inspirational

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

shayfe Shiphrah8 hours ago
I Fall Hard
If I was an exquisite bottle of perfume The words at the end of my commercial will read in bold letters Just before the waves crash into the sunset "SHAYFE" Then the sultry voice over will say "fall h...
Anthony Ferrer9 hours ago
Inhabitant of the Mind
Inhabitant of the Mind There is a creature, that the young and the old fear. It creeps and crawls…following victims. It can move very fast, or very slow.
Fred Bobbitt10 hours ago
For Robby
God grant me the innocence of a child. Let me live in awe of the beauty of your creation, wonder at the sight of a dandelion or robin egg. Let me appreciate the beauty of a white cloud against a sparkling blue sky. Bless me with the foresight to live each day as if it were my last, for well it could be. Let me love with an open heart and express my love with candor. Most of all, let me never forget to be thankful to you for the blessings I see around me. If I may do this, I'm sure my life will b...
A Question Asked in Darkness
In darkness broached the man his subject. “Who are we, what are we, and why are we?” He asked the people. The man then stood, waiting for an answer. None came. None would ever come. For even now, ther...
Steven Baldrya day ago
Look Closer...
Look Closer... Look closer for things are rarely what they seem. We should not be so quick to judge one another. Through the ever-changing lives of you and me. We should remember to never judge a book...
Failure Stories
I have failed at some things throughout my life and it took me up’s and down’s I could not hold my head up because I had failed myself once again Yet every time there was a setback it was directing my...
Take Flight
Throughout the bright morning sky, The Sun is so bright it never blinded me, The meadow swayed beautifully, The tall trees take chances like me. I'm secured in my small wooded home, When I fly, I stru...
Heather Wilkins2 days ago
What Does My Reflection Show?
I didn't know what I was looking at in the mirror. I couldn't tell who was staring back at me. Was it someone who used to be me? Here I stood looking down at a child. Eyes wide with wonder and innocen...
Sisters
Sisters are like best friends, They also hate each other at some points. They will fight over and over again, But they will always love each other in the end. Sometimes sisters don’t even have to be b...
Buttercup 2 days ago
What I Love About Poetry
The question should be what don't I love about poetry What don't I love about the outward simplicity that hides the real meaning? What don't I love about the imagery of December's snow neatly tucked a...
Assi Assi3 days ago
The Mirror
Hey who are you A beautiful gift or saddening truth Hey who are you A lonely night without any light Or a new day with a beautiful sunrise Hey who are you Those silly tears that never stop Or that bea...
Lauren Day3 days ago
Born and Raised
I feel so homesick. But where's my home? Where I come from? SoCal? Or where I roam? Kauai. Maui. Costa Rica. Carlsbad. Crystal. I have no idea where I belong anymore. I feel restless right now. Unspea...
Fred Bobbitt3 days ago
Eulogy for Myself
In my youth, I liked nothing better than to roam through the woods and fields on the outskirts of town. And on Sunday evenings, I'd many a time skip out of church to go sit behind old man Carlson's ge...
Mariam Naeem3 days ago
Hope
It begins with those dark days, The days when everything seems lost, You feel it. A small warm glow Continuously burning in your chest. A small pool of heat that builds Until it consumes your very bei...
Cameron Pastore4 days ago
Creativity
To the creative kids, make this world a better place. To the dreamers, reach for the stars. To the lost kids, you'll find your way one day. To the emotional kids, nothing last forever the bad things n...
Nazarie Manning4 days ago
I Want to Be Me
I’m not trying to be perfect...those aren’t what my aspirations are I want to be me without any changes Sensitive, boring, and happy at times I’m not clay. You cannot mold me into what you want me to ...
Josh Flannagan4 days ago
Before Us
We are uncurbed Yet forever smothered by voices. Voices call from the outskirts of Memories we think we’ve lost. The voices reverberate off Testaments of power and truth and Freedom. Life is chastened...
Innocence Undefiled
I remember Christmas Eves as the most sleepless night I ever knew when I was just a child. filled with sweet anticipation of my presents packed in Santa’s sleigh brought my biggest smiles Listening fo...