Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Heart of Quiet Love A crimson rose begins to speak, In lines of grace and gentle flame, It does not shout, it does not rush,
By George’s Girl 2026 12 days ago in Poets
Verse 1 I’ve got laugh lines deeper than the sea And stories that start with “You wouldn’t believe me” I’ve danced in the rain, tripped on my pride
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior12 days ago in Poets
I. Standing tall in fog along coastal mountain range. The redwood will strive despite an uncertain fate In the hands of human waste.
By Dean Traylor12 days ago in Poets
You are the fire that does not scorch but colors the night, a blaze of amber and lilac that brushes the sky’s cheek. In your flames I see the phoenix of my own becoming
By Forest Green12 days ago in Poets
these days I'm deeply rooted legs covered in mud outstretched arms reach for silent heavens yet the lack of sunshine no longer makes me frail
By Lolly Vieira12 days ago in Poets
“‘Have fun,’ they say! As if I wouldn’t already be having fun if I knew how.” “I swear! Even when people try to cheer you up, you play the victim!"
By Lightning Bolt ⚡12 days ago in Poets
Blooming Within A face half hidden, soft with grace, Where colour breathes and vines unfold, A quiet garden lives inside,
Blooming Within The Sea A face half hidden, soft with grace, Where colour breathes and vines unfold, A quiet garden lives inside,
Flashbacks wash my face like waves, Rising and falling, destroying respect. Rejecting personality, turning a person upside down.
By Moon Desert12 days ago in Poets
I walk through rooms I’ve never left, echoes of conversations that never happened crowd the corners of my mind. Thoughts coil like smoke, tangling, choking, each one a whisper of what I wanted to say— but didn’t.
By Rohit Kalsariya 12 days ago in Poets
Like this old oak, I watch people, and their lives quietly unfold. It was a community where many families came to live
By Seema Patel12 days ago in Poets
I raise my voice to the sunrise‑kissed horizon, where every amber strand of light is a braid of you the laughter of a tide that folds into another tide,
