Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
You know why it’s so easy to write about being sad? Because everyone knows sad, everyone relates to sad. Everyone cries and knows how bad
By Eimear Devlin9 years ago in Poets
From a young age, she knew Not just what she wanted, but who she wanted to become From a young age, some people simply did not understand
By Yesenia Chaidez9 years ago in Poets
Looking up at the same stars and moon all these nights wishing there was just one person who would try and understand me the way you naturally do.
By Rebecca Williams9 years ago in Poets
October Again. As I gaze out warm side of the window pane... The darkness is fading, there is no sign of rain. I hear the birds singing, I think of how much has changed.
By Steven Baldry9 years ago in Poets
I imagine I’m growing a spiritual flower That only you can see And I’m sending it with all my love From Earth to Heaven, to you from me
By Erica Stewart9 years ago in Poets
That warmth, that fire. That is inside of everyone. Surrounds them, surrounds me. Starts warming our souls. Ignites our passion.
By Jamie Probstfield9 years ago in Poets
deep indigo mornings, my slumber breaks my name is Five More Minutes, Please playing chauffeur to the bickering children i live with
By Fatima Rodriguez9 years ago in Poets
Dirty Diapers, laundry, gum in hair, messy rooms, dishes, ripped teddy bear… The stresses of motherhood are never ending, from tying shoes to storytelling,
By Elizabeth Cummings9 years ago in Poets
Even though your beauty comes in forms of hurt, painted by different shades of red, You must learn to evolve from such standards
By Rachel Bene9 years ago in Poets
Strong. Do you know the meaning? Of this extremely powerful word? Will. The will to live, Is a strong one, Do you have it?
By Cierra Merryman9 years ago in Poets
Today death knocked on my door, so I answered and said hello. I invited him in and offered him a cup of herbal tea. I told him to make himself at home while the water boiled.
By Bonnie-lee Sweeten9 years ago in Poets
Write! Words perceived as grains of sand, the pages they fall on the world. They create beaches, deserts, great storms of sand carried on the wind. There is an ocean of words defining perception, creating history, evolving language.
By Joseph Marra9 years ago in Poets
