Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Velvet Distance We measure the gap in fabrics— not miles, not days, But the way silence feels when it remembers to be soft.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
I want to feel normal again Not to go back where we began But the ephemeral euphoric place between The then and now The only question is
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I’ve been in search of two things my whole life. Purpose and satisfaction Knowing who I am, what I’m meant for and finding my joy in it.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
(Verse 1) The morning sun is rising, and the world’s still asleep, I brew that rich aroma, take a sip, it’s my treat. The warmth starts to flow, yeah, I can feel the spark,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout a year ago in Poets
(Verse 1) Well, they tell you where to stand, they draw their little lines, Sayin’ stay on your side, don’t be messin’ with the signs.
Verse 1 In the shadows where I fight, Binding chains in the dead of night, Wrestling fears, they make me strong, They teach me where my heart belongs.
**(Verse 1)** Woke up this morning, coffee’s on the brew, Check the mirror, oh boy, it’s just me and you. Got that bedhead, looking like a bird’s nest,
Discover your strengths and strive to develop them to their full potential. Appreciate your strengths and believe that one day they will be recognized by someone special.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
After the Key Broke It snapped like a tired sentence— Half of it is still inside the mouth of the lock. I held the other half dumbly,
Could Write A Million Words I could fill the night with ink, spill the sky with thought and fire, but even then my heart would whisper,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I'm 3, at my house, Hiding within my mom's arms from the scary mouse. In my Papa's lap, Taking the relaxing nap. With them, I spend my entire day and night,
By Varnika Agarwalabout a year ago in Poets
We fear the dark, not for its hue, But for the things we never knew. The whispers hid behind the night, The thoughts that dance beyond our sight.
By Ghanni malikabout a year ago in Poets
