inspirational

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

A Place Called October
Ivy covered cottages line streets of cobblestone Chimneys puff the sweetest smell of smoke Jack-o-lantern greeters smile everywhere you go
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
THE ONE-EYED MOON SEES ALL
THE ONE-EYED MOON SEES ALL The one-eyed moon sees everything, it never goes to sleep, it watches all our happiness, and every tear we weep.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
THE BIRD THAT STOLE THE WIND
THE BIRD THAT STOLE THE WIND I saw a strange red bird today, It floated through my mind, It wore a coat of scarlet red And carried off the wind.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
THE TREE AT MY WINDOW
THE TREE AT MY WINDOW A tree came knocking at my glass, I asked it what it knew. It waved its leaves and whispered, “I’ve come to live with you.”
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
My Old Corgi Mix
My old corgi mix on the floor. Chest heaving, as she snores. *** Her long life nears an end, for she barely moves with the grace
By Dean Traylor2 months ago in Poets
DOUGHNUTS IN MY HEAD
DOUGHNUTS IN MY HEAD Doughnuts in my head tonight, spinning round in yellow light, thoughts are dripping down the wall, I cannot catch them all.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Popham in October
The beach is quieter now. Summer has slipped away like a gull lifting off without a sound. Only the steady pulse of the Atlantic remains, a heartbeat older than anything I know. I sit where the tide curls in, letting the cold sand hold me like an old friend.
By Syl De'Vil2 months ago in Poets
Where the Porch Lights Stay On
October is a town at the edge of Popham Beach where the porch lights come on early and stay lit long after the tide has fallen asleep.
By Syl De'Vil2 months ago in Poets
THE FACE OF FORTUNE
THE FACE OF FORTUNE ByStare at the face of fortune, when your money’s running low, do just what I’m telling you, and watch the good things flow.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Clock Makers Daughter
THE CLOCKMAKER’S DAUGHTER In seventeen hundred The candles burned low, And horses pulled coaches Through frost and through snow.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
THE WISE DONKEY
THE WISE DONKEY There once was a donkey called Fred, with more strange thoughts in his head, he wore a big hat in the sun, and thought being wise looked like fun.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
THE GIRL BESIDE THE CHIMNEY
THE GIRL BESIDE THE CHIMNEY In eighteen hundred The factories cried, Their chimneys made shadows That darkened the sky.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets