Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
zillions of redbuds standing quietly beneath them nothing but blessings. Redbuds are blooming now. What a gorgeous sight. Ephemeral, so all the more beautiful.
By Seema Patelabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Science helps us all: See the world differently, Grow with new info
By Gabriel Shamesabout 4 hours ago in Poets
I was forty-four years old and I thought I was just tired. I was in heart failure. They opened my chest. Triple bypass.
By Leslie L. Stevens Writer | Marfa, Texasabout 5 hours ago in Poets
They went to Target for his pants. A trip to the store that people do every day. Passing a mannequin, she caught his subtle eyebrow lift at the pink thong.
By Shannon Lemireabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Aching in my bones Whilst bent upon tired feet Tears, sighs vouch for me
By Victoria Yadiraabout 6 hours ago in Poets
My words hang, pendants under this poem, attached by a slender thread, in their chrysalis container. * They begin this life barely a caterpillar
By Natalie Wilkinsonabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Occasionally, a leaf at the rim - almond-shaped, thin, white, soft with a tip. The wind blows and chuckles. The water is here to see it.
By Manuel C.about 7 hours ago in Poets
Something, I'm saying something as if this word needs enough messages !? Something, I'm saying that makes us want to know exactly what it is that makes us who we are, and what we should do !?
By 365poetryabout 10 hours ago in Poets
Say what you mean Mean what you say. Oh, how fond you are of beating around the bush - of treading warily. How weary that has become.
By Julie Lacksonenabout 10 hours ago in Poets
The Hand Above The Shadow A great hand hangs above the figure, Quiet, patient, and unseen. Threads descend through empty air,
By Georgeβs Girl 2026 about 11 hours ago in Poets
β¨ Is it possible to find peace in this chaotic world? I think so. In a time when good is bad and bad is good, when people are defined by labels that are constantly evolving to keep up
By Colleen Waltersabout 13 hours ago in Poets
You were burnt out before it even started Nerves Stress Anticipation Overthinking All ate away at your energy Mentally you were done before the war even started
By L.I.Eabout 14 hours ago in Poets
