Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I am sitting here In sweet quiet solitude My eyes are softly closed It is a rainy Sunday morning I have nowhere to be I have nothing to do
By Creative Hub9 years ago in Poets
I fall into this trance This state of mind where I think of a dance The ocean people awaken and above the water they run
By Jamal Hamadani9 years ago in Poets
I watched Salvation Army clean out my neighbors home. They load up furniture from the 70's, old records, and a collection of tacky lamps.
By Amanda Zylstra9 years ago in Poets
It's been a long rough road to get where I'm at today I've come a long way to attain calmness and stillness to my own dismay
By Bryan RJ Delorme9 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I feel like I could sleep forever and never wake up. I could bury myself in the ground and stay for eternity. I’d spread pretty flowers over my grave where they’d always grow.
By Cheyanne Young9 years ago in Poets
Darkness all around, violence the only sound. The light walks and the darkness knows it not. Day by day, they all fall and here in the light I stay. Warning the children of their wayward ways; hoping they hear and will turn away.
By Mindy Sleeper9 years ago in Poets
It’s okay to be soft. If that is who you are- be gentle, be loving Wear your heart on your sleeve. But protect your vulnerability fiercely with a shield of unshakeable strength.
By n vash9 years ago in Poets
Father's hand The ubiquity of beauty and loving the light the omnipresence of day's transition to night Let Fibonacci free, a newly found sight
By Mike Emby9 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I sing and dance to rhythm and blues I've been down this road before and this time I'm staying true She is a blissful chaos, full of soul and a sweet attitude
It's been year after year The same old summer story The sky might feel all clear but there is this feel that something is wrong
By danvadimovna9 years ago in Poets
Be a mountain. Stand tall. Give shade to those below you. Be someone others look up to. but remember A mountain is not plastic.
I was welcomed by the London Eye.Big Ben stands beyond the fog.We never noticed the grass was wet. Namco Arcade warps us to BlackpoolAnd Las Vegas with flashing lights,Colourful mascots and underground bowling.
By Chloe Gilholy9 years ago in Poets
