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I wish I could  word the unexplainable

Reach the  unattainable

be able but I can’t

at least not for  the moment

I won t go  defensive

I ve been unexpressive about my other self

renounced  seeking for help

to raise my white flag

when on the battlefield

I am already dead even before being killed

When I open my eyes assuming it is another day

I  find myself armed

in the same battlefield

Sometimes I make it through

this is how I am presented to you


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Written by Carrie Murphy © 2018

I’m dancing in the rain,

I love it, getting lost in the moment

The rain falls down beating against my skin

I close my eyes and suddenly I’m gone

“Why is she so happy?” I can feel people wondering.

Some people are haters, others just curious.

It’s of course because of a guy

Isnt it always?

A beautiful chizzled face and a body to die for

The first time I’ve had a man I want this much.

And he loves me.

And I love him.

So here I am dancing in the rain and I don’t give a fuck

Why should I?

I’ve got what I’ve always wanted

Its amazing how beautifully simple life can be

But don’t tell anyone I love him

It’s a secret I’m harbouring through fear untold

The girl who never lets her guard down has slipped up

I knew as soon as I laid eyes on him that slippery sod would be trouble

Now he has my heart, I’ve given him the power to break me


Suddenly I realise I’m on my knees, crying in the rain.

Written by Carrie Murphy © 2018

A Simple Truth

Written by Carrie Murphy

“Here is a simple technique…”

“It’s a really simple technique…”

“This simple technique that will change your life…”

If I hear the phrase ‘simple technique’ one more time, Im going to grab that phrase and smash it into a million little pieces!

I will then settle down, amidst the chaos and rubble. And calmly say…

Ok simple technique,

I have a really simple technique for you to stick yourself back together again!

All you have to do is follow this really simple technique and those pieces of you will start to connect and make sense of the world again.

Every one of those smashed up pieces will join forces in a battle to survive.

And amazingly,

You will become whole again!

But I wonder, now that it’s you smashed that is into a million little pieces….

Does it still seem so simple??” 🤔

Written by C. Murphy © 2018

Woodnotes Poem | Christina Strigas


Last night I fell asleep

before you came home.

I dragged the dog out for a walk

but he hates the cold as much as I do.

He pissed all over the kitchen floor,

he despises being alone.

He ate snacks before bedtime

wallowing in loneliness.

You wanted to have sex

while I had creative writing on my mind.

My blue journal sprawled between

my thighs,

I want my head there, you said.

My pens took precedence

Patience was playing from my phone

I ignored you. I fought your lights.

You take it personal, but I’m a writer

and you know that I can’t interrupt

my flow. Sex came and went,

making love is for another lifetime.

I took the kids out for dinner

ate avocado rolls

veggie burgers

St.Louisbourg burger

with onion rings.

I said, it’s hard to be an artist

to be in a relationship,

I am preparing them

for the heartache, but it’s

Too late.

If the one you’re with

does not understand what a woodnote is

or what defines you.

It’s a natural musical tone

or the song of

some bird

no one cares about trees

nature is becoming extinct.

The young and old have their heads

filled with useless information

school shootings

young wolves writing poems

academia taking the back seat

poets knocking on your door

I am locked in;

dead children

another statistic.

Here we are sleeping together

never at the same time

chaos in our fear.

By Christina Strigas

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Distant Love Poem | Poetry Inspired

via Daily Prompt: Distant


Living in the same room, how could it feel so remote

Lately, you’ve become hard to approach

Our love is slipping, toward a certain fate

Like a collapsing wall, there’s no time to wait

How can we spark, this dwindled flame

Don’t want us to loose, to a life of pain

I’m stretching my hand out, towards your heart

because to halves are not whole, when their apart

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