Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Darkness all around, violence the only sound. The light walks and the darkness knows it not. Day by day, they all fall and here in the light I stay. Warning the children of their wayward ways; hoping they hear and will turn away.
By Mindy Sleeper8 years ago in Poets
It’s okay to be soft. If that is who you are- be gentle, be loving Wear your heart on your sleeve. But protect your vulnerability fiercely with a shield of unshakeable strength.
By n vash8 years ago in Poets
Father's hand The ubiquity of beauty and loving the light the omnipresence of day's transition to night Let Fibonacci free, a newly found sight
By Mike Emby8 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I sing and dance to rhythm and blues I've been down this road before and this time I'm staying true She is a blissful chaos, full of soul and a sweet attitude
By Bryan RJ Delorme8 years ago in Poets
It's been year after year The same old summer story The sky might feel all clear but there is this feel that something is wrong
By danvadimovna8 years ago in Poets
Be a mountain. Stand tall. Give shade to those below you. Be someone others look up to. but remember A mountain is not plastic.
I was welcomed by the London Eye.Big Ben stands beyond the fog.We never noticed the grass was wet. Namco Arcade warps us to BlackpoolAnd Las Vegas with flashing lights,Colourful mascots and underground bowling.
By Chloe Gilholy8 years ago in Poets
My inspiration has run dry, like a river named denial. I will find myself again. I will find my way through the woods on this broken yellow brick road.
By Amanda Zylstra8 years ago in Poets
Jobs, Obligations, Problems- Everything on the hanger left, And embark on the rhythm of music, All inhibitions forget.
By Arzun Nasufova8 years ago in Poets
When you’re thinking negative… When it’s a struggle just to live. When life don’t make no kind of sense…You’ve had enough of the pretense.
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
Make me over a stone on the roll, trample and shake off old moss The waste and detritus, it flies away, a most agreeable loss
By Daniel Cole8 years ago in Poets
You have to grow up, to love life. Even with a broken heart to hug! You have to grow up, to forget insults. From friends stuck,
