inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Possession
I reflect light in glamorous ways without trying. A diamond formed by unspeakable pressures and time found alone and sparkling,
chillbaby5000Published about a month ago in PoetsFor the Benefit of All
Too large to stand still, might unwavering in grace, knows not why it is, it does what it does for you, from its source of compassion,
James GreenPublished about a month ago in PoetsSo Blessed Now
Big Love to anyone who figures out the song I was inspired by! I was lost in a daze A dream of what was never true But I found a way out
Aaron Waddell - The Everyday MysticPublished about a month ago in PoetsA Brush with the Mystical
If you will be aware you can feel the mystical stretch out to you every day Like the lover’s longing grasp Softly calling to your spirit
Aaron Waddell - The Everyday MysticPublished about a month ago in PoetsEchoes of Dawn: Embracing the Magic of Existence
In the quiet moments before dawn, when the world is still cloaked in the soft embrace of night, there exists a certain magic. It's a time when dreams linger on the edges of consciousness, and the whispers of the universe seem to echo in the stillness. This is the time when poets and dreamers alike find solace in the gentle rhythm of the world, weaving their thoughts and emotions into the tapestry of words.
obed avorlenuPublished about a month ago in PoetsLife is a snow
Life is a philosophical particle Everyone sees the world disappear on the horizon--- Puppetry has a fascinating history
Aranna Hasan DelwarPublished about a month ago in PoetsLove Recipe: Crafting the Perfect Dish of Love
Love, oh love, how sweet and pure Like a dish, it has its own allure It's a recipe that's hard to define But with its steps, it's sure to shine
Elefty Erika SiamaPublished about a month ago in PoetsOops side down
I don’t know what this is about It is the worst poem Without a doubt In my mind To be alone can be sublime But to feel alone
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsA Scar on My Hearts Ears
There is a scar on my heart’s ears It’s from all the years of abuse I got used to It makes it hard to hear when someone says
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsSymphony of the Earth
In forests deep where sunlight plays, Nature orchestrates its grand ballet. The rustle of leaves, a gentle sway, A timeless dance, night to day.
Ode to Sustenance
In kitchens, where secrets hide in spices' embrace, Where pots simmer melodies of aromatic grace, There lies the heart of life's vibrant ballet,
Embers of the Soul
In the depths of our being, where secrets lie, Emotions burn like embers in the night sky. A dance of light and shadow, a flicker of flame, They whisper tales of love and pain.
Raj’s VocalPublished about a month ago in Poets