Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
The Artist The Artist sits with his sword, shifting it around with his finger-tips. He draws it in, and gently places it on his old, maple wooden desk,
By Marjorie Milly8 years ago in Poets
What aura fills my genetic makeup? Will I do well enough to raise it back up? Will I do so bad it takes a nosedive? The cloud is real.
By Alex Maurice8 years ago in Poets
There once was a mom, who tried her very best Yet that did not stop her from being overly stressed Bills upon bills, and making everyone happy
By Brandi Espy8 years ago in Poets
I remember when I was born and the doctors said I wouldn’t survive, But I lived a very long life, even if I wasn’t always alive.
By Z D A8 years ago in Poets
When you have Body Dysmorphia You stand in front of a mirror That belongs in a fun house It doesn't matter the size Or even how it's made
By Ashley Sue Chambers8 years ago in Poets
CHANGE IS ON THE WAY. Change is on the way There are some of us Who want to live and love Be with our family Not looking at panoramic grey
By Dylan Morgan8 years ago in Poets
A Shadow Of the Man I used to be. When things are destined, When they are meant to be... They fall into place so easily.
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
Hush, don't say a word. Can you hear this stirring of the leaves outside the window? Can you hear it? It's only half past noon and the day is moving forward in an endless journey.
By Raul Gudino8 years ago in Poets
so many people too many times so far away from life looking down the road the long way? or the short painful way? which will you choose?
By Visionary Ghostwriter8 years ago in Poets
Tall gazes at towering trees staring in reverence at a novice squirrel teething an acorn, she gazes on small playful bruises on
By Tabitha Reno8 years ago in Poets
In a hospital room a person is born Screaming, undisciplined, it enters the world What's ahead is unknown, what's behind is trivial
By Jesse Booker8 years ago in Poets
I'm torn in half cut deep inside by these demons I try to hide painted face bricked up walls hold myself strong and tall
By Di Beck8 years ago in Poets
