inspirational

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

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕪
Sitting out here in the dewy morning as a balmy breeze stirs my thoughts i realize that life isn't a race to see who gets
By Colleen Walters3 months ago in Poets
Nourish the Mind in Peace and Love
Nourish the Mind in Peace and Love Nourish the mind with peaceful thoughts like morning dew, Allowing hope to gently grow in everything you do. The seeds we plant within ourselves determine what will rise, Whether gardens filled with joy or sorrow in disguise.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Waiting on My Son
I Waiting and waiting. Pacing and pacing. Time for the show to end, but the worries don’t stop. II First time my son is out of sight.
By Dean Traylor3 months ago in Poets
Surviving the Fire
I know life is hell right now Where the gate is closed from the outside world The fire keeps spreading But the gate won't open
By TheAlivePoetess3 months ago in Poets
Virgil Hawkins
I saw the challenge And I planned from a distance for this poem to be deep I teetered toward an eerie tone Pedaled in the direction of erratic
By Jada Ferguson3 months ago in Poets
The reckless joy of the positive
Make eternal peace with all your emotions The reckless joy of the positive The despair of the negative For there is beauty and power in both
By Antoni De'Leon3 months ago in Poets
punctuated with
i do not need to know his ways nor agree on anything. as long as we can talk about those differences. as long as it does not descend to chaos
By ⸘jason alan‽3 months ago in Poets
The almost or presque of between things
Aristaticostle it holds me to a different plain and I don't move that which way I want to to be the good I should be and to avoid the veering and stay the middle ground
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
Don’t Believe Him… He Is a Liar
Don’t Believe Him… He Is a Liar His smile is stitched with borrowed grace, A velvet mask upon his face. He speaks in whispers, soft and low, Planting seeds he’ll never grow.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Rooted in Ash
The trees do not ask why the wind breaks them. They drink the rain that falls from grieving skies, and bury their sorrow where no one can see.
By Nelo3 months ago in Poets
The House Beneath The Scarlet Moon
The House Beneath The Scarlet Moon The house stood silent in the mist. Its windows watched the fading light. The scarlet moon climbed overhead. Awakening another night.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Hard-Hearted Jasmine
Hard-Hearted Jasmine Jasmine wore a smile as sharp as winter glass. She welcomed every neighbour, yet none were meant to last. Behind lace curtains, behind polished doors, she swept away compassion like dust across the floors.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets