Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Moby Dick. The Whale. Jonah's three days. Take your pick. Nights and days in chasing death. "“And I felt saddest of all when I read the boring chapters that were only descriptions of whales, because I knew that the author was just trying to save us from his own sad story, just for a little while.”
By Diana14 days ago in Poets
I. In darkness, on wave-bent seas, this boat of mine takes on water but stays afloat. II. Storm and sea may batter me
By Dean Traylor14 days ago in Poets
I am NOT alive, why do assume I am !? I am not well, why do you assume I am !? I am nothing, why do you keep assuming I am something !?
By 365poetry15 days ago in Poets
Look at this image right here - woah, like woah !? Look at this image right here, I just cannot go to "Sunday's" corner without the hope of repentance....
Introduction This is a villanelle and my ninety-eighth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. "The Art Of The Glittering Fox" is now available on Amazon worldwide.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 15 days ago in Poets
Verse 1 I felt you before you spoke, Like a truth I could not forget. One glance and the world fell open,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior15 days ago in Poets
Verse 1 Ego waits at the edge of the land, Wanting proof it can hold in its hand. Watching seeds that were never its own,
Verse 1 If someone tells you to close your eyes, Says the truth is a threat to your peace, If they ask you to silence the voice inside
Verse 1 I saw you coming down a road, and every step you took was hard. My feet rose up before I knew, tightening the edges of my guard.
Verse 1 Folks won’t listen if the talk ain’t about them, They won’t stay long once the shine starts to fade. Turning from the truth when it don’t fit their desires,
Verse 1 Cinnamon was shackled in the corner of the dream, Bound by threads of memory the daylight couldn’t clean.
I long for what the love birds sing a romance made of flowery dreams A map of my imperfect things ending love, prematurely
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden15 days ago in Poets
