Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
There are no unexpected encounters in lifeβonly arrangements we havenβt yet understood. Every encounter holds profound meaning; no one enters your life by chance.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing10 days ago in Poets
Peace Floating In The Air Peace floats in the air like a breath not yet spoken, A feather unburdened by hurry or weight. It drifts through the quiet with effortless grace,
By Marie381Uk 10 days ago in Poets
I Came A Long Way To Watch A Snowman Dance I came a long way through quiet streets and time, With cold in my pockets and hope in my hands.
β¨ They say that our morality proves the existence of an intelligent Creator with a personal interest and a perfect morality
By Colleen Walters10 days ago in Poets
Solitude for the sake of solitude can be rewarding, if your mental migration returns you to the source of your hurting.
By Kale Sinclair10 days ago in Poets
My body remembers before my mind does the way my shoulders climb When a door shuts too hard, The way my stomach goes quiet
By Milan Milic10 days ago in Poets
Each year my pulse outruns the melting street, I sense the thaw before it hits my feet. Winter passes by slowly, and I become resigned,
By Anthony Chan10 days ago in Poets
It is time for the transformation. It is not goodbye, rather a new beginning. There could be a small rally. That is a normal happening, a short delay.
By Andrea Corwin 10 days ago in Poets
Prayers for safety, prayers for peace,
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast10 days ago in Poets
If ever the world grows loud and cold, And the stories of old begin to unfold, Step away from the noise and the light, Learn the soft language of the night.
By Shazzed Hossain Shajal10 days ago in Poets
Neat. Clean. Tidy. Kept. My roses always bloom I eat smiles for breakfast Hope is my chaser I drink it down really fast when despair attempts toxicity
By Marilyn Glover11 days ago in Poets
Hope is the heather that grows on mountains of despair, Sparse splotches of lively green and royal lavender, Across the wide stripped grey of rocky graves.
By Conor Matthews11 days ago in Poets
