inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Swallowing Death
I stand in front of the mirror and an unknown reflection stares back at me. My eyes flicker back and forth taking this new person in. She's the same height as me she has the same eyes and even the same freckles but her face looks worn and tired, her figure has grown fuller and the once hour glass shape I loved so much is replaced with excess skin and saggy lumps.
By Danielle Schoch8 years ago in Poets
My Song #2
Back in the day when we were kids and we used to meet up at one another's, or sometimes we'll join in activities with our mothers. It was a great childhood with my friends from school, as every year we'd have a garden party outside in the pool. Back in the day when I was at high school, and people were always cruel, I used that as a learning curve and made myself strong and cool. I was just ignoring them and getting on with my GCSEs and then they gave up on me. Back in the day when I was still there but years on I moved group from lower to more adult group and we'd all go out together into the town shopping lots of evenings like a troop. Sometimes we'd shop till you drop and other times keep it to window shop. Back in the day when life was a lot easier, back in the day when things were so much more memorable, back in the day, during the war back in the day back iinn the daaayy. Back in the day when I met some of my forever friends and had great relationships some special people. Back in the day when me and my friends had our school prom and all remembered where we started from. Back in the day when I was at college and I had learnt a lot of knowledge. I was in a creative class, as we were doing art and made lots of new friends in another part of the country. Back in the day when I was still there and always used to go into the town square. I remember doing some smart, hardworking work experience. Back in the day when life was a lot easier, back in the day when things were so much more memorable, back in the day, during the war back in the day back iinn the daaayy. Oh! life is so memorable and it's always good to look back! Which is whhyy I taake photo's of everyything that happeens, so then youu've got phootograaphic evidencee of the oldeen daays, yeah yeah! Back in the day! when life was a lot easier, back in the day! When things were so much more memorable! Back in the day, during the war back in the day back iinn the daaayy! Back in the day when life was a lot easier, back in the day when things were so much more memorable, back in the day, during the war back in the daaayy back iiinnn the daaaaaaaayyyyyyy.
By Kelsea Peet8 years ago in Poets
Bundles of Sun
The first lights of dawn bounce off the stain glass windows of the freshly painted white crisp church. Voices flow out and through the door harmonizing with the wind, greeted with paper airplanes and children's laughter. A painter in the park contemplates the canvas before him, how does one paint love? The baker hums the song of a mockingbird as he prepares for the day ahead, the mailman hops down the street playing with the children laughing till their stomachs fiercely hurt. The old little woman sits on a porch swing smiling as souls sail past her. She picked up a golden basket woven with precision. "Ma'am what is in the basket?" inquired a young girl with as many freckles as stars in the sky. "Bundles of sunshine" The old women grinned. "Take it and be the sun and warmth in someone's life for we as humans tend to walk in confidence while some cower in the dark brambles of life's most painful thorns" the old wise soul whispered. The young girl stood in awe, as she walked away she could not peel her eyes off the bundle of sun. The old women sighed of comfort as she watched the young child walk away with hope.
By Alvina Borishkevich8 years ago in Poets
