Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I was born into a life, I wouldn’t have chosen for myself. Criticized, and judged; they were just somethings I always felt.
By Alaine Hayabout 10 hours ago in Poets
[Verse] The shadows whisper tales untold A heart of fire turned icy cold The stars above They shy away In this dark night
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout 11 hours ago in Poets
I live within a darkness Unknown to the light I find comfort in the land Of nightmares and frights For I’m a creature of destruction
By Edward Valabout 11 hours ago in Poets
Feelings return to those who own them. 🧠💼📄📄📄 They pay me to feel. This is my work. They hire me. So they feel nothing.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout 11 hours ago in Poets
The Place Where You Begin Again There is a place beyond the breaking, Where nothing looks the same as before, Where every piece that once was certain,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 12 hours ago in Poets
I was listening to “The Kinks Are The Village Green Preservation Society” which I am writing about and will share below when it is published.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 15 hours ago in Poets
I stood before it, the glass covered in a gray veil of dust. In a corner of an old room in London, the morning of 2026 felt heavy.
By Hazrat Umerabout 15 hours ago in Poets
The Hour That Changes You There is always one quiet moment, That shifts the course of everything, Not loud, not marked by thunder,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 16 hours ago in Poets
For years I kept leaving myself behind. In rooms where my silence was easier than my truth. I carried everyone’s pain like it was my duty to break quietly.
By Rohit Kalsariya about 23 hours ago in Poets
The Step That Waits For You Do not stand and count the distance, Do not measure all to come, The weight of every step together,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 23 hours ago in Poets
The Distance Between Who You Were There is a distance you can feel, Between the past and who you stand, Not measured in the steps you’ve taken,
My little buttercup, Never asks me "What's up?" She never has to, She always knows when I'm happy; When I am sad, She sits there,
By Carol Ann Townendabout 23 hours ago in Poets
