inspirational

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

Forbidden
Erratic bass sends waves of vibration through my veins, As each breath takes me deeper and deeper, I slip and fall into a pool of exotic illumination,
By Brandon Harding8 years ago in Poets
Silent Ambiance
Who is this speaking? It doesn’t sound like me. Being loud and outrageous, It’s not me. Set by an invisible mass, And it feels like you’re the only one,
By Alex A.8 years ago in Poets
365 Days, 365 Poems 2
10/03/2017 I watched the horrific scenes in Las Vegas unfold, it was a nightmare that shook the whole world. The look in their eyes, all I see is pain,
By Jamie Cannes8 years ago in Poets
Drown Out The Darkness
You are not allowed to judge someone based on the color of their skin Judge the color of their words Are they fluorescent incandescent blends?
By Jade Lamb8 years ago in Poets
Today's Moon
Today's moon spies us, as usual and like never before Let's see if our love today does not hide To see if in our love today the moon is found
By Andrea Rodriguez8 years ago in Poets
I've Been Looking at the Sun Lately
I've been hearing a lot lately that the world is ending. But how can it be ending if I've only just started living? I've been looking at the sun lately: it coming up in the morning, it going down at night. Telling me the beginning and ending of everyday I have on this earth.
By Dennis Begley8 years ago in Poets
Say a Word
Say a Word – A heart Unmuzzled in darken Silence – The Only witching wonderful Witness – The guiding Lamp of Intellect –
By Eric Wegner8 years ago in Poets
.secaf....faces.
There are faces in my head. Ones I don't remember yet. People quite often turn up dead. There are memories in my head. Ones I'd like to forget. People aren't what they seem, quite often turn out mean.
By Baby Pat8 years ago in Poets
Get Up
Come on, get up, there's a light ahead you must fight til you're dead. They may knock you down but never stay on the ground.
By ElRey Niffen8 years ago in Poets
Walk Again
When I was 18 years old I fell hopelessly I love With a boy who couldn’t find it in himself To love me It was spring break
By Mikaela England8 years ago in Poets
Love Her
Don't pity the girl with a broken soul. She does not need pity. She only needs love. The real kind. The love that would swim oceans for her.
By Emily Snyder8 years ago in Poets
The Traveler
The letter you wrote from the top of the mountains To reach the sky takes a million dreams that crazy alive Maybe the mist will cover part of your way to going up
By E. NATASHA8 years ago in Poets