Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
The Eyes Inside My Mind I drew five circles on the page, but flowers they became, each one opened like an eye and softly called my name.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
WE LOVED BEFORE THE WORLD HAD A NAME I met you at a railway station, One cold November night, Yet something in your gentle eyes, Made everything feel right.
THE GRAVE THAT GREW A DOOR I walked into the churchyard, Where my darling laid asleep, I carried all my memories, And promises to keep.
DEATH CAME KNOCKING AT MIDNIGHT Death came knocking at midnight, With moonlight in his hair, He stood beneath my porchlight, As though he belonged there.
I SEEN THE MOON IN A JAM JAR I seen the moon in a jam jar, Upon an old market stall, It wasn’t very big that night, It wasn’t round at all.
THE MAN WHO SOLD YESTERDAYS A man came knocking at my door, With yesterday’s for sale, He carried them inside a box, All tied with ribbons pale.
WHY ARE DREAMS SO FOOLISH? Why are dreams so foolish, Why do they bring you near? Why do they let me touch your face, When you are nowhere here?
If life were a game of chess most people would be pawns Bottom of the barrel Feeling used by the more "important": pieces
By Donny Foley2 months ago in Poets
You are perfect just the way you are, There is always room for improvement and healthy changes, Change to grow as an individual to make yourself better, stronger, beautiful,
By Jen Phillips2 months ago in Poets
You’re beautiful: You see what is off in your appearance. You’re intelligent: You know how hard you’ve worked to get to where you are.
A world full of hate, war and greed, No one even seems to care, They only care about the ones who can't keep up; it's not the type of care you think it is.
WHY THE SEA CHASES THE MOON (A Sulmari Tale) Come closer. The night has ears. And this story does not like to shout. Before your grandmother—
By Stephanie Wright2 months ago in Poets
