Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
We don't work We love Life gets easier when we stop operating in our pride And start acknowledging our purpose to love Loving others is a gift
By L.I.E8 days ago in Poets
Across the floors of Wall Street’s gleam and grind, Through shifting deals and loyalties confined, I met with smiles that masked a colder art,
By Anthony Chan8 days ago in Poets
I pledge, I knew better - I will learn better !? I pledge, I knew better than the person sitting next to me !? I pledge - you said you should, would, could !?
By 365poetry8 days ago in Poets
I sat down for 900 hundreds hours, musky dirty - without FOOD and WATER !? I sat down talking to myself making sure I know for a fact that I'm not with anything that says I am stressed like that !?
Written by a human, for humans, always. --- This cannot be... How did this happen? I thought I had beaten this... I thought I had won.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)8 days ago in Poets
*PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SOUND WHILE YOU READ MY POEM ~ Growing up Well, only I was growing up at the time... but Growing up
By Kodah8 days ago in Poets
Introduction These are just some words about how, when we lose friends and things we love, the memories are always with us.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 days ago in Poets
Not everything that is forgotten is lost. 👉 🐾 🚪 🤍 🔁 Her perfume wafts through my nostrils Teases my - Nose. Again.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin8 days ago in Poets
Verse 1 I walked through halls of memory, Walls built from choices I can’t see. Every echo, every stone, Whispers, “You are not alone.”
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior8 days ago in Poets
You came to me in silence, Not broken — just tired. Like something inside you Had been carrying too much for too long. You didn’t ask for saving.
By Aarsh Malik8 days ago in Poets
You See The Spirit World You say you see them, like others see rain, Casual, passing, nothing worth fearing, But your eyes hold too much distance,
By George’s Girl 2026 8 days ago in Poets
Sometimes I can see through my own skin and I don’t like the way the light shines behind it like an egg under a heat lamp
By Olivia Dodge9 days ago in Poets
