Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Part One when can I overcome this endeavour? How can I make this even better? It's been a while since I had any success The future looks so dim and grotesque
By Sam Fir8 years ago in Poets
To have the feeling likes your hearts been ripped out of your chest and yet you're still Standing!... To say yeah I've lost friends that were most close to my heart but I had to let some of them Go!
By Joely Millan8 years ago in Poets
Why spend so much money on toys When the fun is all in our imagination? Simple things are what fills kids with joy Be ware of the materialistic inventions
By Nadine Almeida8 years ago in Poets
Stories are just a vivid description of the author's imagination. Never underestimate the power of words. It can inspire you, it can bore you. It can make you laugh. It can make you cry. It will make you wonder and ask why.
By Chasity Sosa8 years ago in Poets
You can have anyone in your lifeAnd still not really even know them,Or truly even understand them, Its frustrating, everyone keeps changing,
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
I stared off into the distance, wondering yet again what my purpose was. What is the point of life? Why do we do all the things we do?
By Mika B8 years ago in Poets
Hey you, the girl with the tiger stripes on her thighs, I love you, From your tippy toes to your eyes, Hey you, The girl with the extra cushion,
By SHOOKđź‘€8 years ago in Poets
Contemplating of life, wondering who will I love Words left unspoken, is it because I am broken? Shattered to a million pieces, my soul is taken over by these demons
By Abigail martinez8 years ago in Poets
There is hardly any sounds anymore That aren't mingled with shouts and cries. All the notes have fallen from the pages Where the music dies.
By Emily Schwartz8 years ago in Poets
Just Let Them Go Whoever it was that came to mind That person who broke your heart Or left you with so many unanswered questions
By Tatiana Raudales8 years ago in Poets
She doesn’t listen to warnings, Of mind your manners and don’t fight. She hates the mornings, But revels in the late hours of the night.
I am a daughter, a friend, a loved one with good intentions. An old soul that walks the edge of the earth wearing a smile cheek to cheek with simultaneous tears streaming down her face.
By Bailey D8 years ago in Poets
