Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
You’re in mourning I am too Together, we’re in mourning together And that might ease the pain Just a little Even if it will never go away
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Poets
Our Society Today is Deeply Focused on the Goals... The End... The Awards... The Recognitions. It has Become Something that We Seek to Desperate Ends.
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
I’ve hunted myself across years, through reflections that refused to speak, through poems I mistook for mirrors. Each version of me
By E. C. Miraabout a year ago in Poets
I go into the fields without weapons, only my empty hands. I walk slowly through the grass Each blade brushing lightly against my hands
I dig where words collapse beneath cracked earth of thought, where silence hums with possibility. Every clue is a fragment:
You poured over me drowning me in Faith until I stepped on the sea. ✨ You sang over me tuning my heartstrings until I became a hymn.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
The Man Who Eats Clouds He said he could taste the sky, That every cloud had its own song, He’d stretch his arms and close his eyes,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Rooted in emotions, Our gatherings center around celebrations or sorrow. Traditions make these gatherings remarkably similar.
By Julie Lacksonenabout a year ago in Poets
The Black Cat Who Walked Through Shadows He came one night without a sound, his eyes two golden lanterns, burning against the hush of dark,
A Letter to the Sea I wrote a letter to the tide, And threw it where the breakers fell, It carried words I could not speak,
It was supposed to be easy, that thing. As long as you can remember, it’s all you have ever wanted. Go to school, get the degree, do the things, then show up… and… PERFORM! So easy!!
By Steve Harshfieldabout a year ago in Poets
Your Shadow’s Echo I met your shadow on the brick; it kept your measured stride, a midnight twin that knew the tricks of leaving at my side.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
