inspirational

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

Here There Be Welcome
Strike the match. Set the flame. Light the wick. Replace the pane. The Lantern lit, gives a soft glow. Darkness recedes.
By ZaftigGeekabout a year ago in Poets
Fuel For a Dying Soul
Darkness A shroud of bitterness and despair Even in the depths of hell The chill of loneliness reaches out Sleep provides sweet nectar of the past
By Susan Loblawabout a year ago in Poets
Stairway to Nowhere
Stairway to Nowhere Behind the wall a whisper moves. It hides a stairway I was never meant to find. I stand for a moment,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Hearth of One Flame
I move through the silence. The dark stretches in layers, dense and patient, and I sense the lantern before I see it. Its flame is small,
By Tim Carmichaelabout a year ago in Poets
Eye Witness
the stars talk to me, twinkling in morse code gentle songs of the sea, and sailors of long ago their bravery and fears, battles won on the water
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
I Texted My Future Partner for a Week: What I Learned About Real Love
Monday I saved your number as Someday. Typed “hi” and backspaced it into weather. Sent a photo of my sink—two bowls, one clean.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
Three Moments That Changed How I Love
I. The Kitchen at 2h11. The kettle clicked off like a door deciding, steam braiding the dark into something gentler. I stood barefoot on a crumb constellation,
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
This Little light
There are bumps in the road that our eyes cannot see there are paths we were not meant to wander But still we traverse them, for our will is free
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Moonlit Stillness
Still pond, moonlight hums, a heron lifts through the mist; time folds into now.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Do you ever wonder if a love that hurts can still be a path to a better you?
The pain of a wrong love can feel overwhelming, robbing you of your courage and faith. You're terrified, unsure how long this agony will last or how much strength you have left to endure it.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
The Hunt for My Reflection
Hunts for the truth lead inward. To find oneself--and name that reflection. 🪞👤🪞👤🪞👤🪞👤🪞👤🪞👤🪞👤🪞👤🪞👤🪞👤 The glass shunned me this day
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Poets
Segments of Fruit
A fruit peeled perfectly in one single Cascading Spiral Leaving six segments of fruit Gripped together Milky shroud in
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets