Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
The Back Door Use the back door in my head to let yourself out. What with this filling my head with rubbish all about. I don’t need it? I want a simple life please
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
Well, I know that there’s a reason I know there must be a plan Someone touched me on the shoulder Said you can be a better man
By Calvin Londona day ago in Poets
We were unloading groceries from our car trunk.. She must have noticed us, identifying us as Indians, just like her.
By Seema Patela day ago in Poets
Mounds of suds float by warm water eases body lavender scent soothes
By Jasmine Aguilara day ago in Poets
The monster fold a... a paper "toad" a gulp a croak a ribbit a ribbit a ribbit a ribbit a ribbit a brum a brum a brum a brum a brum
By K.A. Smitha day ago in Poets
Outside, the sun is shining, Inside, it is raining, The kids are always complaining, And my man won't stop mansplaining!
By Carol Ann Townenda day ago in Poets
A house keeps every word you thought dissolved into air. The morning after, the doorknob flinched. at every draft— as if your hand might return
By abualyaanart2 days ago in Poets
However, I could not get the indication 🚥 outta my mind… I was emblazoned within my own heart, from a love profound and beautiful…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 days ago in Poets
Sometimes your words disappear, as if afraid to come out — like a child who doesn’t want to leave its mother’s embrace. I call you to speak, but the silence is stubborn,
By Magma Star2 days ago in Poets
I learned to suffer alone. Not out of pride. Not out of strength. But out of habit. Like an animal that retreats into silence to lick its wounds alone, far from view. Instinctively. Without witnesses.
I know my own name, and I also know my own face !? I know where I came from, who my life was, and also where I went to school !?
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
Today is Seuss Day - a day that celebrates bright rhymes and tidy morals, This one wanders into his territory. Sometimes, what is changed cannot return.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 days ago in Poets
