inspirational

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

Entropic Love
Under the peeling, floral wallpaper, a wretched rumor of rot begins to rewrite the resonance in the room. Brown cigarette stains leak,
By Lolly Vieira2 days ago in Poets
Golden Lights
Introduction This is a villanelle and my ninety-seventh piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 days ago in Poets
The Geisha
The Geisha /// I am the geisha of the night. I smile sweetly with the rhythm of the shamisen. Under the dimly lit light of the karaoke company.
By Manuel C.2 days ago in Poets
The Beatitudes!
Blessed are the souls who walk in humble light, For heaven opens wide to them in night. Blessed are the ones who weep in silent pain,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.2 days ago in Poets
The Night That Listens
Sometimes the night feels like a listener. Not a person, not a voice, but something patient that sits quietly while the world slowly grows silent.
By Ibrahim 2 days ago in Poets
Mother’s Day Roses
Mother’s Day Roses Mother’s Day arrives again, so quiet at my door, A chair sits waiting in the light, as it has done before.
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Poets
I Am Not Pregnant, I Don't Even Like Soup, I Don't Even Like Mashed Potatoes - I Don't Even Like Watermelons, (scoffs)... What !
Okay, a week before last week I heard the baby in my stomach ask for money !? Okay fine, a week before last month I heard the people grumbling about the problems of the child who ran away from home !? Okay fine, I keep hearing that MY child is driving 9,000 steps in the middle of NO - where hoping they end up somewhere !? WHO keeps doing this thing, who keeps asking me for things - I don't have a CLUE about, who keeps doing that !?
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
The Mother Wound
A tomboy on roller skates swinging by the park, running through the forest, terrified of the dark Breasts bulge and swell, emotions roar like hell
By Chantal Christie Weiss2 days ago in Poets
Fibonacci Dawn
It’s Pi Day today, and we celebrate a little maths — the beauty of the reveal. Growth happens in the dark, when we can't see and try to grasp,
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 days ago in Poets
The Ghost in the Room
Love may end without a result, but it cannot end without closure. We can all accept that a relationship might not last. Time changes, people change, and feelings fade; these are not faults, they are just life. What makes it hard to move on is never the separation itself, but the lack of clarity.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 days ago in Poets
Faith!
Faith, real Faith, it's all we must to have - the peace in our hearts and strength to be so brave. Faith, real Faith, when paths will starts to wave,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.3 days ago in Poets
Kids Need a Garden
kids don’t need toys but surely a garden like this to bloom their souls. Note: I had the dream of a garden. Just when the baby came, my spouse got us a house with backyard space. I turned it into a little paradise. Here she roamed. We enjoyed our time there, watering, planting, harvesting. The garden was beautiful setting for her nourishment of her formative years.
By Seema Patel3 days ago in Poets