inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Raindrop Crystals
The small, gray-barked tree, splotched with white and speckled in green moss, waited. ** She waited until the sprinkles stopped, and
Andrea CorwinPublished 3 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 3 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 3 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 3 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 3 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 3 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 3 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 3 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 3 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 3 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
Amidst the Pine's Grace
Amidst the pine's grace, Zephyr's tale in branches told, Nature's dance unfolds. Each needle, a thread so fine, Unity in whispers, divine.
Printique StudiosPublished 3 months ago in Poets