inspirational

Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.

The Road Between
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.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 days ago in Poets
They Don't Hear You
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,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 days ago in Poets
Cinnamon Was Shackled
Verse 1 Cinnamon was shackled in the corner of the dream, Bound by threads of memory the daylight couldn’t clean.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 days ago in Poets
Love Without A Key
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-Amsden5 days ago in Poets
Wrecking
how's the wrecking? crews... open and breathes hard like flutes and loops riders scoop that's from where loosely... what's up what's up what's up
By K.A. Smith5 days ago in Poets
Wild Night
Verse 1 There’s a hush in the doorway where the shadows start to bend, where the breath between the heartbeats
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 days ago in Poets
The Crown
Verse 1 You brag and call yourself “bitch” like it's a golden crown, You’re not rising, you're not clever— you’re not empowered
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 days ago in Poets
To Find You
(Verse 1) I’ve returned to find you, Diving through the dark, In star-lit rivers flowing, Where our love ignites a spark.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 days ago in Poets
When Sleep Failed
Today is World Sleep Day, which stresses the importance of rest. Sometimes, he eludes us, and we call on him. Because - Sometimes, he passes, unnoticed.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin5 days ago in Poets
Making Room for Better Things
The harder it is to let go, the more you need to face the truth. Often, we cling to things not because they are truly worthwhile, but because we have invested too much, waited too long, and nurtured too many fantasies.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing5 days ago in Poets
If There Were No Creatives
Imagine such a world if there were no creatives A world bleak and dull Like a barren expanse of no imagination no colors,
By Jasmine Aguilar6 days ago in Poets
Why I Write Dark Poetry, By A Lonely Man
Why I Write Dark Poetry, By A Lonely Man I write because the silence screams, Because the night will not release, Because the thoughts inside my head,
By George’s Girl 2026 6 days ago in Poets