inspirational

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

The Holiday Season
When I think of the holidays, I think of family all around, Everyone together again, Letting warmth, love, and laughter abound.
By Susan K9 years ago in Poets
Who
My goodness, who are you? Where did you come from? Where have I seen you? Your face no longer lingers with a stinging red heat from those little bumps of backed up oil on the surface of your skin. You've discontinued the motion of crossing your arms and pinching at your shirt when you speak. You do not slouch, rather stand straight without that bitter face I once knew.
By Dri ~9 years ago in Poets
Poem: Being 20something
Should i stay? Should i go Will anyone notice either way So many highs so many lows Am i in this alone? Lately i've been conflicted
By Simon Macodemba9 years ago in Poets
The Restless Travelers
I am not waiting to be found, or discovered; like the next planet or a new species. I am waiting to be seen: appreciated,
By Jordan Sophia Thomas9 years ago in Poets
"Allowed Interruption"
The destroyer manifested itself, as we failed to create something better. Some of us love though it pains us and some of us hate just for pleasure.
By Chad Burke9 years ago in Poets
Oil of Joy for Every Occasion
Today, I thought of you in God’s perfect plan. So go ahead, and place the oil of joy on your hands. Use it freely, my child. Smile where there is sadness and tears.
By Shirley Hampton9 years ago in Poets
To the Light
The star stares at you and ask in shadow of a doubt Are you able to survive in the darkness of the world's night? The moon smiles writing in the light
By E. NATASHA9 years ago in Poets
Conversation with a Demon
Demon, Demon In my ears screaming, I could hear you scheming, All my life. Demon, Demon In my dreams appearing, Is it fear you’re speaking
By Alex C-B9 years ago in Poets
I've Seen Rivers
I've seen the River Rise Letting the water run down I've seen it wash Away my Iniquities and Perplexities. Rising up to meet me.
By Fernando Rover9 years ago in Poets
Die At Our Laughter
There's a sound that can take us away from this cruel cold world, Stare at the ground, If our eyes were to meet the ice would break beneath our feet,
By Chloe Urquhart9 years ago in Poets
From Nothing
From nothing. You're the reason I'm where I am. You're the reason I am who I am. You're the reason I strive for perfection.
By Caitie9 years ago in Poets
Alive
A Poem. Alive In a Morning on Sunday Oh why? Why upon the lives of men, women, and children. Screams in the midnight air. Cries through the dense fog in early morning of Sunday. The sun will not rise within the seven of hours. Canon's blasting, gunshots firing. Oh why? Why upon the lives of the unknown souls being taken, lifted, and trapped upon the earth's surface. Free but unwilling to roam beyond the stars. Do I run? No I stand my ground. Do I weep for the dead? No I stay strong and take on this challenging life. Do I give in upon my weakened soul? No because I am alive in this morning on an unimaginable Sunday.
By Kayla Roses9 years ago in Poets