Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Itʻs feeling the winds that once fanned a blazing, wild fire Slow down, soften and begin to dance in swirls around the remaining flicker,
By Pōlani Monderen about a year ago in Poets
The wind no longer hums — it whispers. What was once a golden breath of warmth now carries the scent of iron and frost. Leaves don’t dance anymore;
By shakir hamidabout a year ago in Poets
The fire learns our names in vowels of heat, then forgets them, syllable by syllable, as if unspelling a blessing. ༺ _ ༻
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
A soft crackle, ice on a window pane. Leaves and grass crisp underfoot Not dead, but edged with frost A biting wind whispers, pinking cheeks
By Natasja Roseabout a year ago in Poets
When daylight clocks out, worries badge in. I punch the timecard under my skin. The factory hum of breath begins. And I run the night shift—repairs and spins.
A Bird’s Eye View I watched the world, from where I stood, above the branch, beyond the good. The sky was cracked, the sun bled red,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I say your name like sunrise in my chest, soft but certain, a warm pull that steadies everything inside me. There is a kind of quiet love in how you breathe
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Any relationship is more comfortable when you release expectations. As is often attributed to Shakespeare, "Expectations are wounds."
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
You’ve let it all go, Past me you are free, Broke all the chains, Because you believed You’re free from that cage, No longer chained,
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)about a year ago in Poets
If I saw that you were crying, I would kiss away your tears, And if I saw you trembling, I would hold your hand through your fears,
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
Hush now, little one, pull the moonlight up to your chin. The stars are whispering secrets, and I’ve got one to tuck you in.
By Brie Boleynabout a year ago in Poets
You are inside of me, Your influence wrapped around My psyche like a vise; You molded, made So much of who I am today. I will never not be
By Bex Jordanabout a year ago in Poets
