inspirational

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

Migdalia Torresa month ago
The Unspoken Hero
The Unspoken Hero Living all alone Longing for someone to talk about coming home Battlefields and Battlegrounds Are in the back of his mind Echoes of Gunfire is all now a big sound Refuge in the Wilde...
Domenica Curroa month ago
Give Me a Mask
I wanna know the truth so take your mask off I reckon you would choke you are no longer used you could catch back your soul you could feel nude and l can see the baby that l want to nurture you had to...
Robin Blackka month ago
Light
A breath. That’s how it started. I have been crawling through the sticky mud that is my life. All I’ve known is the damp. The cold. The unclean feeling of my mistakes. My disappointments. My pain. I w...
Hannah Paynea month ago
A Piece of Art
Sitting here I ponder the true wonder of a piece of art With careful brushstrokes and precise movements, how does he know? Without intended attempt he understands my soul, my thoughts, my world of con...
austin j.a month ago
To My Babies, You Have Souls
To my dearest fur babies. You have souls and whether or not the world knows that. I know you do. You have a place in my heart and every fur companion I've had has also had a place in my heart. You're ...
Luke Vallea month ago
Prose for Nancy
The journey of maturity is not a trip you plan to make. It starts with simple revelations breaking fantasies. Now wide awake you stumble into situations and scenarios bizarre yet real that wait on you...
Zke Ba month ago
Don't Give Up on You
Deeper it seems not a single light that gleams. At one point you feel so happy til the next day you can't breathe. Surrounding yourself in fear with no one who is near. Unsure of what life can bring y...
Sheena Anna month ago
The Pain
I have always been that strong person The one that will always be there The shoulder to cry on and the ear to listen But what happens when your world starts to fall apart? It seems like you can't keep...
Shelly Bartley2 months ago
Hiding Behind the Eyes of the Sun
Orange streams flowing to the right red-orange streams to the left nice and bright a little bit of white to blend into the shadows becoming night the yellow portrait of the woman holding the light man...
Mohamad Malek2 months ago
My Life
Hello, welcome, but most importantly enjoy. Life is like a flowing river, sometimes it's clear and you know where to go. Sometimes it gets cloudy and you can't see the light anymore. That's life. Can ...
Nadia Khan2 months ago
The Joker
Your sense of your humour is getting to me It’s like you feed off of our laughter Like you can’t stand in a dull-dim room Your constant search for spotlight is getting to me It’s like you can’t blend ...
Marisela Williams2 months ago
Flowers Who Change
I remember you walking in my garden for the very first time. It was a Sunday afternoon, five minutes before the sun was to set and you looked at me, you just stopped and looked at me. You grabbed my h...
Steven Altman2 months ago
The Warrior
When the spirit has been broken and the world around becomes uneven is where the warrior will be found. Ground into the earth, body broken down. A force will take hold telling him to stand on hallowed...
Darrell General II2 months ago
Proceeding
The past won’t anchor me I will live out my dreams. My hopes will blossom into blessings, believe in me. Who will be walking with me? I wonder who will be by my side. I’m trying to build a love that w...
Courtney Ridgeway2 months ago
Chasing Cans
Chasing new colts and chasing to train and trade. Chasing the sorrels, the blacks, and the bays. It don't matter the color as long as they got heart. She knows if they'll give it to run, she's off to ...
Darrell General II2 months ago
Getting Serious
The pain of my past has no business in the present. I can’t live with hope for the future if I can’t allow myself to let go of the past. Growing is the byproduct of shedding the hull of our former sel...
MariTi Lovell2 months ago
Free Me
Frostbite starts from the tips of your toes and fingers and slowly spreads. Like blood through your veins it travels a beautiful path through the body, along the skin. The path it leaves behind is per...
Angelina Davis2 months ago
A Mask of Anger
A girl A silent monster Her eyes are hard, Icy walls But they are merely dams to the tears. Her growl Is only to hide her trembling, Scared voice. Her folded arms They are not signs of anger Or even s...