inspirational

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

I’ve grown from you
It was that I thought you didn’t see me for me now. I thought you didn’t see who I turned myself into. Who I am portraying myself as a person now.
By Moriah king5 years ago in Poets
Hue Knew?
Blue can be too blue, Green is obviously unkeen, Red rages in dread, Pink is beginning to stink, Yellow not even in marshmallows,
By Elizabeth Naomi Romo5 years ago in Poets
Soul Road
The path before me, fresh and new Golden, bronzed, I cannot see And if not seen, then cannot be So I walk on bricks of darkened hue
By Rob Marsh5 years ago in Poets
Golden Symphonies of Time
My tail in between my legs, laughing at the night, at the moon , laughing at this blank canvas, at feeling empty And yeah, I inked a thousand lines, a few crazy scribbles, all in color rippling like waves , yet I have nothing, but a hand and a paintbrush that misbehave
By Johnny Lemoine5 years ago in Poets
Color Blind
Color Blind Unity and Love When I was young I was color blind, Breathed into me there was only one kind. One kind of love; one kind of person,
By Hannah Hooper5 years ago in Poets
The Peacock's Transformation
The space between us page one page two page three page four page five page six page seven page eight
By James Crawley5 years ago in Poets
Quiet Observations
The sounds of everyday life. The gleeful shouts as my neighbor’s kids play. The pounding of a broom as someone airs out their rugs.
By Danya White5 years ago in Poets
Color Blind
don't Don't look at my skin color, Don't look at me that way. Don't assume I am different, Don't turn and walk away. I wish you wouldn't judge me
By Kirk Bodhaine5 years ago in Poets
They Expect Me to Be Grey
As I roll through the crowd, I garner curious looks. Some supportive, some surprised. Some, well, a little shook. You see, I’m not what you expect
By Kristina Rhoades5 years ago in Poets
Survive or Thrive
The Choice is Ours!!! My heart is filled with rage Trying to make it thru this age Receiving Fear and not Love, I must find the courage to continue
By Calvin Shenault El5 years ago in Poets
Time
Time A time will come, as time always must, it comes to set the sun and turn pretty things to dust. But a thing is not beautiful
By Veris Marock5 years ago in Poets
Little Words
A little voice asks; “Is it a heavy day?” You don’t have little words, you nod your head and hope they’ll fade away.
By Veris Marock5 years ago in Poets