Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
like bird nests, in hibernation, silence settles in my ears steepening my senses, to celestial music of the spheres a changing of the season's, adopting new optical lenses,
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Don’t Be Sorry Be You Do not shrink down to fit their hands, do not apologise for breath, you were not made to dim your light,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Dear Moon, I write this for you, Hoping you will read it someday. *** Why do you light up the night sky, Making the stars fade away in your soft glow,
By Amethyst Champagneabout a year ago in Poets
Ancient young woman * We do not put wrinkles on you because we know you will not know death soon But who are we to be shy to show time on your body?
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Poets
I saw you peeking in on me when I was maybe, two or three Such a sight were you to see we were like two pods in a pea ~~~~
[Verse 1] They draw their lines with arrogance, Build walls from toxic fear, Try to pick us off in silence, But we’re still standing here.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout a year ago in Poets
Dear Moon, It was an old house — once big, once bright, its yard lay quiet, veiled in snow. Once someone’s home, once filled with light,
By Morgana Knappabout a year ago in Poets
I See The Moon The only time I see you is when you’re full Filled with color Bright like a midnight Sun You make me emotional
By Li Li Nicolsabout a year ago in Poets
A Letter to the Moon Dear Moon, I write this letter softly, with trembling hands and hopeful eyes, for you are closer to heaven than I am,
I start with breath held close, like the moment before a song, when everything is quiet but full of trembling possibility.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Dear Moon, old lantern nailed into the sky, I write at last and wait for your reply. You’ve watched empires crumble into dust and stone,
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
The Soft Apocalypse The world did not explode on cue or split along its spine; It frayed in little tender ways—like yours and sometimes mine.
