inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Losing control
In the silence where screams are made I stand With knife in my hand... In the next moment I stab... And it's weird, because I don't feel any joy
Leaves Pulse with Life's Beat
Leaves pulse with life's beat, Whispers lift on zephyr's wing, Nature's symphony.
Printique StudiosPublished 3 days ago in PoetsBabydoll Head In My Closet
This frightening experience occurred when I was about eight years old. I used to sleep on the couch downstairs, next to my dad's bed, because I was afraid of the dark. My mom typically wouldn't get home until around 11pm, so I always slept near my dad for comfort.
spooky sessionPublished 3 days ago in PoetsCoursing Rough Waters
We live in an age of instant gratification. Throw the stress of our daily routines into the mix, and we get a lot of overwhelm.
Michelle LiewPublished 3 days ago in PoetsAn acrostic poem
An Eclipse draft is forming now. Eclipse shape will make a dark. Eclipse strength crosses all boundaries. Eclipse glimpse reveals some secrets. Eclipse walks show some skills. Eclipse touch gets one "screem. Eclipse dew glosses with pride. Eclipse without sunset,the sun noon high,bruised black by the moon. Eclipse sun heals white,costumed" parrot mock" the wound of magic. Eclipse charmed beats dance to bell and flute,forgetting fear and "fierceness, gentle beat, and lion's tamed for the length of a chiming whistling. Eclipse blocking the sunny view of the happy people,as the day gets dark as the night of the shadows,making everyone unhappy, frowning, surprised,and devastated.
ChikatelmaPublished 3 days ago in PoetsAsk Me In December (If Everything is Better)
(Verse One) recovery success? relapse avoidance? monogamy in mind, body and spirit? mind, body and spirit? health improvements?
Paul StewartPublished 3 days ago in PoetsThe Tunnel
In the profundities of the evening, a passage spreads out, An entry of shadows, where haziness whirls. Underneath the moon's vigilant look it lies,
Beauty out of being Broken
The snow still falls and the wind still blows sending chills to my already cold toes and the fog that gathers and builds up in the distance
Jowie EspirituPublished 3 days ago in PoetsWhat if I had gone towards one of those voices?
When I was younger and living in old apartments in Malaysia, I would sometimes hear disembodied voices calling out to me when home alone. My sister was at school most of the day, and my mom worked afternoon shifts that started at 1pm, so I was by myself from when I got home from school around noon until my sister returned around 4pm.
spooky sessionPublished 3 days ago in PoetsStars Dancing Above Me
Enchantment in your smile, Comfort in your soul, Love is the strength you give, In sickness and in health, Purer than the silver lining of the moon,
Carol TownendPublished 3 days ago in PoetsYou Deserve To Be Loved and Chosen
In the grand tapestry of existence, each soul is intricately woven, a masterpiece of light and shadow, of joy and sorrow. You, too, are a vibrant thread in this cosmic fabric, deserving of love's tender embrace without reservation or hesitation. Not merely "almost," but unequivocally, you are worthy of being cherished and chosen in the fullness of your being.
Journeying Through Love's Labyrinth
In search of love, hearts wander wide, Through fields of hope and dreams untied. In every glance, a whispered sigh, As souls seek solace 'neath the sky.