Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
A gentle reminder to self. Life is constant. When it feels unfair, it’s only your emotions blurring the image. Life is a straight line…
By Lenn Marcusabout a year ago in Poets
Life goes on and everything is without proofreading. And time flies, doesn't slow down the gallop. The Marquise of Pompadour has been gone for a long time,
By Olaf Podolskiabout a year ago in Poets
The Water’s Answer by Dowsing The morning hums with quiet thought, The rods rest gently in my hands, The ground beneath me waits and knows,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Eyes That See With In You Across the table, your eyes meet mine, And in their light I catch your past, The years unfold like silent cards,
Gravity of Your Name Your name crosses a room and objects adjust. -- The mug leans a little in its ring, the calendar sways on its pin,
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
Enjoying the wind on her face, She walks down the streets, Rejoicing with a song in her head, And resonating with every single of it's beats.
By Varnika Agarwalabout a year ago in Poets
drenched in hesitation as the seasons pirouette adopting the transition giving way to first and final breaths the ending of a form
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
requested for commitment to the ambiguous. dedicate to it: verity. faulty funds invest in broken. diminishing dividends
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
My mother gathers us before the sun thinks to rise We stumble from sleep, pulled by the smell of something sweet frying in ghee. My sister's dupatta is inside out. My brother has mismatched socks. No one cares. This is Eid.
By Rai Sohaib about a year ago in Poets
I'm rooted in the firm belief that there is more than this to come Find balance in the gentle peace that when we die, that we aren't done
She rises softly in the quiet sky, A silver whisper, a dreaming eye. She listens close when the world is still, And paints our hearts with a gentle chill.
By Gohar Aliabout a year ago in Poets
Your quiet whispers to me as you hang, lonely, in the sky My moods are heightened slightly as your light rests in my eyes
