inspirational

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

SUCKER PUNCH
"I am not here to be measured... By your RULER. By your comfort. By your fear. By the reality you name and rename at will,
By Kristen Keenon Fisher3 days ago in Poets
I'm Hurt - You Want To Know Why - Love "Cannot" Flow From The Sides - It Doesn't Really Make Sense - WHO Said That !?
Okay, let's pretend this is my side !? Let's pretend these are my ribs, and my bones - my SIDES !? Let's pretend these are the people who are with ME !?
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets
In Carlisle Cathedral
Introduction Yesterday, I was in Carlisle with my sister, Yvonne, and my friends, Harry, Mick, Debbie, and Brian. This is some of what we saw in a Terzanelle.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 days ago in Poets
Core Shattering: A Quiet Evolution
I recently came across a term: "core shattering." It isn't an emotional breakdown, but rather a moment where, one day, you suddenly understand everything. You slowly become quiet; you no longer rush to explain yourself, and you feel less inclined to join in superficial excitement.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 days ago in Poets
British weather
British Weather Oh, the skies are gray and dreary, With clouds that dance and twirl, Sometimes the sun shines bright and cheery,
By George’s Girl 2026 4 days ago in Poets
The Precious Purchase That Bears Us All
When the rain whispers down deep into the bones of the curled oak bark the moment is at its nexus. The water dances and taps into
By John R. Godwin4 days ago in Poets
The Next Chapter
I have eaten too many words. My spine creaks and groans as I swell. My pages are full of small print that cannot be erased or edited.
By Brier4 days ago in Poets
Cheers!
Pencil, pencil in my hand I wish I were the best writer in the land Round and round in my head These thoughts seem full of lead
By Mother Combs4 days ago in Poets
She Wears Hearts Like Armour
She Wears Hearts Like Armour She wears hearts like armour, pressed into her skin, soft shapes pretending they do not remember pain.
By George’s Girl 2026 4 days ago in Poets
Our Queer Kids
Between locker-slammed prophecies and cafeteria psalms, they provide combinations to ultraviolet funhouses — Quantum superpositions of mascara and masks,
By Paul Aaron Domenick4 days ago in Poets
Quiet Messengers, For Bren
Quiet Messengers, For Bren Bren, I know the silence grows, in ways the outside never shows. A year has passed, yet still it stays,
By George’s Girl 2026 4 days ago in Poets
Freedom of Choice is Necessary
Of all the blessings I have, one valuable is, I get to make my own decisions. If you are born in a system
By Seema Patel4 days ago in Poets