inspirational

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

Louisa Brewer14 days ago
Not Perfect
Life sucks, let's talk about it.
Kim Beckers14 days ago
You're Never Going to Be Ready
You're never going to be ready You're never going to get it all together It's never going to be perfect You just have to decide To go all in, anyway You have to decide that you are ready enough That y...
Tony Martello14 days ago
Trouble You
I’ll trouble you I’ll speak to you Waves crash and break through my sea wall of pain. I’ll sound trumpets across gloomy oceans I’ll spend you I won’t spare you, but will disturb you with my cares and ...
Lupus
Today I reflect on this dreaded dis-ease called Lupus (SLE), one of the three types that exists. This one is the monster of them all, affecting major organ & inner systems (circulatory, connective tis...
Jessica Arends14 days ago
Hypotheticals
i don't think i believe in hypotheticals. we're on this earth right now. and maybe we get to write parts of our own story. but i think once the ink is on the paper there's no changing it. i don't beli...
Andrew Wilson15 days ago
Sonnets 3
Here now are six more sonnets I have composed recently. Reepham 1968 The beautiful stream where we played pooh-sticks, An offshoot of the majestic Wensum. Fifty years have gone, and the clock still ti...
The Slave
There was a young hero, He didn’t have a cape or flashy underwear, Nor super human abilities, But he fought through cold nights, Smiles through hot tears, Laughs through pain, Walks through rain, Wake...
Becca Prince15 days ago
The Cure to Sadness
The cure to sadness I find is to feel the feeling Cry, scream, breathe, find the moment Keeping it in is not mature, manly or appealing Your body is an emotional stove; easily broken. Putting too much...
Amargeaux Rai15 days ago
Define a Woman
A woman Who is truly a woman Are creatures who take whatever you give her And makes it better: A man gives her sperm She gives him a child. Give her a house She makes it a home. Give her ingredients S...
Regan Thorp16 days ago
She Was...
She was pink Like the screams of her entrance to the world Covered in magenta placenta of new life Cradled in her mother's rosy complexion Soft gentle touches of 3 hearts combining She was red Heart p...
Steven Baldry16 days ago
Prouder Still
Prouder still. When I watched her enter this world... Open her eyes and take her first breath. I stood in awe so proud. I thought at 26 years old I had felt everything. But as I held her in my arms......
E. NATASHA16 days ago
Shadow of Heaven
You smile as if there will always be a rainbow You walk as if the road there will always be straight Your eyes always believe the truth as if you never saw the fog of lies Your face always embraces ha...
Michelle P16 days ago
Chaos
I am a mere sequence of words uttered from my mother’s lips. Words of hope, -of anticipation told in a hush to the air in front of her. I am a child, swinging on the swings in front of my home, Kickin...
Indiana Marlow16 days ago
It's Hard Sometimes
It's hard some time To keep irrationality at bay To fight against the sensory onslaught of others proving the contrary to your internal desires It's hard sometimes To focus on the external requirement...
Christina Hendry17 days ago
Trials and Tribulations
The roads that we take, that lead us nowhere fast, Open our minds to the inevitable and help us relax. Times may be hard, because nothing good can be easy; Take a deep breath, don't get so queasy. Str...
Manisha Imani17 days ago
To: Rejection, From: Me
We meet again You met me on a good Friday Right when I opened my eyes You met me at my bedside You met me at the gym And I wanted to ask you What brought you by again I’ve learned from you That every ...
Sabrina Black17 days ago
Life
Are we the makers of Life? Does it make us? The way Life seems to mold the steps we take. Does it shape dreamers and risk takers? Everything that the pad of our finger touches shakes our destiny with ...
Kylee Matthews17 days ago
God's Warrior
Sometimes I wonder where I'm going And never look at where I've been During these times, no pride I'm showing Because of the damage from back then These days of struggle can hurt so much Yet in my hea...