inspirational

Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.

Storms for a Moment
Rain falls and hits the ground, Washing whatever evidence there may have been away, It makes a pounding sound, The rain may be around for a while, but never long enough to stay. It seems to take forev...
Steven Baldry7 days ago
The Honest Working Man...
The Honest working Man. I’m a Honest Working Man, been doing the best I can. With these callused, worn hands... I make my pay. My knees cease up so bad, my back locks in pain. Sometimes in winter morn...
Derek Lott7 days ago
Love
Love is an addiction fueled by the emotions, flowing like the current of the ocean, with a few bumps every now and then, Love is a risk we all take, with a superficial, false image most times, because...
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Sammi Nash7 days ago
Where Children Go
You know those places that only children know? The nooks and cranny’s; the hideaways that grown-ups don’t think about? That’s where imagination lives. Kids are drawn there because magic fills the air ...
Autumn Best7 days ago
The Mind's Pollution
Skies are clouded, covered in shades of gray The darkness blocks out the light of day, I guess that's a metaphor of our minds, Our own actions pulling down our metaphorical blinds. We're disgusted at ...
Alexa Greenwald7 days ago
Time
We race against a clock, A constant we cannot suspend A snare we can’t detect. Time loans to us its minutes, What seems to be a generous gift, But underneath, it’s an illusion, It doesn’t give to us, ...
Same As Always
Never thought that I would feel better. It was better than years ago. Better than a stupid letter. They were right when they said I stand my ground. They were right when they said I don't back down. T...
Anna Christian7 days ago
The Special Sense That Sometimes Lives in My Heart…
There is a beautiful feeling that sometimes lives in my heart, In my soul I feel my father is close to me, and loves me, he is in my heart. He lives in me…I know, but sometimes I cry and things are pa...
Love You More Epilogue
I'm 18 now, sitting on the ground Two years past the hurt you left me with Memories of bruises still haunt my skin I don't know if the nightmares ever will end Took those two years to let a man in But...
Our King
Stripped of fear and fault for all Our king reigns true and heals the sick Made such love from every fall In worlds of wonder, when Good's call Was what we heard, a dream so thick Stripped of fear and...
The Patriarchy Under My Bed
Our world is far from perfect. It is not a sunny place. It is not a paradise, it is a sour slap in the face. It is a scale tipped too far to one side. It is a fight for who is allowed to have pride. I...
Ode to a Hidden Child
It was this empty kind of death. An eternal sunken slumber. Since my beginning breath, I had felt since I could remember The bitterness on my lips, The taste of my dark secret. On my tongue and finger...
shayfe Shiphrah8 days ago
Unusually Grateful
Things I am unusually grateful for.... The moon is white not blue I have a pair of legs not 3 The sun is lord of the sky Imagine the moon and the sun had to fight to get to the sky first Grass is gree...
Poems By Aubrey
My Dad The man who was there for me, the one person that showed me to be a strong woman, when he was weak. The man that taught me about things, like cars and sports. He even shared memories with me of...
A. R. Ambrosi9 days ago
The Rainbow Club
You are a rainbow In the night sky Darkness crowds in All around you But the stars Light your way Reminding you Of who you are You are beautiful And colourful And glowing with pride Your proud hues Ar...
Molly Bosshart9 days ago
Pixie Dust
My dad is one of nine children So I have a big family on his side And every year for the Fourth of July We all get together and watch fireworks At a little park in Streamwood. And when I was a little ...
Molly Bosshart9 days ago
Tough Love // Genesis 4:1-25
I grew up in the catholic church where a priest taught me the fear of God, and I learned to equate fear with love. But love should not be the same as a walk through a haunted house or the pounding of ...
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lostatred 9 days ago
How To Find the Right Path
Will I Find My Future? In my hands I have a map. And that map may contain my future. But what if it doesn’t contain the future I wish for? The future I desire? What if the map is blank And cannot lead...