Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
[Verse 1] I used to think the truth would set us free A light that cuts through every mystery But now I see itโs not so black and white
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout a year ago in Poets
Verse 1: Iโm a whirlwind of emotions, like a storm in the night, With dreams that chase the sunrise and a heart thatโs full of fight.
Sparrow Logic The city argues in tall letters. A sparrow writes smallerโ a note pinned to the morning in brown and breath.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
โจ You're the best writer That's not just my opinion Your book is the best-selling book Of all time In the history of man
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
(Verse 1) In a world of facts and figures, Where logic claims the throne, We search for deeper meaning, In the heart, we're not alone.
Before sunrise, the boxes wait, stacked like quiet ambitions by the door. Youโve spent weeks stalking this moment, circling it, testing its scent,
By Pamela Dirrabout a year ago in Poets
Verse 1 I am the dreamer and the dream, A spark of light in endless stream. Timeโs not a line, itโs a sea I sail, Past and future in the present prevail.
This poem was written in response to the Rattleยฎ Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for August 2025 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.https://rattle.com/page/ekphrastic/
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Poets
The cry of the huntress In the full of the night A call to her soldiers To come join in this fight - For the vermin are here
Verse 1: When the sun dips low and the day starts to fade, I welcome the night like a soft serenade. In the quiet of twilight, when the worldโs laid to rest,
I can feel it, the fragile tremor of your hand in mine, as if the whole worldโs weight rests between our palms. The air is thick with things unsaid,
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
On World Internet Day today, we stop to hear--not the notifications and hums of inboxes, but the quiet buzz of the World Wide Web. This poem ponders the paradox of a connected world that seeks warmth from the glow of screens.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Poets
