Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I do not fear to fall, like some of you all. What I fear is to drift to that comfortable cliff. It lies in between what I know I have seen.
By Aaron Varnadoe9 years ago in Poets
"I don't know what to do" he breaks down and cries. So strong was he before, now he can barely rise. I gently touch his head and wrap my arms around his neck.
By Jamie Wills9 years ago in Poets
I'd like to write a poem. Something moving, something wise. I'd like my words to linger, long after my demise I'd like to write of daffodils and lonely, wandering clouds
By Kacie Kasper9 years ago in Poets
This...Is a poem about the love of my life, food. Food is good. Food is great. Wanting more of what I JUST ate. Cookout. Chick-Fil-A.
By Joy B9 years ago in Poets
I spend most of my days lost. Lost in mundane activities. Locking my brain out of anything that is too much... Too much happiness or too much sadness, too much anger or joy.
By Alison G9 years ago in Poets
The rain was beautiful today. It came down stronger than in recent memory. So fierce the roads were like rivers. I loved every drop of it.
By Johnny O'Neill9 years ago in Poets
This has been a long time since. A long time coming like the end of this sentence. A long-sword thrust and there is my vengeance.
By Jacob Parnell9 years ago in Poets
'P' is for people, 'Cause that's what we are. We all have the same blood, Same organs, same heart. 'R's for respect; It's what we should give.
By Jaz Leigh9 years ago in Poets
Dear Student I forgive you for stomping that giant erect phallus Into the pristine snow Of the playground. The rounded droop, lightly shadowed
By David Bulley9 years ago in Poets
'Help me!' she tries to say but the words are trapped inside,too scared to even whisper. "My dear why do you hide?"Across her fragile body the jagged scars all showyet she says nothing. "You hurt, is that not so?"
Smile For you know not the beauty that is your soul Smile For you know not the power that you hold Smile For you are not your past or your worst
By James Stevison9 years ago in Poets
Just because I'm short doesn't mean I can't hold my ground, doesn't mean I can't do things for myself and doesn't mean you can belittle me
By Antwoine Hedgepeth9 years ago in Poets
