inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Tender love
Simply say yes. But don't let him! Don't let him have early access to your pants. Examine him. His affection for you. His love for you needs to be proven.
Gloria PenelopePublished a day ago in PoetsThe Unfinished Game
The humid air of a summer afternoon hung heavy as my energetic niece Lily bounced at my feet. "Uncle Larry, please play hide and seek!" she begged.
spooky sessionPublished a day ago in PoetsEclipsed
Exceed, excel and extinguished Cover, concealed or capped. A Legion of ways to explain the diminished Immeasurable obscuration of light
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished a day ago in PoetsWhy Should I Show My Body To You?
A woman's love, conceived with grace, exists in the region where hearts weave. She caresses souls with calm ease, her sensitive touch like a soft breeze.
Praveen PkPublished a day ago in PoetsNo Regrets: Ride the Rollercoaster of Life!
Life’s a one-way trip, so don’t let fear steal your ride! Chase your dreams, explore, and do what sets your soul on fire, even if it feels scary. You might miss out and carry regrets later.
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished a day ago in PoetsLearn, Grow, Succeed!
Life is all about experiencing and learning. The people and things that come into your life are there to help you grow. Every encounter and every mistake teaches you something valuable. As you meet more people, you’ll notice a pattern: those ahead of you will inspire you, those on the same level will support you, and those below you might try to bring you down.
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished a day ago in PoetsBirthing Time
Epidural touches, not her pain; red hair genetics shut off eumelanin Chin-up child cradles womb, mother sighs while baby stalls
Marilyn GloverPublished a day ago in PoetsMy imaginary friend
This chapter of my life began when I was around 4 or 5 years old. I don't remember it fully since I was so young, but I know the details from my mom and grandma telling me stories.
spooky sessionPublished a day ago in PoetsThe Size Of My Life Was My Life
The vastness of my life was my life. Its soul was the size of a soul, and its rooms were the size of rooms. Mitochondria buzzed in the backdrop, with the sun, clouds, snow, and planets and star transits visible above.
Odubo UkamPublished a day ago in PoetsEons of All Those Forgotten Yesterdays
Fingertips levitate, millimeter voids above, my lips, trembling epitaphs, along your legs. Lonely whimpering as the cracking
Cilian MurphyPublished a day ago in PoetsWhat exactly am I?
People just like me. They take advantage of me. They became lovers, thanks to me. They are making love because of me. They loathe each other because of me.
Gloria PenelopePublished a day ago in PoetsShort and sweat
In the moon light we walked together Happy feel good at sight Today smiling at those days happier They were short and sweat