Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Verse 1 They talk like they’ve climbed every hill But they’ve never laid a single brick still Throwing shade from a seat they never earned
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout a year ago in Poets
Verse 1 I’ve tripped on my pride, fell into shame Said things I swore I’d never say Burned bridges I meant to cross Held on too tight, then counted the loss
Verse 1 You wake with the sun on your face Chasing the clock in a breathless race But the hours don’t bend, they don’t wait
Verse 1 I wear mismatched shoes to feel the breeze, Talk to my plants and they talk back with ease. I hum to the fridge when it’s full of light,
Haunted Mannequins They stand so still, faces turned to the light, eyes that never blink, shadows caught in their stare.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
It all starts with the mistaken belief (sorry Hank, but not that much) that anyone wants to read anything I write. The spirals downhill from there.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
I have carried this fire within me for longer than I can remember. It has warmed strangers on cold nights, lit pathways for those who were lost,
By Tim Carmichaelabout a year ago in Poets
I start with this steady knowing, the kind that settles in my chest like a quiet sunrise deciding we belong here. Your presence folds into mine,
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
When a person's perspective broadens, they won't get lost in the trivialities of life; truly confident people can always achieve a simple yet powerful expression.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
All through the years, As summer is UP, The fall season starts at the TOP, As life goes on the Fall leaves fall OFF, Winter is to peak AT as we merge IN
By Rachael Frazierabout a year ago in Poets
November can feel like a month of transitions, between celebrations and good times that were and those that are to be. Vacancy.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Poets
The Man Who Carries Years His face holds time, marked in deep lines, carved by long days, and nights without rest. His eyes tell stories,
