Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Purple moon Accompanies me Down deep In the darkened blue Sea Finding the middle Beneath all the Debris Twinkling bright stars
By Kristina Kirby 5 years ago in Poets
Suppressed and fraught, though royal by design— Cerulean divine, yet trapped within— An icy muting layer meant to hide My urge to bark that’s blue and shackled in.
By Madisyn Forsyth5 years ago in Poets
Everything about me screams ….. guts. Everything about me screams ….. tough. Everything about me screams ….. tomboy. Everything about me screams ….. wifey.
By Tandya Lee5 years ago in Poets
I want to thank you for the times You lifted me up How your music brought laughter When my smile wouldn’t budge No matter my mental
By S. D. Clyde5 years ago in Poets
Deep into the woods of my soul, a beautiful sprinkling of shine blasted the world. With negative tongue and carelessness projecting all around and through the forest, the shine became dark and dusty.
By Holly Donaldson5 years ago in Poets
When I was just a baby I saw my first rainbow above my crib hung in the sky with the sun and the moon and the stars. When I was three, I saw my first rainbow outside
By Dg Clearing5 years ago in Poets
Color Of Me When I am feeling green I hesitate to be seen When I am feeling blue I am blind to what is true When I am feeling dark within
By Margarita Carrière 5 years ago in Poets
Dear Tyler, Walk with me for LOVE. Guard your fragile heart another day. Let me comfort you; let me pray. Thank you for your LOVE, understanding, and chill.
By Raissa Dassel5 years ago in Poets
I am searching for peace, for a sense... Of freedom. I am trapped in a life that is no longer mine. A world that is no longer mine.
By TaKisha DuPree5 years ago in Poets
Once I was told, in this modern-day millennium, that we do not need feminism
By Holly Amber5 years ago in Poets
A flow of tears, the flash of fears, the storm that stirred within, A dash of pain, the lash of disdain, through no fault or sin,
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
Pebble road, and ashes scattered scarlet Tarnished in the harness of mystery I beckon to fields not yet wandered All I have squandered are riches in waiting
By Heath Francis Doolan5 years ago in Poets
