inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Silent Hearts
A thousand tiny hearts, All lit dimly and floating around this room, Their lights fade when the heart is silent. Delicate, fragile;
Carol TownendPublished 2 months ago in PoetsRaindrop Crystals
The small, gray-barked tree, splotched with white and speckled in green moss, waited. ** She waited until the sprinkles stopped, and
Andrea CorwinPublished 2 months ago in PoetsYour Life is Worth Living
In the tapestry of existence, you hold a thread, A life of worth, where dreams are fed. Through valleys low and mountains high,
Rao SalmanPublished 2 months ago in PoetsA Celestial Dancer
In the garden's ballet, a sprite takes flight, A kaleidoscope dancer, delicate and light. With wings aflutter, a vibrant display,
Mason DarniellePublished 2 months ago in Poets~Labyrinth of Love!~
~The Labyrinth of Love!~ The Labyrinth of Love is a complicated thing It's not something that we can easily cascade, Love, Ethereal, Enigma...
Jennifer CooleyPublished 2 months ago in PoetsChasing Dreams
In the quiet whispers of the night, The stars ignite, a tapestry of light, Guiding seekers on their destined flight, Toward dreams that shimmer ever bright.
The PenPalPublished 2 months ago in Poets- Top Story - February 2024
Bipolar
I can’t believe I turned out mean It’s not the way I’m meant to be The rudest man you’ve ever seen Most haven’t seen the likes of me
Earl W. PearlPublished 2 months ago in Poets Sun On the Horizon
And when the sun comes to break night to dawn, I’ll say, “Yes you, you did it.”
Lindsay SfaraPublished 2 months ago in PoetsA Toast
Said my illness I’m tired of being serious all the time I don’t like how you treat me like we haven’t shared the same apartments
bishnu prasadPublished 2 months ago in PoetsMy Hair Burned Like Berenice
Days of rain. The drey exterior my window would transport and the wind would strip. My heart was valent with plausibility I may well be presently, halfway lady,
bishnu prasadPublished 2 months ago in PoetsTHEN AND NOW
In this same street that day … I lived with my affectionate father, Caring mother, loving brother and Clever grandma….!
RamyaMurugesanPublished 2 months ago in PoetsSIREN OF A WRONGED WOMAN
Sounds of sirens ringing Head banged against the wall Blood spilled Bleeding furiously Tickling sound Of the wind chimes