inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Raindrop Serenade
Softly falls the gentle rain, Tapping on my window pane. Each drop whispers, "Hello! friend," Bringing comfort without end.
Through Forest
Through forest I roam, Whispering woods, miles unfurl, Nature's song whispers.
Printique StudiosPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsParallel Lines
Have you come to blows with someone before? While you may not have gotten into physical fights with others, chances are that you've disagreed with more people than you can count. Getting two people to understand each other's perspectives is no mean feat.
Michelle LiewPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsIs the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society? The beauty of the strides reckons itself like the clock work's step
Hridya SharmaPublished about 4 hours ago in Poets"Meet Hadro from Jersey's Shore"
In the twilight dawn of ancient shores, Hadro, a Hadrosaur, from Jersey's core, With his family by his side, so true, Journeyed north where the skies are blue.
Exclusively Speaking with Love'Nia ReneePublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsSubmarine
Everyone is so worried about keeping their boat afloat In hopes life will keep them off the ropes But I’m just a slick and lean submarine
Atomic HistorianPublished about 10 hours ago in PoetsSavage
Just a savage Trying to live average But these scavengers are ravenous
Atomic HistorianPublished about 10 hours ago in PoetsSincerity
True sincerity is the scariest thing to hear It hurts to have others truly know our pain To know someone that has stood in the same rain
Atomic HistorianPublished about 10 hours ago in PoetsA Song of Thankfulness
In the heart of the city's bustling street, Where cars and people never seem to meet, Stands a little girl with flowers bright,
Mia Dwi ArifiyantiPublished about 10 hours ago in Poets"LIFE MEANING IS A MANY SPLENDERED THING"
This was inspired through my living so many decades of life intensely and creatively! This is dedicated to all young human beings to learn the difference between being addicted to love and real love, of true compassion and friendship that must go hand in hand with companionship.’
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsA Flower Song
PostClassical StoneAge FLOWERSONG in jeweled blues; greens of grass cloak
Rob AngeliPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsYou Feel Like Home
You've got the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen those blood red flags are turning green Knocking down those walls, with self esteem
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 16 hours ago in Poets