Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Shady people lonely nights Bad days and nothing's right Rain clouds follow you No one seems to follow through With plans made because they're involving you
By Marcus Davis9 years ago in Poets
The pigment of my skin tone has never been relevant enough to me to be considered a possible source of contention or derision or dissension, and yet, this has been a major factor in the course of many a life in reference to position and decision.
By Zionaeus Shekhinah9 years ago in Poets
There are days… I wake up in the morning with a tune in my head A warm, sweet tune that helps me get out of bed. A tune that actually makes me anticipate the day.
By Sanjina Gurung9 years ago in Poets
Maybe just maybe I have to keep continuously breaking until all my cracks are filled with light Until all that surrounds me is no longer the dirt that buried me
By Kayla Deaton9 years ago in Poets
I saw myself in the morning mist as it hovered o'er the lake. While I watched the vapor vanish, I realized my fate. The mist keeps rising skyward,
By Fred Bobbitt9 years ago in Poets
In this life, we are trees, but with new life friends, comes new leaves. Yes, we’re blown and whirled about, but sun still shines amidst our doubt.
By Rae Elliott9 years ago in Poets
When I'm around him I feel full and content When I see him the earth stops orbiting and is finally able to rest When I'm with him I don't need anything except him and only him
By nicole9 years ago in Poets
Homophobic man, that I spy. I'm not going to drop and die. Give me all you got. Sorry to disappoint you, but I won’t rot.
By Paul Crocker9 years ago in Poets
Floating around in an oceanic womb. Some so deep in the liquid tomb. Individually invisible to the naked eye. Until they fall from the sky.
Who do you want to be? you are who you want to be dont be fake like those old wallabies today Butterfly, tomorrow might be a Bee
By TopsAy9 years ago in Poets
I was like a balloon on a child's wrist. Being tugged and yanked, my every move was his. All that force began to fray the tether.
Some mornings are harder than others. You wake up and look at yourself in the mirror. You wonder where you went wrong, why you're not enough.
By Aeryka Frausto9 years ago in Poets
