Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
With Visions of Winter Smell and feel of summer Hope of autumn and loss of spring The threat of tears promise to fall. But instead of falling, they hold steadfast.
By Alexis Fowler8 years ago in Poets
Dedicated to the Stanhope family: I first saw you when you were a small boy. You captured my heart, Even then, you made me smile because the character you played was so real, even then.
By Amy J Falk8 years ago in Poets
I walk a lonely road, where the faces of the past becomes more blurry as each second pass by. I travel at the speed of willpower, and try to keep hope alive.
By Mikey McCarns8 years ago in Poets
The heart of a writer is so strong and true, especially when she creates you... A person who does not exist in any world but hers.
Sun-kissed, her ripe soul ready to be plucked and placed in a basket with all the important things her presence screams in the voices of Davis, Giovanni, Shange
By Seyur8 years ago in Poets
Cloaked in the flag Of the country of his birth He reaches out To embrace a new land Trusting Never doubting He is a child of hope
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
We Go Forward There's no flowery way around it. We, as humans, go forward But we mimic through motions as if the past had hooks into us.
By Sydney Pomrening8 years ago in Poets
It’s where the quiet minds are the loudest where the un-opinionated ones have opinions where the misunderstood are finally understood
By M F8 years ago in Poets
To the soul trapped in the empty promise space The soul that easily judges everyone with closed eyes The soul that quickly believes without seeing the truth
By E. NATASHA8 years ago in Poets
Thoughts swirling round and round Feel like I am going to drown Broken heart beating still Wanna run but can't Wanna escape there is nowhere to go
By Makayla Mermaid8 years ago in Poets
Sometimes, it takes a while. A while to realize your worth, or who to trust. A while to process the hurt... And life can be just...incredibly beautiful, yet cruel.
By Allyson Nemeth8 years ago in Poets
I am no golden instrument, just a faithful tuner. When I see the lonely notes I gladly make them bridges. Putting the damper on their empty halves
By Nathaniel Reidhead8 years ago in Poets
