inspirational

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

The First Sounds
The twinkling tune of raindrops, freezing, forming on the limbs The breathy flute like songs, as breezes blow The rattling of the snare drums tapping, resting on the sill, the start of winter waiting to come in
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
The Lantern of Hope
I walk in a peaceful darkness I can't see, yet I'm not afraid I move forward, knowing it will be ok In the distance, I see a flicker of light
By Judith Jaschaabout a year ago in Poets
The Mask of an Introvert
Going to work each day I am surrounded by people Patients, Family Members, Medical Staff A new person moves in, I greet them with a welcoming smile
By Judith Jaschaabout a year ago in Poets
open like
in the twister, intelligent and chaotic not yet compliant with regulations especially for the dramatic effect circles make the world go round
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Whispering Spirits
Whispering Spirits They choose to walk the earth forever more, bound to the weight of words unsaid. They brush against my skin in the dark,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Bewildering As The Stars
So what if I wrote stories when humanity slumbered, and I was so tired that agonized eyes ached for rest? But I didn’t because in the
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
Farewell and Remember
Looking back I desire to share what I've learned Of winding rivers, upward spiraling trees, Monumental mountains and icy blue streams. I will write it all down, my memories great The silvery scales of rainbow trout, the bear, The Alaskan eagle that sores, and the mouse. Becoming a father, afraid and excited Holding the baby you were, guiding the child So proud of the young woman you are, so proud. I have seen the world, its wonders, and secrets Jerusalem's Dome of the Rock, Egypt's great Nile, Mexico City for three years, and France. I've written it down in the Story of Me. I have time yet, to share what I know and don't I bequeath my old quill, parchment, and black ink. Write what you have learned, the good, the bad, the sweet. I give you my journals, my notes - you must read. Read to your children - remember me and smile. My gift to you has been my love, light, and truth. The love of life, the light of knowledge - pure truth.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Poets
The Elemental Self
Air I am wind when no one’s watching, a whisper threading leaf to leaf. I learn to vanish in the breathing, to bend and break without belief.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Poets
I Would
Dear, there may be a day when you question everything, feel like nothing, and don’t know what to do or say to escape it. So you dream instead.
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
Mosaic
Verse 1 Clocks forgot their loyalties, oven blinks 11:11 Phone swears 9:03, radio splits the heaven, Half weather, half poetry, “bring an umbrella,” it sings,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout a year ago in Poets
The Weight of Peace
The Weight of Peace Peace is heavier than war. It asks for honesty, not victory. It makes you sit with yourself, and listen to the echoes you made.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Fond Goodbyes
Brittle air assaults my nostrils, crackling in my head as I inhale deeply, savoring its crisp, clean bite. Morning coffee
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets