inspirational

Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.

Storms for a Moment
Rain falls and hits the ground, Washing whatever evidence there may have been away, It makes a pounding sound, The rain may be around for a while, but never long enough to stay.
By Kayleigh Harper8 years ago in Poets
The Honest Working Man...
The Honest working Man. I’m a Honest Working Man, been doing the best I can. With these callused, worn hands... I make my pay.
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
Love
Love is an addiction fueled by the emotions, flowing like the current of the ocean, with a few bumps every now and then, Love is a risk we all take, with a superficial, false image most times, because of the past examples placed in a case, not always full of trophies, on the highest plateau set in our individual heads—logic often used for lust, mistaken for love.
By Diamond Dreams Movement8 years ago in Poets
Where Children Go
You know those places that only children know? The nooks and cranny’s; the hideaways that grown-ups don’t think about? That’s where imagination lives.
By Sammi Nash8 years ago in Poets
The Mind's Pollution
Skies are clouded, covered in shades of gray The darkness blocks out the light of day, I guess that's a metaphor of our minds,
By Autumn Best8 years ago in Poets
Time
We race against a clock, A constant we cannot suspend A snare we can’t detect. Time loans to us its minutes, What seems to be a generous gift,
By Alexa Greenwald8 years ago in Poets
Same As Always
Never thought that I would feel better. It was better than years ago. Better than a stupid letter. They were right when they said I stand my ground.
By Kayleigh Harper8 years ago in Poets
The Special Sense That Sometimes Lives in My Heart…
There is a beautiful feeling that sometimes lives in my heart, In my soul I feel my father is close to me, and loves me, he is in my heart.
By Anna Christian8 years ago in Poets
Love You More Epilogue
I'm 18 now, sitting on the ground Two years past the hurt you left me with Memories of bruises still haunt my skin I don't know if the nightmares ever will end
By Sarah Holdsworth8 years ago in Poets
Our King
Stripped of fear and fault for all Our king reigns true and heals the sick Made such love from every fall In worlds of wonder, when Good's call
By Nicholas Goodman8 years ago in Poets
The Patriarchy Under My Bed
Our world is far from perfect. It is not a sunny place. It is not a paradise, it is a sour slap in the face. It is a scale tipped too far to one side.
By VOCAL IS PUBLISHING SCAM - YOU WILL NOT SEE ANY MORE MATERIAL FROM ME8 years ago in Poets
Ode to a Hidden Child
It was this empty kind of death. An eternal sunken slumber. Since my beginning breath, I had felt since I could remember
By VOCAL IS PUBLISHING SCAM - YOU WILL NOT SEE ANY MORE MATERIAL FROM ME8 years ago in Poets