Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Heady, potent. ~ (inhale) ~ Your syrup Lines my throat, ~ (exhale) ~ As the taste Lingers On my tongue. ~ (inhale)
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
When you're a sparrow, still chirp--and fly high. 🕊️🍂🕊️🍂🕊️ Amid November's frost The trees still stand Their leaves still applaud
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin12 months ago in Poets
The Man Who Walked Alone He walked the street, no one saw him, shadows clung to his coat, and his shoes whispered secrets.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
At dusk, the city buttons up its rusted overcoat. And every lamppost clears its throat to hum a softer note. The halos lean like tilted crowns on heads of steel and clay—
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Poets
The Grave The ground was cold, the grass was wet, The sky hung low with weight of rain, A name half-hidden by the moss, Spoke softly of a life and pain.
Welcome to my archives of my own photography. No AI No nothing. No video. No song. Just out of MY mouth of archives and the ocean.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 12 months ago in Poets
Blood on the Clock Time moves like blood, thick, slow, red and heavy, on hands that cannot touch, on faces that forget.
my days and nights fly by so fast, months turn into years in the blink of an eye. i force myself to eat, my body makes me sleep,
By Christy Williams12 months ago in Poets
Letters to the Moon I write to the moon, every night, my pen bleeding onto paper, I tell it my fears. My dreams, my love,
The hickory by the fence line has stood here longer than I've been walking this land. I come back to it after years away,
By Tim Carmichael12 months ago in Poets
everybody hates him that's what his partner says but he doesn't care about the judgment and he never will he isn't as crazy as his inspiration
By ⸘jason alan‽12 months ago in Poets
on the menu identities consumed in isolation by design tribalistic separation us and them denying the nature what it means to be human
