inspirational

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

If I Were A Library Book
If I were a library book, where do you suppose I'd be? On the shelf between fiction and criminology? Or on the table next to the coffee ring you left.
By Paul Crocker9 years ago in Poets
Who Says?
You made me insecure about myself; told me that I wasn't good enough for anyone else, but who are you to judge when you're just a control freak that just wants to own me? You're just a diamond in the rough on the ground getting kicked about. I'm pretty sure that you've got things you would like to change about yourself; but when it comes to me, I wouldn't want to be like everybody else. Yet you want me to be like everybody else.
By Lizzy Arrow9 years ago in Poets
Silence Of Snow
The night air is heavy and the world is shaded. There has been anticipation since the sunlight faded. In your dreams you think of canes of candy and bells of a sleigh.
By Paul Crocker9 years ago in Poets
Happiness
I use to think happiness would be obtained if I had a lot of money or if I had the plethora of things money could buy, but true happiness could never be that shallow
By clarkspittah9 years ago in Poets
Yesterday It Rained
Make me wet, I told the clouds. They looked dark and so did strain. I laughed out loud. Because yesterday, it rained.
By Paul Crocker9 years ago in Poets
Poems
Poems presented are by Megan Ashley. When The Sun Fades When the sun goes down and the night arrives And I see dark shadows when I close my eyes,
By Megan Goff9 years ago in Poets
The Lifted Soul
I glide through the air painting over the gray clouds a rainbow in motion Affirmations are powerful tools for healing. I started writing haiku a long time ago. More recently, my growing interest in personal growth led me to align the haiku form with the personal affirmation.
By Laurie Molloy9 years ago in Poets
Double Standards
How we can teach if we don't care How can we love when we don't feel How can we move forward when we're still stuck in the past
By Ebony Brown9 years ago in Poets
From the Outside Looking In
She hesitates, As her fingers playfully dance across the crinkled leather binding of the steering wheel, The air stifling despite the cool air flowing through the vents,
By Jai Storm9 years ago in Poets
Wonder
When someone's on your mind, Wonder if you're on theirs. When the night falls, Wonder when the day begins. When you rise from slumber,
By Alisha Casteel9 years ago in Poets
Reservoir at Dawn
Crystal water as still as Narcissus’s pond, surrounding spruce trees cast a flawless image with winter air crisps thy morning breath,
By Karen Chapero9 years ago in Poets
For Those Who Lost
Don't Brush Them Away For Those Who Lost Dear all five of you Four students, one teacher, One year and one school. I have not forgotten you.
By Kara Gimby9 years ago in Poets