Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Sometimes I sing and dance to rhythm and blues I've been down this road before and this time I'm staying true She is a blissful chaos, full of soul and a sweet attitude
By Bryan RJ Delorme9 years ago in Poets
It's been year after year The same old summer story The sky might feel all clear but there is this feel that something is wrong
By danvadimovna9 years ago in Poets
Be a mountain. Stand tall. Give shade to those below you. Be someone others look up to. but remember A mountain is not plastic.
By n vash9 years ago in Poets
I was welcomed by the London Eye.Big Ben stands beyond the fog.We never noticed the grass was wet. Namco Arcade warps us to BlackpoolAnd Las Vegas with flashing lights,Colourful mascots and underground bowling.
By Chloe Gilholy9 years ago in Poets
My inspiration has run dry, like a river named denial. I will find myself again. I will find my way through the woods on this broken yellow brick road.
By Amanda Zylstra9 years ago in Poets
Jobs, Obligations, Problems- Everything on the hanger left, And embark on the rhythm of music, All inhibitions forget.
By Arzun Nasufova9 years ago in Poets
When you’re thinking negative… When it’s a struggle just to live. When life don’t make no kind of sense…You’ve had enough of the pretense.
By Steven Baldry9 years ago in Poets
Make me over a stone on the roll, trample and shake off old moss The waste and detritus, it flies away, a most agreeable loss
By Daniel Cole9 years ago in Poets
You have to grow up, to love life. Even with a broken heart to hug! You have to grow up, to forget insults. From friends stuck,
Our ebony skin was indeed pulchritudinous and absolute paragon, but to the rest of the world, it was nothing more than ignominious
By Mikachu Thunderboltz9 years ago in Poets
An Eye for an Eye (the whole world will go blind). We will never move forward, if we’re always looking behind. An Eye for an Eye, the whole world goes blind.
The right to exist co-equal runs across many lines lack of imagination, moral cowardice, politics, culture, religion. All dark scenery and stage craft
By Michael Bee9 years ago in Poets
