Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I start with the way your breath feels near mine, soft as a promise no one else will ever hear. There’s a hush between us,
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Some hurts must be digested alone; some regrets can only be regarded with lightness; some pain can only be soothed in solitude.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
His Last Wishes I watched the last fire fading tonight, its quiet light drifting softly through air, and it felt like the world learning to end,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The stores swarm long before the season truly arrives. We’re filling our carts in September—apple cobbler Martha Stewart candles,
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
Adulting is scary All about making decisions Without panicking Without crying Because why are you crying? Just because you are overwhelmed about all the decisions you have to make
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
My Friend, you have many names. Today, we call you Wolf Moon. Will you join me in a January howl echoing across the valley in the icy fog?
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
Changing Times The morning changes softly now, the light moves calm across my room, the world shifts gently under me, and time breathes quiet at my side.
Let them chatter like sparrows pecking at crumbs of each other’s echoes~ small minds making small music, never hearing the wind beyond their street.
By Arthur Pendryabout a year ago in Poets
Rust-Tasting Hope I’ve drunk from chipped enamel cups, from faucets lined with red, from pipes that coughed up yesterday and iron in the bread.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
Introduction This is my seventy-seventh piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. I love the beautiful autumnal colours in this work.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Bent way over, like the branches of a weeping willow you shyly peer into my bedroom shades And I adjust that old goose down, feather pillow
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Whispering You Love Me Your voice fell soft upon my skin, a warmth that moved through every thought, and when you whispered that you cared,
