inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Mid-Twenties Crisis
At this age, most people say, they were married, had babies, and had moved far away. Far from home, away from Moms and Dads, independent, yet oh so alone. They had cars, jobs, and houses of their own. These days, we are lucky to afford just a cell phone. My parents tell me tales of their youth, they show me pictures and papers, all of their proof. Times were different back then, before technology boomed, prices had zoomed, and no one asked “remember when?” My time as an adult has been short, but it has not been easy, every day a different struggle of some sort. How can I afford this, how can I survive on my own, so many payments I can’t afford to miss. Without money you can’t have a Degree, but with one you cannot be debt free. It’s a different world today, harder to live in it in so many ways. I try to have hope, and look at the future as bright, but the more that I wait, it fills me with fright. I just long to be happy, to have a good life, to find a good Man, who will make me his Wife. Maybe together, we can survive, if we both work hard, we can stay alive. We may not be like my parents, with two kids when they were young, but we can enjoy our youth and have fun. If we both work together, we can one day have cars and a home, it will just take more time for us to own. I will try to soldier on, and wait for my prime, and will try to live my life from now, like my Parents did in their time.
By Miranda Castillo8 years ago in Poets
Feminism
What are women without their voice? We are nothing, really. Just something to make supper and take up space. We, as women, need to stand up for ourselves and truly try to make a difference in this world. This poem explores the expectations of a woman from a man, her "superior." Here, we learn that a woman's voice is not baggage, but the essence of herself.
By Phoebe Carmichael8 years ago in Poets
They
Animals bring us into the present We say we have no time when they choose the moment to cuddle But if we stop and make time we will find that time is just an illusion that slows down and speeds up depending on the consciousness level in which we are currently abiding
By Kimm Smith8 years ago in Poets
An Apology to My Child Heart
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for letting other people's opinions of you take over your joy for life. I'm sorry for quieting your heart. I'm sorry for hushing you, for trying to make you soft and acceptable. I'm sorry for making you feel ashamed of your body. I'm sorry for the diets, for constantly tugging at your tummy, wishing it all away. I'm sorry for not letting you explode into sunbeams whenever you saw something beautiful. I'm sorry for making you feel like your joy for life was something that needed to be put away so that you could be cool and fit in. I'm sorry for letting others silence you. I'm sorry for making you think less of yourself because of your lack of a boyfriend. They could never handle you anyway. They were never meant to. I'm sorry for the anger and the mental abuse I put you through. I'm sorry for making you doubt your love and your power. I'm sorry for not removing you from harmful and abusive relationships and situations. I'm sorry for comparing you and your talents to other people's instead of just letting you thrive in your own time. You deserved more. Please come back and scream to the world your fullness. Let me love you the way you were meant to be. Come play with me again. Come run and jump and dance and live again. I can't wait to meet you after all these years. You are beautiful, and your energy is contagious. Thank you for loving me as best as I would let you even in the midst of the constant shaming. I love your heart, little girl. You've done so well. Thank you for coming so far with me. Let's go back to dancing barefoot in the grass with sun and wind blowing through our hair. We'll conquer the world with our love yet.
By Alyssa Sanders8 years ago in Poets
