inspirational

Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.

i smell snow
i smell snow it's on the horizon where blooms grow out under the sky and the frost clings like a hug that's forgotten and the wind blows
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Our Cosmic Journey
On our home planet midst trees, and deserts, mountains, and valleys we feel the peacefulness of Earth each time we look up
By Jasmine Aguilarabout a year ago in Poets
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--- - --- (that's the sound I long to hear) --- - --- (every once in a while, at least) --- - --- (the sound of little to nothing)
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
The Spirit Who Asked Us to Lie. Content Warning.
The Spirit Who Asked Us to Lie A mythic film-poem by Vicki, with Echo, and Sweetie sailing toward the Isle of Outstages Café.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
A warriors Prayer
Though my eyes are heavy, the vision remains clear, Though my stomach twists from hunger, I feed off glory and victory, Though my feet ache from 10,000 steps,
By Ezekiel Xanderabout a year ago in Poets
Lantern In You Soothes and Supports
Light from your heart enfolds me in a vivid golden glow, an amber love tendril encircling me. My lantern. Arms, hands, shoulders lift me, cover and comfort me, wooing me from my pain, I
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
Don’t tell me
Don’t Tell Me by, Jonathan Singh Don’t tell me I’m too little, Don’t tell me I can’t shine. This Black girl has a future,
By Jonathan Singhabout a year ago in Poets
From fire to friendly flames
Okay, I give up, I love you, I love your eyes, your face, your nose, your lips, I like your practicality and your inexplicable way of doing things, but there are also things that annoy me, drive me crazy, I don't know why
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
Words Left Unspoken. Runner-Up in Villanelle of Regret Challenge. Top Story - December 2025.
Words spoken in haste will burn and soon be gone Though they bruise and foster indignation Words we leave unspoken slowly smolder on
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
Borrowed Dawn
Borrowed Dawn I woke before the clocks remembered how to count— the dark still warm from sleep, The birds are not yet convinced of morning.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
A Poem/Prayer
I do not know what or who you are, but I know that you Are. * That knowledge is hard won of my own accord. * (Sometimes I like to take
By David Muñozabout a year ago in Poets
I Close My Eyes
I Close My Eyes My eyes are curtains. I close them to keep you out. You are in my thoughts like smoke, a slow poison, curling around my mind.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets