Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Once, my emotions were exaggerated, reaching earth-shattering proportions. Later, no matter how many storms life presented, I chose to remain silent.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
The Candle’s Second Life In darkness, something tried to breathe, A flame reborn from wax beneath. The blood had dried, the pain had slept,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
On this balmy November day, all of us stand beneath skies that have seen storms--but remember our voices amid the loud roar of thunder.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Poets
At every turning point, you were there. When the walls held anger and the floors kept secrets, I found your light in the crack of the curtain
By Oula M.J. Michaelsabout a year ago in Poets
Luna... Forgive my absence, dear wanderer, maker of night shadows, queen of the sunless sky... I have rightfully stolen a moment from
By Lamar Wigginsabout a year ago in Poets
Dear patient keeper of sky’s slow breath, Forgive me for taking so long to tell you this. You watched me stumble through every season,
By Pamela Dirrabout a year ago in Poets
Dear Moon, You call many a wave forward, to be the sea's breath upon cove shores; You chase many prey toward their haven-hollows, within midnight moors;
By Gabriel Huizengaabout a year ago in Poets
Needy Is Not a Sin A Sovereign Protest Suite The Word They Twisted ADOBE FIREFLY They turned need into a slur, a stain,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The path of light, which shimmering, trails From the channel you carve through the inky veil Of a wandering galaxy, chasing its nine tails,
I’m sorry that I missed you, love I ran to the store for string Seems the one that I used for my cup To connect us, is missing
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Good Evening, Moon I know that you’re watching. Sometimes the barest sliver, On nights made for secrets and dark deeds Sometimes full and round
By Natasja Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Letter to the Moon An elderly mother sits by her lonely window, her thin hands clasped tight against her chest, her breath slow with the weight of fear,
