Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
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.
By VOCAL IS PUBLISHING SCAM - YOU WILL NOT SEE ANY MORE MATERIAL FROM ME8 years ago in Poets
It was this empty kind of death. An eternal sunken slumber. Since my beginning breath, I had felt since I could remember
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
By Shayfe Shiphrah8 years ago in Poets
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 his past life.
By Aubrey Harding8 years ago in Poets
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
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
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?
By lostatred8 years ago in Poets
What's with this world we're living in? Why's it constantly throwing hate our way when the love is where we're giving in? I'm never dismissive when
By Cosmic Woodsman8 years ago in Poets
There is light after the storm. The past Tears are temporary Pain doesn't last Soon it will all be a thing of the past
By NA na8 years ago in Poets
You are the daughter of tomorrow.The daughter of the Greatest King, I Am.In your future, No hurdle will be larger than your God.You are the hope of your parents.
By Liah Yokoya8 years ago in Poets
(Yes. I'm going to be using "poem" as a verb; there's worse things to focus on. :p Also, I'm free versing here.) 34 Lines on... enjoying one's hobbies/interests/nonsense and letting go.
By Craig Henders8 years ago in Poets
Warriors of peace Assemble Release your fears and resemble those who feel no tremble at the sight of danger Because it is no longer a stranger
By Nicholas Goodman8 years ago in Poets
Emotion is a genre And some people only want to hear one style While several feelings are reeling around And the sounds impound
