Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
As I’m slowly getting older I am the shadow of the man I used to be, My bones are getting weary And I’ve got a problem with my knee.
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
We all set sail at dawn boat and promises polished til gleaming, sails full of hope. I once believed in the horizon. We prayed to the wind,
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
He don't deserve my feelings Not a tear drop Not a smile Not a frown Not a cry Don’t deserve my anger Don’t deserve my kindness
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Some people are in love with electricity They want to be so close to the storm That they feel the lightning crackling between their toes and rain dripping down their thighs,
By Ella Bogdanovaabout a year ago in Poets
“Ight, ight!” the infant cooed A determined glow rushed into his mother’s face Sprouting color like two roses blossoming -
By Lindsay Shiner Packardabout a year ago in Poets
The world will hand you noise and call it truth. It will sell you versions of yourself you never asked for— ones that shine,
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
As I sit here in peace, Underneath red skies, and still waters, There is hope in the crisp, fresh air, Letting me know, people still care,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
To The One Who Moves My Blood, You are not a mere symbol. You are a calendar of bone and blood, a pulse that I learned before I took a breath.
By Autumn Stewabout a year ago in Poets
The Skeleton Who Lost His Head There once was a skeleton out for a stroll, Who tripped on a pumpkin and down he rolled, His skull went flying across the grass,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
How can you grow if you don't try? Everything is easy when it comes naturally is the biggest lie You have got to get out of the nest and fly
There’s a light that sits in the middle of my room. It brightens up the world around me which looks doomed. When I wonder if things will ever get right.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
I start by watching you from across the noise, the room spinning with its own small dramas, but you, you are a quiet center pulling me in.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
