inspirational

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

The House That Sings at Night
The House That Sings at Night The walls hum softly, floorboards sigh, windows breathe, I walk inside. Ears straining, heart open,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
A Sunny November
Sunshine in November—pure bliss, and by the sea, it feels divine. No cold to grumble over, no wind shrieking through my ears, no icy hiss to splinter sound.
By Denise Larkin12 months ago in Poets
The Rose and the Page
The Rose and the Page It lay between the lines of time, A single rose, its colour dim, Its scent still clung to broken dreams,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Duality of Ritual Meaning. Content Warning.
I PRODUCED THIS. THIS IS MY WORK DO YOU HEAR ME? THIS IS MY PRODUCTION. I WORKED WITH VIDEO EDITING FOREVER. IT IS MY WORK. I DO NOT JUST PUSH BUTTONS.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Asleep in November. Top Story - November 2025.
My fingers tensed a month ago the dark inching forward at sinister speed dying leaves distracting in all their wretched beauty
By Bugsy Wattsabout a year ago in Poets
When I Was Nothing
For twenty years, she kept silent. Careful not to reveal a thing. One event haunted her: She'd disrespected her daughter.
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets
A First Frosty Day In Winter
A First Frosty Day In Winter I stand outside, feeling the air shift, cold rising slowly, touching my skin. The evening waits,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
US military planning for divided Gaza with ‘green zone’ secured by international and Israeli troops
The US is planning for the long-term division of Gaza into a “green zone” under Israeli and international military control, where reconstruction would start, and a “red zone” to be left in ruins.
By AHMED KAZEKAabout a year ago in Poets
imagine
Imagine a world where every stomach is fed? Every soul nourished? Every head can lay in a warm bed? Imagine a world with millionaires AND
By Paranneting/Anne Reboaabout a year ago in Poets
I Believe In My Music
I Believe In My Music My heart beats loud, A rhythm of its own, Calling me forward When everything else stalls. I close my eyes,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
THE FIRST SOUND OF WINTER
The air smells of rain and smoke, a thin trace of oak logs and wet leaves breaking down in the ditch. The light leans lower each day,
By Pamela Dirrabout a year ago in Poets
Becoming the Winter
The wind turns sharper on my skin a quiet sign of change again The branches murmur soft and low like they whisper secrets I do not know
By Thadeus about a year ago in Poets