Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I'd like to write a poem. Something moving, something wise. I'd like my words to linger, long after my demise I'd like to write of daffodils and lonely, wandering clouds
By Kacie Kasper8 years ago in Poets
This...Is a poem about the love of my life, food. Food is good. Food is great. Wanting more of what I JUST ate. Cookout. Chick-Fil-A.
By Joy B8 years ago in Poets
I spend most of my days lost. Lost in mundane activities. Locking my brain out of anything that is too much... Too much happiness or too much sadness, too much anger or joy.
By Alison G8 years ago in Poets
The rain was beautiful today. It came down stronger than in recent memory. So fierce the roads were like rivers. I loved every drop of it.
By Johnny O'Neill8 years ago in Poets
This has been a long time since. A long time coming like the end of this sentence. A long-sword thrust and there is my vengeance.
By Jacob Parnell8 years ago in Poets
'P' is for people, 'Cause that's what we are. We all have the same blood, Same organs, same heart. 'R's for respect; It's what we should give.
By Jaz Leigh8 years ago in Poets
Dear Student I forgive you for stomping that giant erect phallus Into the pristine snow Of the playground. The rounded droop, lightly shadowed
By David Bulley8 years ago in Poets
'Help me!' she tries to say but the words are trapped inside,too scared to even whisper. "My dear why do you hide?"Across her fragile body the jagged scars all showyet she says nothing. "You hurt, is that not so?"
By Jamie Wills8 years ago in Poets
Smile For you know not the beauty that is your soul Smile For you know not the power that you hold Smile For you are not your past or your worst
By James Stevison8 years ago in Poets
Just because I'm short doesn't mean I can't hold my ground, doesn't mean I can't do things for myself and doesn't mean you can belittle me
By Antwoine Hedgepeth8 years ago in Poets
Lift your face up from the magazine And look me in the eye The mirror is not where your identity lies. Didn’t you realize
By Rachel Dow8 years ago in Poets
I am yielding much like water. I most always choose the path least resistant. Some are wise to channel the energy that drives me.
By Sue Hillhouse8 years ago in Poets
