Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
A Better Day For Us Will Dawn... To every night there is a day, For every frown there’ll be a smile. For every tear will come a moment, to make life feel worthwhile.
By Steven Baldry9 years ago in Poets
I miss you. I will Always miss you. And I am okay with that; I have learnt that In order to feel love—even Though we never called it that—
By Jade Domone9 years ago in Poets
You make me want to learn more You are the book I would never have read You are the music I've never heard before You make me
By Mycall 20259 years ago in Poets
"Time..." If I could pause or rewind... Beneath the vail of mystery find... The secret to the moment... Lost in time.
Hop out of bed. Pull on those sticky trousers, dried with the remnants of humming hopped beer, fasten the crisped laces of your stained boots built for the brewer and hop out of bed.
By Jack Robertson9 years ago in Poets
Time is a valuable thing. There are only so many moments available in each day. Use your time wisely. Don't stew in your misery.
By Amanda Zylstra9 years ago in Poets
When I think of the holidays, I think of family all around, Everyone together again, Letting warmth, love, and laughter abound.
By Susan K9 years ago in Poets
My goodness, who are you? Where did you come from? Where have I seen you? Your face no longer lingers with a stinging red heat from those little bumps of backed up oil on the surface of your skin. You've discontinued the motion of crossing your arms and pinching at your shirt when you speak. You do not slouch, rather stand straight without that bitter face I once knew.
By Dri ~9 years ago in Poets
Should i stay? Should i go Will anyone notice either way So many highs so many lows Am i in this alone? Lately i've been conflicted
By Simon Macodemba9 years ago in Poets
I am not waiting to be found, or discovered; like the next planet or a new species. I am waiting to be seen: appreciated,
By Jordan Sophia Thomas9 years ago in Poets
The destroyer manifested itself, as we failed to create something better. Some of us love though it pains us and some of us hate just for pleasure.
By Chad Burke9 years ago in Poets
Today, I thought of you in God’s perfect plan. So go ahead, and place the oil of joy on your hands. Use it freely, my child. Smile where there is sadness and tears.
By Shirley Hampton9 years ago in Poets
