inspirational

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

Where Absence Becomes Presence
This ghazal explores a paradox: how absence can transform into a deeper form of presence. The beloved is no longer external, but internalized—becoming part of the speaker’s being. It’s a philosophical reflection on love beyond possession, where distance dissolves into identity.
By Rahatweb Website3 days ago in Poets
Time Spent
I wish we could spend more time together But no, even that's a lie. We could. We can. We have free will. I wish we chose what we said we wanted.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 days ago in Poets
The Sapling and Dandelion
If only we could learn a lesson from the sapling growing between rocks and soil or the dandelion blooming between concrete
By Jasmine Aguilar3 days ago in Poets
Distant From The Crowds. Top Story - March 2026.
In distant lands, Where contrasting flavours meet on a dusty path, Innocence and boldness intertwine, Forging new values from timeless styles.
By Moon Desert3 days ago in Poets
Sweetie Bird’s Beak-Moving Blues
Introduction: Sweetie Bird’s Beak-Moving Blues By Vicki Lawana Trusselli "I’ve heard the whispers in the writer's groups. I’ve seen the headlines. According to the internet, AI is currently busy plotting a global takeover while simultaneously stealing our creative souls. It’s a great script for a sci-fi thriller and having worked in the film industry, I know a good plot when I see one.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 days ago in Poets
Change
Change. It comes unexpectedly, just like trees when the leaves change colour with the seasons, It's the light breeze that softly whispers, "I dare you," in your ears,
By Carol Ann Townend3 days ago in Poets
7 minutes. Content Warning.
It is my anniversary How do I celebrate 365 days of Bipolar 1 Depression? Broken Stalled Despite my hospitalisations I have failed to establish safety, then recovery
By Pauline Fountain3 days ago in Poets
Sex On The Beach
Sex On The Beach The tide leans close, it whispers low, Salt on skin, a burning glow, Your shadow falls across my chest,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
A Plain Jump
The box was there. And yes, I did care. It was staring at me in the corner this whole time while I was jumping on a single box
By Michael Owczarek3 days ago in Poets
Palo Verde
Many out there might be still calling it a yellow flower, if they happen to lift their gaze, from the phone screen. I can’t.
By Seema Patel4 days ago in Poets
A Children's book
The thin book you must open To find what still is there A glimpse of what is waiting Memories of four wooden chairs The smell of Saturday morning.
By Raine Fielder4 days ago in Poets
Lovely Workplace
Sometimes I feel, I have the best workplace, my dining table. One half is my art studio, the other half holds my laptop.
By Seema Patel4 days ago in Poets