Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
HOW DEEP IS THE SEA How deep is the sea? I asked from the shore, It whispered, come closer, There’s always much more. Beneath all the silver Beneath all the blue, Are gardens of coral That sunlight shines through.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
HOW SALTY IS THE SEA How salty is the sea? I tasted one drop, It danced on my tongue And refused there to stop. It tasted of journeys Of ships sailing through, Of mornings in silver And evenings in blue.
Note: I found an old comment of mine under a video on the rise of Instapoetry. This is my comment on a critique. KD All best-sellers?
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Poets
The old lockbox There’s times I wake up feeling lonely, dreaming someone might be my only. But life moves on and no one knocks, hope stays hidden in an old lockbox.
It's not a place on a map but it's somewhere you go Just after the beaches and before the snow A world of wild wonder where the fireflies rest And the leaves pile under as trees are getting undressed
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
Everything happens by chance. What you didn't get was never truly yours. The wounds you've suffered are what make you wiser.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 months ago in Poets
When I was infected, I cupped my hands around my terror, lips toward the earth, spine toward the heavens, and my knees tucked into my heart, spores feasting on my mind.
By Natasha Collazo2 months ago in Poets
The sun is risen with red and orange bleeding high above the vast horizon. Now it is morning, you are forgiven; the sun is risen. - There will be justice when hands relinquish their need for vengeance. Blood red and orange trace where white light crept across His canvas: it belongs to Him. - The moon has risen; the eyes have opened where heaven begins. Not one tear you shed has gone unnoticed; the stars do not rest when the night here ends. - The edge of the depths erase footprints left of any sin tread into sifting sand, and darkness flees west from the promise kept where the sun is met. - It has been witnessed. The sun is risen with red and orange bleeding high above the vast horizon. You are forgiven; the sun is risen. - - -
By Sara Wynn2 months ago in Poets
IMPRISONED BY MY FAT BODY I wake inside this body That feels no longer mine, A prison built around me One pound at any time.
MY BROTHERS, MY FRIENDS We shared the same beginnings, The same familiar door, We ran around as children And argued on the floor.
FLY AWAY, LITTLE BIRD I found you in the winter, Your feathers wet with rain, Your tiny wings were trembling, Your eyes were filled with pain.
IF GOD CAME DOWN FROM HEAVEN ** If God came down from Heaven to walk amidst mankind, I wonder just what He would think and all the things He’d find.
By Margaret Brennan2 months ago in Poets
