Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
We lit lanterns though the rain We lit lanterns though the rain was cruel. You said the light would find its way, and I wanted to believe that.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
there is a quiet house that glows in the night all across the world and you can see it if you squint—those large, golden windows, pretty firelight lanterns flickering beyond the panes
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
I have nothing left but a flicker — a trembling breath inside the ruins of yesterday. The stars stopped listening a long time ago,
By Saqib Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
Introduction I saw this word on Pointless tonight. If you don't know what Pointless is check out this story: I wanted to record this word, and the best way is in a new poetic form for me.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Oct 8th, 2025 ~ New Beginnings! ~ Beginnings, Beginnings, And thus The New Beginnings Begins! Line upon line Precept upon precept,
By Jennifer Cooleyabout a year ago in Poets
I found the trail had circled back— the dust was mine, the breath, the beat. The stars I’d followed turned to track my shadow down the mirrored street.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Poets
LMonster Mash Dance Under the moon so cold and bright, the graveyard wakes on Halloween night. From tombs and shadows they all dash,
The Clock Beneath the River There is a clock beneath the river. It ticks where no sound can live. I saw it once through broken water,
Lanterns in the Rain We lit lanterns though the rain was cruel. You said the light would find its way, and I wanted to believe that.
May we find ourselves one quiet morning - not in a rush, not in a race, but in a soft slowness, where the light spills through the blinds
By Zakari Rungeabout a year ago in Poets
Introduction Another wonderful image shared by The Enchanted Booklet Here. The music is "Entangled" from "A Trick Of The Tail" by Genesis
I don’t meet God in thunder. I meet Him in the small things— the way light settles on water, the breath before speaking,
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
