inspirational

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

Two Grumpy Old Women Looking For Two Old Men
Two Grumpy Old Women Looking For Two Old Men Two grumpy old women sit, side by side, With folded arms, and stubborn pride,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
Suicide
My hand begins to tremble As my finger starts to squeeze The barrels to my brow now As I rest upon my knees Tears slowly seeping from the corners
By Edward Val3 days ago in Poets
A Collection Of One Word Poems
Introduction The concept of the "One Word Poem" has been in my head for a while and I wrote and published the piece below about it.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 days ago in Poets
I SAT ALONE ON THE HOLIDAY
written, created, edited by Vicki Lawana Trusselli & my little Sweetie Bird, punk rocker Even with all the horror in the world, Sweetie Bird has entered her full punk rock era, mohawk up, attitude sharp, tiny heart wide open.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 days ago in Poets
The Locksmith’s Last Key
The Locksmith’s Last Key He came at dusk, with iron breath, Keys whispering low in his coat, Each one held a door long buried,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
Conveniences
The man next door always smiles. Blue-collar life suits him? "Gratitude," he explained. "Others have it harder." Into my hand he pressed a pendant with a sun and moon on a cord.
By Julie Lacksonen3 days ago in Poets
The Mirror-Image(Im')
im' fun stooge feelin' im' a slap feelin' and stir... the glue feelin' im' done joking around feelin' im' the "beautiful" feeling
By K.A. Smith3 days ago in Poets
LOVE RETURNED TO ME
A gentle breeze flows through the causeway shifting the air, too love is in the air. When a mission for love sets the stage to rescue, never to leave her lonely.
By Jacqueline Elaine Hudson3 days ago in Poets
Bodys
Same can't be distinct, Transparent doesn’t present self, Pure light ain’t turning back reflects not but Body of particles, waves dead end
By Iris V.3 days ago in Poets
Taking The Right Steps
The pathway was never laid out When I was young, I used to play outside My thoughts would always glide I never fit in I was a rebel inside
By Arlo Wysee3 days ago in Poets
Love Lost Found, Stay Lost
Don't care for that lost love found I lost it then and I'll lose it again. There's nothing there for me but broken hearts, broken promises.
By Dean Traylor3 days ago in Poets
Dancing With Freedom
Introduction This is for a special friend. She dances, sings, models, teaches, and puts together some amazing routines. She always has time for everyone, and is a wonderful advocate for body positivity, as well as being wonderfully engaging and great fun.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 days ago in Poets