Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I woke up in that dream again, last night Where I was wandering down memory lane The scenery was set in black and white And everyone I saw there, knew my name
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
ᒪIᐯᗴ like this flower and may you always ᑕᕼOOᔕᗴ to ᗷᒪOOᗰ where you are at.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
I see clearly now. The fog has lifted, and with it, every illusion I once called love. I offered love — real love. Love that stares with open eyes and drinks in every molecule.
By THE HONED CRONEabout a year ago in Poets
Truth is born of a mystical seed Promising to sprout an expansive tree That grows out of a barren plain 𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Her Father Loved Her, Her Mother Was Her Friend Her father taught her to stand tall, her mother showed her how to bend without breaking.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Every time I try to read a book, I feel so awkward and out of place 'Cause the words look very small to me. Unless the book's inches from my face.
By Darla M Seelyabout a year ago in Poets
Once, I believed in love. Twice, I did believe in love. Thirsty, Rain from above. I saw her walking, Sweaty, Yet beautiful as a dove.
By LUCCIAN LAYTHabout a year ago in Poets
Verse 1: In a world that feels divided, where shadows often grow, We carry the same heartbeat, let our unity show. From the mountains to the valleys, from the oceans to the skies,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout a year ago in Poets
A new day it is a chance to start again Monday, a new start. ****** Monday is the day that occupations abound notwithstanding for the
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Verse 1: Had a long day, feeling like I’m losing grip, Trying to carry my troubles, it’s a heavy trip. Every little conflict’s got me on the edge,
(Verse 1) In the shadows, their voices whisper, Lost in the grind, just trying to get by, But deep inside, there’s a fire yearning,
The mirror that once reflected the bloom of youth, now fogs. The heat fades, crossed by cool changes, surrendering its moment in the sun.
