Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
No No Have you ever thought about how good that is to say? When you feel like the world is treating you In a bad way? It's amazing
By Charlotte Hansell8 years ago in Poets
I told you last time today is today so live your life I told you tomorrow will be the same if you don't make change I told you the past
By Dana Sheridan8 years ago in Poets
I'm different, in my looks, height, weight, hair, tattoos. My behavior, I laugh at different things, things other people wouldn't find
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
For my birthday, we are planning to go to Build-a-Bear. We want to put glowing red eyes and record Trevor saying "I am going to love you forever and ever" in a creepy voice.
I like words. Love them. I like ugly words, pretty words, Short words and long words. I like the way they make me feel, the way they make you feel,
By Daniela Granados8 years ago in Poets
Perfectly imperfect is exactly what I am. Love me or leave me but take me as I am. Beautifully broken but stronger than ever.
By Sammy James8 years ago in Poets
Beautiful Rose. I know last night you never slept a wink... All you could do was lay in darkness and think... Of what will happen...
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
I am a fighter, I am a hater, I am a lover, and I am a forgiver. But do not dare call me condescending or a hypocrite. Watch where you are walking along my path.
By R.A. Hudson8 years ago in Poets
Rejection; Don't ask questions- The pain of the truth Could be harder Than to avoid temptation. Don't hurt them; They're stupid
By Megan Lechelt8 years ago in Poets
You tied the knot In angelic white garb A recollection fills me With a beautiful relation Wacky and wit fill a half Painful conformity is drowned
By Alex Maurice8 years ago in Poets
As Good As It Gets. What if, this right here right now... Is As Good As It Gets ! Will you rest your head content... As the evening sun slowly sets.
I was born with two wings bordering my spine as white as a star formed from snow. Years edged on; they were picked at, tainted, severed.
By Kristin Breitkreutz8 years ago in Poets
