inspirational

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

Tea and the Tattered Books
Tea and the Tattered Books The cup was chipped, the tea long cold, The air was thick with loss and dust, The books lay open like old wounds,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Harvest
i put on those old overalls that i would wear when pulling weeds which turns out were the very ones i wore when i was planting seeds
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Short Poem
Sweet and short Hopeful and helpful Open and optimistic Readily reading Telling testimonies Precise and piercing One objective
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Little Red Riding Hood's entry into a Vocal Challenge
Through the forest went Little Red Riding Hood one day, Her basket packed, she was on her way, Not to Grandma's house this time around,
By Tim Carmichaelabout a year ago in Poets
𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝔻𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕕
the enemy stalks us wrecking our thoughts so using his perceived clout now making our minds doubt now the enemy's lurking
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Static Between Our Songs
We used to tune like matched guitars, two bodies, one bright chord. A needle dropping clean on love, no skips we couldn’t afford.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
Sources of Light
Daylight savings a signal of impending doom, the war of attrition finally dimming the stubborn sun. - It's hard not to feel
By Alexander Stoddartabout a year ago in Poets
When the Moon
I can’t close my eyes tonight. You’re everywhere, in the hum of the quiet, in the breath that won’t steady, in the spaces the dark refuses to hide.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Finding Yourself Again
There comes a moment when you stop trying to rewrite the past because you realize it isn’t coming back the way it left. You’ve outgrown versions of yourselfyou didn’t even know you were shedding —through endings you didn’t choose,through changes you weren’t ready for,through every silent ache that taught you how to breathe again.
By Aarsh Malikabout a year ago in Poets
Does Wisdom Mean Trading 'Teaching' for 'Observing'?
The wisdom of middle age: replacing the urge to 'teach' with the composure to 'observe' in our most important relationships.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
November's Soul
It comes—if its warning is unheard. 🌙 The wind's breath chills Bringing whispers too cold to remain. A sliver of light within frosty dark.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Poets
Autumn's Apology. Top Story - October 2025.
Every ending promises a return--Nature's cycle. 🍂🌾🍁🌕🍃🌱🍁🌾🍂🍂🌾🍁🌕🍃🌱🍁🌾🍂 Forgive me for the wind that strips you bare;
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Poets