Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Stories are just a vivid description of the author's imagination. Never underestimate the power of words. It can inspire you, it can bore you. It can make you laugh. It can make you cry. It will make you wonder and ask why.
By Chasity Sosa8 years ago in Poets
You can have anyone in your lifeAnd still not really even know them,Or truly even understand them, Its frustrating, everyone keeps changing,
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
I stared off into the distance, wondering yet again what my purpose was. What is the point of life? Why do we do all the things we do?
By Mika B8 years ago in Poets
Hey you, the girl with the tiger stripes on her thighs, I love you, From your tippy toes to your eyes, Hey you, The girl with the extra cushion,
By SHOOK👀8 years ago in Poets
Contemplating of life, wondering who will I love Words left unspoken, is it because I am broken? Shattered to a million pieces, my soul is taken over by these demons
By Abigail martinez8 years ago in Poets
There is hardly any sounds anymore That aren't mingled with shouts and cries. All the notes have fallen from the pages Where the music dies.
By Emily Schwartz8 years ago in Poets
Just Let Them Go Whoever it was that came to mind That person who broke your heart Or left you with so many unanswered questions
By Tatiana Raudales8 years ago in Poets
She doesn’t listen to warnings, Of mind your manners and don’t fight. She hates the mornings, But revels in the late hours of the night.
I am a daughter, a friend, a loved one with good intentions. An old soul that walks the edge of the earth wearing a smile cheek to cheek with simultaneous tears streaming down her face.
By Bailey D8 years ago in Poets
I also have came across this face, Many, many times before. It went something like this, "Baby, can we talk?" Usually its followed by a sigh,
Like the ever-flowing ocean tide, her life evolved through space and time. Each crashing wave made her wise, through ebb and flow, she chose to rise.
By Eden Renee8 years ago in Poets
When I grow up I will live in the top of a volcano I’ll see the sun rising and the sun going to bed I’ll look at the moon and the stars every night
By Teresa Gubern8 years ago in Poets
