inspirational

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

Sliding
I’m on a slope, sliding. Falling, almost. To what? towards what?.....it remains uncertain. I am aware, all too well of my existence, I have lived more days than I have left to live.
By Katie about a year ago in Poets
Love's True Embrace: Beyond Tears
Love isn't supposed to be like this: shedding tears while making excuses for your partner. What you need isn't just someone to make you laugh. What truly matters is someone who can silently embrace all your vulnerability when you're feeling down.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
See And Accept
“A secret to happiness is letting every situation be what it is, instead of what you think it should be.” Embracing reality
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
'Prove Your Worth'
“Accept your past without regret, handle your present with confidence and face your future without fear!” When we accept our past,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
Life IS Balance
“Life is too ironic. It takes sadness to know what happiness is, noise to appreciate silence and absence to value presence.”
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
Souls meet.
I watch the world around me, see love blooming quietly. Hands clasped tightly, laughter spilling, eyes that linger just enough to tell a story already written.
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
“The Cackle That Tried to Shrink Me A Mythic Protest Suite” . Content Warning.
The Body That Carried It All This is based on a true story. Two women. Two rooms. Two rhythms. One, a 76-year-old artist with long pink hair laid back, empathic, boho, old-school rock and roll.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Leave the Gleanings
Leave the Gleanings -Of Your Harvest- Community matters. Think of the difference in fervently scavenging for food in scarcity, versus knowing where to go to have just what you need.
By Heather Kasparabout a year ago in Poets
Living For
I only live for one person And it’s not me Nor my family But it’s G-O-D I got Christ in me So I can live for the King I’m not people pleasing
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Variable Verglas
A single raindrop hesitates As it dribbles down the sill The wind whistles winters form and fate Giving way to her frosty will
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Climbing Out
Starting with nothing, the climb feels steep, Nights are heavy, and food isn't cheap. But a mind can shift, a thought can grow,
By Vabout a year ago in Poets
Faith with Splinters
Faith with Splinters My faith was once a glass display—no questions, dusted clean, A polished shelf of easy words in stained-glass reds and green.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets