Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Said Ms. Libby to the class then to each child in turn What is the color you love most so that we may discern Said Ian to his teacher
By W.H. Michael5 years ago in Poets
“Shape-shifter” A term which defines me little Definitions hinder The very nature of existence. My form I willingly leave
By Hope5 years ago in Poets
Let me make this clear My blackness is so important, and I won’t ever think that it’s not I don’t consider my ethnicity to be ordinary because nothing about it is ordinary.
By Bayleigh Washington5 years ago in Poets
Are we doing this again? You have tried to dampen me a million times over By convincing me your hateful shadow was... Is
By DJ the poet5 years ago in Poets
When I die, that will be the day When dreams essence be made Known to my soul’s being I return to the ether believing Anything to be possible
By William Moore5 years ago in Poets
Be still my heart ever blessed by Demeter Be still mine eyes by Athena kissed, and with them my caramel lips which Hera covets
By Chloe Kiskiras5 years ago in Poets
I am the color of the teen they counted out in statistics making a couple listings by becoming a mother young I am the color of..
By Jasmine Pitcher5 years ago in Poets
did you know hope has a color? it’s blue. like the sky reflecting ocean - like you. and did you know you reflect an unique hue?
By M. A. P. 5 years ago in Poets
I'm a shapeshifting performer A rad and wicked transformer I surf the spectrum as I paint the stage I'll show you my joy and Ill show you the rage
By Tia Krzykowski5 years ago in Poets
asleep ancient me darker than black buried alone in my seattle apartment my gray turtle's meager mortality my gray giraffe's frowning fragility
By Chris Eben5 years ago in Poets
a life filled with color the full spectrum of emotion i’m figuring myself out amid all of this commotion emerging from the darkness
By Liya Hizkias5 years ago in Poets
I am poetry scribbled on rose petals; I am words pressed into pink; I am the ink wetting words sinking into softness I am the canvas unfurled, light and blushing; I am the model; I am the muse; I am the artist
By Laura Sunshine5 years ago in Poets
