Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
“Nobody is ever “too busy”, if they’re interested, they’ll make time” When we want something, and I mean really want something,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout 20 hours ago in Poets
“Focus on progression not perfection” To “Progress” means to move forward or onward. It is a movement towards a destination or a goal.
“All that, and you’re still standing” Look in the mirror and smile and say: “Well Done”. Yes, you are talking to yourself.
Are you seeing what is going on? Bombs! Bombs! Bombs! Come on people, wake up! Distractions and distractions! Everyone seems lost.
By Muhammad Bayazeedabout 21 hours ago in Poets
The sound of laughter, pure and bright, A touch that sends our spirits to flight. How wonderful to wake each day, Knowing love and care are on their way.
By Fion about 21 hours ago in Poets
A weaker soul would have erased it Never wanting to recall Nerves exposed, completely unfit Impetus as a tethered ball Vile and violent the memories
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout 21 hours ago in Poets
"She spoke of him with such reverence, as if he could part the seas—" "What did you expect? He is her mentor and guide..."
By Sangita Nandiabout 21 hours ago in Poets
In the morning light, shadows fade, Dreams blend with the whispers of dawn. Each step forward feels like a dance, A delicate waltz between hope and fear.
By Avs about 22 hours ago in Poets
Don’t be afraid to stand out There’s nothing wrong with being the odd man out. Go ahead and turn the land out. They might look at you and say “hey you freak”
By Joe Pattersonabout 22 hours ago in Poets
just in awe of life i never thought it would be like this remembering the days my mama sang crying because we didn't have enough money
By R.C. Taylorabout 22 hours ago in Poets
i don't quite understand, how so often i stand in disgust, i can't quietly stand in front of the mirror and trust- how many times have i stood here in front of the glass,
By Josh Morganabout 22 hours ago in Poets
In the depths of the ocean, where no light may reach, Resides a shade of blue that is beyond our speech. Cobalt blue, a color so deep and so serene, A symphony of beauty, a vision to be seen.
By Raj’s Vocalabout 23 hours ago in Poets