inspirational

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

To My Fans
To anyone who has read or appreciated my words and thoughts, I want to thank you so much. This site and you have helped me find myself, gave me courage and the strength.
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
Remember
On NOVEMBER 11th we remember the Strong, the soldiers who fought hard and died for us. For our freedom for all our lives
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
Steel Flowers
I'm lonely. I feel like I'm not good enough for anyone. Not funny enough, not interesting enough. The people that used to make me so happy now turn me a blind eye. I sit alone, now just wanting the music like honey in my ears and my own lonely heart closed in on myself. I'd forgotten what it felt like to be truly lonely, but now I feel the same sad weight, the same gathering of strength like a bouquet of dead flowers. I hold them close to me, breathe in their broken scent I will make it through this. I will make it through this because I know I will. I will make it through this because I know I did it last time. I will make it through this because I know that under this fragile heart, I have a body of iron and a mind of titanium. I am an embodiment of strength and darling,
By beeksss 8 years ago in Poets
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Do you ever feel you have a self destruct switch? Or sometimes feel as if you cant even be human? All the feelings and emotions take over, you just want it all to STOP.
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
Wild Thoughts
There is so much running through my head daily. Like, I wonder how much is this all going to be worth when I make it big.
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
How To Write a Poem
First you stare at some furniture as you let yourself feel every ounce of everything from a stubbed toe to the truth. Crying in the shower is also acceptable way of meditating on these things.
By Belle Denka8 years ago in Poets
Slow Race
Life is a race, At a slow pace, There are dangers to face, Do you know your place? Are you in it like Myspace? I don’t know if this is my race,
By Jacquez Narbaez8 years ago in Poets
Rose Colored Glasses
I've always felt things differently and deeply than everyone around me seeing the world with my Rose Colored Glasses half on I've always wondered if the moon and the stars followed me like they specifically chose me to lead them into Infinity I wonder what it would be like to dance with the Sun and chase with the sunset and not get burned and have no regrets wonder what would happen if we took a minute to enjoy the world around us and everything that's in it and that God took time to take this little speck of dust and turn it into us. All these things I wondered when I was little but now I know the stars and the moon were not following me I was following them And they were leading me into Infinity. And I was always dancing with the sun and chasing the sunset but instead Of getting burned which is sometimes required I became the fire. A nice little diamond in the rough, you can't break me I was meant I cut. I was meant to live my life with no regrets, so no its not them that keeps me up at night its the poetry in my heart, the music in my soul, its a story that needs to be told. 9-30-17
By cheyenne 8 years ago in Poets
Remember Me
I hope someday, when my time has come, that you remember me. I hope you remember all the times we laughed, All the times we cried.
By Zephryna Lunatari8 years ago in Poets
Drama
She says heart of gold You say selfless is not The years are past The years stay on Love I bet Hatred I hope not Words come from the mouth
By Alex Maurice8 years ago in Poets
A Poem
A Poem A Poem, is like a rhyme, You may read it, And think I'm Waisting my time. Other poems, Get stuck in your head,
By Ramon D8 years ago in Poets
Swallowing Death
I stand in front of the mirror and an unknown reflection stares back at me. My eyes flicker back and forth taking this new person in. She's the same height as me she has the same eyes and even the same freckles but her face looks worn and tired, her figure has grown fuller and the once hour glass shape I loved so much is replaced with excess skin and saggy lumps.
By Danielle Schoch8 years ago in Poets