inspirational

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

Lemonade Stand
Let’s take our lemons and make lemonade. Let’s squeeze the sting from our pain until it becomes our poise, our passion,
By Hannah Easop8 years ago in Poets
Don't Despair!
Don't despair Dear one, don't despair To despair is to waver In the face of success. To despair is to kill the future
By Mandipa Tecla8 years ago in Poets
Joe's Song
You say it’s normal He doesn't want to hurt you He cries, he screams names at you And you stay there why? Why are you hurting yourself?
By Singster Jones8 years ago in Poets
Sexuality
When I was younger, I never understood that there was more to sexuality than I ever knew My parents never taught me this, and so my reality was very secluded
By Rachel M8 years ago in Poets
Song of Myself
I am the lost soul no aim, nor goal but to wander and to see the world. I am the dancer freely prancing oblivious — in my movements.
By ROXANNE ELKASSIS8 years ago in Poets
The Flower of Her Soul
The flowers represented her soul And she admired every bloom of every season It was not easy to see it all in black or white.
By Yesenia Chaidez8 years ago in Poets
“Shifting”
Longing for change what change…not sure A short time ago, contentment was in arm’s reach Now the harder I try, the further away it runs
By Ashlei Nichole8 years ago in Poets
Colors
I have come to realize in the deep greys of my room what I have become. In those navy blue curtains and charcoal corners I have realized that I am not the monster that my mind's come to make me believe I am.
By Bethany Baggett8 years ago in Poets
The Falling Rain
When you walk up, down and fall Rain wipes out your traces of mistakes Rain takes away all the shadows of your past fears
By E. NATASHA8 years ago in Poets
I Am Nobody
It's commonly thought That music is beautiful Because of the notes And how we simply Find them pleasing But this is not why
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
If You Push Yourself
I’m pushing myself to go out and do something with my life. And while I am, I feel like I’m still failing miserably. I can’t summon up the motivation to actually put my plans in motion.
By Delenn Mulvaney8 years ago in Poets
Pain Turned Into Purpose
Your universe feels like it is disintegrating into a thousand different fragments of despair. You don't understand why you are still breathing when all you want is for the world to stop spinning and for your life to be put on pause so that you can catch up with everyone else's expectations of you.
By Rebecca Ayers8 years ago in Poets