Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Mindfulness The practice of what is happening in the here and now. Running or walking Deep cleansing breaths Aware of the sound of your feet as they touch the ground
By Janelle Ouellet8 years ago in Poets
What if we decided to come out of "Hiding?" Whose actions should be on trial with the honorable Judge-Mental Presiding? Questions circulate amongst the hypocritical answers you've
By Michael avant8 years ago in Poets
I'm tired of being a metaphor. I want to be concrete. The creaking of a door, the flickering of the streetlight outside,
By A. Stewart8 years ago in Poets
Like birds they slice through the air. Hips above necks, eyes always, always, closed. They look like they’ve become
By Natasha Lalonde8 years ago in Poets
My heart? That old thing is filled to the brim in anguish, it has been weighted down in my chest for years. It drags my hopes and my dreams down to a place that no one knows how to talk about,
By Leandra Denson8 years ago in Poets
Where Do You Find (Lost) Confidence? I find it in the quiet. I find it in "the still, small voice at the end of the day that says, 'I will try again tomorrow.'"
By Nicole Ozment8 years ago in Poets
Half-buried in the coarse sand, mostly submerged under a sheen of foam constantly renewed by the now gentle, now violent lapping or crashing of the waves,
By Nathan Heard8 years ago in Poets
My skin The color of my skin To be honest, is lightened But mentally, is mixed melanin But due to wrongful treatment Of me way back when
By Jordan Velez8 years ago in Poets
It springs from the ashes of a devastating fire and yet I cling to the chance that the pain, the charred ground, the wasteland,
what's the true definition? Most are kind and sweet , some are mean and strict. Me I am a MOM, I am all of the above. A friend
By dorisi cordero8 years ago in Poets
Boredom is the result and cause of all creation, Why else lay below the stars and call them constellations? Don't be fooled,
By Jacob Bruce8 years ago in Poets
I'm slowly realizing the change in me From self denial of who I'm destined to be The fadin colors start to look sharper to me
