inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Cake Awaits
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Paul StewartPublished 3 months ago in PoetsBeauty in Forgiving
Forgive yourself today, For the promises you could never fulfill, If you were not happy someday, If the day didn’t go as planned,
Gargie S AnandPublished 3 months ago in PoetsRaging At Injustice
Already so mad that it hurts, But sick of Crying hot tears of Dissatisfaction at Everything that goes on in this world.
Calista Marchand-NazzaroPublished 3 months ago in PoetsWhere Love Transcends Law
A land where love and self nestle, Beyond the binary, we seek our soil fertile- Crescent moons wax poetic, wrestle with
E.K. DanielsPublished 3 months ago in PoetsBreadcrumbs
I'm living off of hope that someone will still save me. I follow the breadcrumbs as if they were specifically meant for me. If you want me, you know where to find me. I'm praying you will come to me as if it were your destiny. I'm that desperate to take anything you give. Self-sabotage breeds toxicity and it needs one more life to live. I'm not going to roll the dice and pin all my hopes on if. If you want me, you'll have to jump over this rift. This nagging feeling keeps telling me don't get your hopes up. Why do I never feel like I am good enough? You're still so vulnerable and looking for validation. You can't keep pretending you're not praying this time that he's the one. You're not perfect but I have my fingers crossed. I want you to reassure me and love me with all of my flaws. I want to mold myself into the shape of your desire. Why wouldn't I want to damage myself in the heat of this fire? Maybe I should have waited until I was fully healed. I didn't want to lose this opportunity and have my fate sealed. I'm scared of the future and I have so much riding on this experience and connection. I don't have the strength to keep trying in hopes I'll eventually forget and move on. I might never believe in myself and be the confident one. I'll always want you to choose me instead of another one. My salvation lies in your choice to love me and only me. I'm already planning on choosing you because that's the only way I'll be free. I can't fake passivity nor can I fake apathy. I can't be indifferent because my heart always takes that leap before me. Loving being in love is a curse I have given myself. Finding that forever is all I want above everything else. The false sense of perfection drives me up the wall. Wishing I was what you want is the goal above all. Acceptance of me and my insecurities will be a dream come true. I might never be able to do it so I only hope it's you. My anxiety feels like I want so little and so much. I can't risk rejection again because I still believe in love. Maybe that's what this path is: me learning to love and accept myself one day. I can only cross my fingers and hope I'll see smiling you back at me on that one fateful day
Anna TorresPublished 3 months ago in PoetsPrayers for Her (Pt. 26)
May she turn to the cross, because without its history, all is a loss. Lead her to the light, hold her through the fight,
Rowan FinleyPublished 3 months ago in PoetsIn Your Absence
At least, Before I Can see you again, I Do not Expect our Fire to maintain its light. I Go into the High peaks for warmth, peer my face
Sone KramerPublished 3 months ago in PoetsAnxiety's symphony
Always lurking in shadows unknown, Banshees of worry kiss the bone. Creeping silently, haunting the heart, Dread takes hold, tears you apart.
Kelly DickersonPublished 3 months ago in PoetsBlinking at Beauty
A chocolate woman with a fine taste. Beware her body glows elegantly. Can you see her flaws , and her beauty? Don’t cha know … she was crafted beautifully.
Rising PhoenixPublished 3 months ago in PoetsZenith
Almost there Buried in the shadows Cast by the ruined mind. Death recalls a memory Echoing inside of the Furthest chasm that keeps
Gunnar AndersonPublished 3 months ago in PoetsPoem
Amidst the whimsy of life's wondrous ways, Beneath the celestial canvas of days, Celestial bodies dance with graceful sway,
Ahsan KhanPublished 3 months ago in PoetsSo it begins...
Ah, so it begins once more - because all things come and go, ebb and flow. * Dew does not hold fast long past sunrise,
Helena AdelojuPublished 3 months ago in Poets