Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Look in the parking lot - I am a NOBODY !? Look in YOUR house - I am a NOBODY!? Look in your phones - I am a NOBODY !? Me, what is the "priveledge" - of a NOBODY !? I'm even having spelling problems NOW, what I can't eve read properly, WHAT
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
Artist life is money poor, bank balance grows slowly, but other perks are huge. As today morning, I was making a landscape,
By Seema Patel2 days ago in Poets
There is no unacceptable person. No stranger No foreigner No ideological opponent There is only love for our neighbor.
By Archery Owl 2 days ago in Poets
My Life Is Amiable, I Feel The Love, I See The Beauty In The Air... Hardships Of Surviving Began To Erasure.
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 days ago in Poets
In a world, where people talk about boredom, I find the 24 hours very short. I love learning and creating, and both are endless pursuits,
Somehow I woke up, I found the best thing - "A HAND" !? Somehow I woke up, I found the best thing known to any person - "A HAND" !?
6:19 AM in the UTC-6 time zone (Central Standard Time) is currently in countries like Mexico, Guatemala, Costa Rica, Honduras, Nicaragua, El Salvador, and "parts of Canada" and the US. It is also 6:19 AM in the Galapagos Islands.
In life lets say we had "900" friends !? After highschool we had "700" friends !? During college - we now have "500" hundred friends !? We get married we have "200" hundred friends.. What was the "Mathematical equation", the problem to be solved !? I have learnt the most horrifying thing in LIFE - No person knows when to END... NO person knows when to NOT exist !? NO person knows, when ENOUGH has NO other quality than just using the WORDS, ENOUGH... To this day, I have NO children - to this DAY !?
Whispers 0-0-0-0 Great sky. I embrace you in spirit. My soul's thoughts are blossoming. Uniting the last pieces of me.
By Manuel C.2 days ago in Poets
Waiting For A Good Man I sat down quiet on this old bench, Red dress gathered around my bones, The road kept breathing dust and silence,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
Life is but a cup of tea. Whether full or empty, what is the point of arguing? Whether strong or weak, it has its own flavor. Whether rushed or slow, so what? Whether warm or cold, just look at each other and smile.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 days ago in Poets
Listen. 0-0-0 Listen Between your sun. In the middle of your heartbeats. 0-0-0 Pray, pray, pray...
By Manuel C.3 days ago in Poets
