Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
When I grow up I will live in the top of a volcano I’ll see the sun rising and the sun going to bed I’ll look at the moon and the stars every night
By Teresa Gubern8 years ago in Poets
What is it you want in life? As time goes by so fast in all our lives, Grab whatever makes you happy, Find it, hold on for dear life,
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
I am a wallflower Fixed together with stem and pieces of matter formed together to bloom into something more Stretching and growing to full potential but too shy to really expand what is right there in front of them
By Brittanee Alexandria8 years ago in Poets
if you stare blankly into the sky for a minute, you may feel a bit dizzy. if you stay put to the ground and close your eyes, you may start letting go, little by little, at your own pace, you start becoming who you want to be.
By Nicole Morán8 years ago in Poets
Almost is a word Best served when trying to Come up with a reason for Denouncing your responsibility Even though you know
By Ghost G.8 years ago in Poets
As a way of centering myself I wanted to drive by my old high school and My old house. A Sucker for nostalgia, I was surprised to see that
By Misty Kate8 years ago in Poets
The emotions you feel seep into me. The ideas you share sway me. I hope that you see it impacts me greatly. I am no longer just me.
human. a fish out of water. a seashell. left forgotten. birthed into an abyss. city of terror. sea of nightmares.
By NaSadè Gray8 years ago in Poets
I'm getting stronger... With every day that passes, I'm getting stronger. Though I still see your face in my dreams, I'm getting stronger.
By Jennyfur8 years ago in Poets
I don't remember when I pulled the curtains down... Blocked out the sun and gazed at the moon. In my lonely hours it shined down on me.
By Liga Stromberga8 years ago in Poets
Everyone wants it.. just the thought of it is magic. The fame and the fortune.. fancy clothes, name brand glasses. A big house on a hill, far, far away..
By Jay Briggs8 years ago in Poets
Deep down in the wraths of hell, Abuse, pain, grief, & sorrow. Isolated as a runt of the liter, Not strong as her brother & sisters.
By Cee H8 years ago in Poets
