Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
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 Umera day 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 a day 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 a day 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,
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 Townenda day ago in Poets
When first we come into this silent world, No memory attends the birth hour. We wake as though the earth had long prepared
By Tim Carmichaela day ago in Poets
Don't allow a temporary loss to hijack all of the joy from your day... 🥊🥊🥊🥊 Put the loss in the ring where it belongs, then rearrange its face like it was made of clay...
By Tiffany Gordona day ago in Poets
She had forgotten the sound of her own laugh, that bright, unguarded thing that used to spill from her like water bursting over the falls.
By RC Adamsona day ago in Poets
Cherry blossoms an explosion of colour mark the transition of seasonal change. - Much has been created, inspired by the blossoms
By Alexander Stoddarta day ago in Poets
Every night, at exactly 2:17 AM, the light in his small, broken room stayed on. Ayaan sat on the edge of his old wooden chair, staring at a laptop that froze every few minutes.
By Imran Ali Shaha day ago in Poets
i sit for hours underneath your window me and the moon, just hanging round found a sense of peace, in limbo caught a beat, but we never made a sound
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdena day ago in Poets
