes bring tears we fight to hide. But the seasons flow, and through it all, we learn the grow. That's why the memories we gather help get us through any disaster. For love never dies - it helps us to rise beyond the hard times.
By Kat Garcia12 months ago in Poets
Creation
At your command, light came into being Spoken syllables became substance, Sentences became species, and statements became stars.
By Mezmur12 months ago in Poets
No Pride No Fear
When pride is stronger than your willingness Fear overtakes you easily Fear of mistakes Fear of shame Fear of seeing incapable
By L.I.E12 months ago in Poets
On The Other Side Of The Memory
I've held you in a memory I've held you in my arms Whether smooth or leathery Fair weathered or through storms Your love has etched a part of me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
Where Forever
Take my hand, not because it’s offered, but because it’s already reaching for you in every heartbeat I’ve tried to steady.
By Printique Studios12 months ago in Poets
Shattered Mirrors, Scattered Light
Disappointment comes unexpectedly, a crack in a mirror you thought wouldn't shatter. We race to pick up the shattered shards, grasping in the dark.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin12 months ago in Poets
The Candle Flickered Love Died
The Candle Flickered Love Died The candle burned low, dripping its light, holding the room in a fading glow. She watched the flame,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
The Narcissist Has Horns. Content Warning.
This is not a confession. It is a correction. This is not guilt. It’s grief metabolized into rhythm. I didn’t leave I was locked out.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 12 months ago in Poets