Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
with the path I walk I may never be wealthy but content within. Note: I am trying to earn by writing and selling my arts. Both are hard, but it's so healing. I can't imagine being in a stale air cubicle doing meaningless work, being bossed around.
By Seema Patel3 days ago in Poets
Lightening never strikes twice Lightening never strikes twice It hits once and moves on Wind cuts sharp through the silence
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
Amethyst Stopped My Panic Attacks I bought it for my panic attacks not for beauty not for luck just to stop the world from spinning
Sometimes our imagination runs wild when we don't know the fun of life ! The danger that lies in front of us - beside us or in the world that nothing can stop us !?
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets
I failed I cried I gave up I kept trying I wiped my eyes I succeed
By L.I.E3 days ago in Poets
If I could eat this shirt, would I be a shirt !? What kind of question is that - I don't know I'm just asking !? If I could eat this shirt, WOULD I be a shirt !?
When you possess sufficient value, you truly no longer need to expend energy managing others' emotions or trying to capture their hearts. Valuable people possess an inherent magnetic field.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 days ago in Poets
The Edge of the Earth I walked until the road disappeared, where the land ends in quiet despair, the wind pulled my hair like fingers,
Once upon a time there was a woman who loved trees. When she, her husband, & three boys moved to a new home, she decided to plant at least one new tree in their yard every year.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 days ago in Poets
Red Twilight’s Embrace As night descends with a crimson glow, The sky ablaze with hues below. Dark clouds drift in a fiery sea,
By George’s Girl 2026 4 days ago in Poets
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 Diana4 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 Traylor4 days ago in Poets
