inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
You triangulated the pattern of my thoughts at your peril
I can’t believe you’d want me I thought I was out of love, I felt you saw me as worthy But you turned my corner of hell inside out and recovered my inner, real image
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 2 months ago in PoetsToday...
I'm going to wake up and stretch, I'm going to drink my coffee cold, I'm going to feel my age, With grace, yet never growing old.
Carol TownendPublished 2 months ago in PoetsPresident Day 2024: Poem About Washington
In a land of dreams, where freedom's call, There stood a leader, brave and tall. His name enshrined in history's page, A beacon of hope in a turbulent age.
Robert BrownPublished 2 months ago in PoetsDear Tiffy
Sweet Tiffany There are so many words of comfort to offer you having met the kind, loving, thoughtful beautiful little glimpses of your inner soul
Novel AllenPublished 2 months ago in PoetsWhen Your Words Flow
Just a few words in sonnet form about the beautiful feelings that trust, respect and love give us. The music is "2HB" by Roxy Music, a song I loved from the first time I heard it, an absolute beauty.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 2 months ago in PoetsEchoes of the Lost Path
In the labyrinth of life, we sometimes stray, Where familiar paths fade to shades of gray. Lost in the whispers of the winding way,
Odes to First Love
In tender hours of youth's sweet haze, First love alights with gentle gaze. A whispered sigh, a trembling hand, In uncharted realms, we both stand.
Guiding Light: Ode to a Teacher
In a room where minds ignite, A beacon stands, a guiding light. With wisdom's touch, and patience vast, A teacher's role, unsurpassed.
Little do we know
Life is always different we don't understand it complete Little do we know far beyond yes or no numerous niche many people to reach
Sleep time Stories
In a curious little town settled between moving slopes and murmuring woods, there carried on with a gathering of kids who enthusiastically anticipated the appearance of sunset. For in the tranquil hug of the night, in the midst of the delicate shine of evening glow and shimmering stars, a supernatural custom unfurled — a practice that made them exuberantly pleased with amazement and their fantasies with charm.
Creative ChroniclesPublished 2 months ago in PoetsThe Fireflies' Dance
In a field of wildflowers, where twilight descends, fireflies flicker like stars that transcend. Tiny beacons of light, in a magical flight, dance in the darkness—a mesmerizing sight.
Bishnu KumarPublished 2 months ago in PoetsMy Rendezvous with Life
My Rendezvous with Life The treacherous waters of existence hail in their stride, As the beauty of sailing against the winds uproars in its ride.
Hridya SharmaPublished 2 months ago in Poets