Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Hop out of bed. Pull on those sticky trousers, dried with the remnants of humming hopped beer, fasten the crisped laces of your stained boots built for the brewer and hop out of bed.
By Jack Robertson9 years ago in Poets
Time is a valuable thing. There are only so many moments available in each day. Use your time wisely. Don't stew in your misery.
By Amanda Zylstra9 years ago in Poets
When I think of the holidays, I think of family all around, Everyone together again, Letting warmth, love, and laughter abound.
By Susan K9 years ago in Poets
My goodness, who are you? Where did you come from? Where have I seen you? Your face no longer lingers with a stinging red heat from those little bumps of backed up oil on the surface of your skin. You've discontinued the motion of crossing your arms and pinching at your shirt when you speak. You do not slouch, rather stand straight without that bitter face I once knew.
By Dri ~9 years ago in Poets
Should i stay? Should i go Will anyone notice either way So many highs so many lows Am i in this alone? Lately i've been conflicted
By Simon Macodemba9 years ago in Poets
I am not waiting to be found, or discovered; like the next planet or a new species. I am waiting to be seen: appreciated,
By Jordan Sophia Thomas9 years ago in Poets
The destroyer manifested itself, as we failed to create something better. Some of us love though it pains us and some of us hate just for pleasure.
By Chad Burke9 years ago in Poets
Today, I thought of you in God’s perfect plan. So go ahead, and place the oil of joy on your hands. Use it freely, my child. Smile where there is sadness and tears.
By Shirley Hampton9 years ago in Poets
The star stares at you and ask in shadow of a doubt Are you able to survive in the darkness of the world's night? The moon smiles writing in the light
By E. NATASHA9 years ago in Poets
Demon, Demon In my ears screaming, I could hear you scheming, All my life. Demon, Demon In my dreams appearing, Is it fear you’re speaking
By Alex C-B9 years ago in Poets
I've seen the River Rise Letting the water run down I've seen it wash Away my Iniquities and Perplexities. Rising up to meet me.
By Fernando Rover9 years ago in Poets
There's a sound that can take us away from this cruel cold world, Stare at the ground, If our eyes were to meet the ice would break beneath our feet,
By Chloe Urquhart9 years ago in Poets
