Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Verse 1 Searching for answers, wandering in vain, Looking for a key, but it’s all just a game. The doors keep closing, locked up tight,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout a year ago in Poets
I hunt the seeker, the restless one who rises in darkness, Who moves through the world with eyes open and heart ablaze, Who follows the call of something essential, something necessary,
By Tim Carmichaelabout a year ago in Poets
You arrive in my world like a pulse of light that spills through the cracks of an old room, steady yet startling, both familiar and new.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Has there been a time when you were not? How many lifetimes have we waited to be in this moment, longing to be the object of your affection.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Haunting regret that time will not erase. 💔🕊️💔🕊️💔🕊️💔🕊️💔🕊️💔🕊️💔🕊️💔 I do go back to where your soul remains, The wind still blows your unforgotten tune,
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Poets
Christmas Haiku 2025 Shining Christmas tree, Tiny hands unwrap pure joy, Laughter lights the room.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Introduction This is my seventy-fifth 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
Collapsed Starheart Last night, the sky folded inward like an apology learning its grammar. Somewhere above the roofs, a bright certainty failed politely,
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
THE STARE OF GUARDIAN PEACEWALKER OF THE The FREEWAY SPIRIT THE STARE ECHOES OF THE SKINWALKER SPIRIT Return from the Underground
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
No, you do not have to love yourself first. That lie was born from fear, from people too timid to touch what isn’t neat, too frightened to love something still in progress.
By Echoes By Jujuabout a year ago in Poets
The Longest Mile I will walk The longest mile is just the same as the shortest, though it never feels that way, when the night grows heavy on the shoulders,
When we think of funerals, we think of an event that lasts for one day. We think of the funeral homes, the crying, the caskets, the photos, and the memories shared.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
