Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
I live. I learned life through you. I never knew beauty until I laid eyes on you. For the first time I knew warmth. I gazed upon you so long my eyes grew tired.
By Kiana Stacks5 years ago in Poets
What does it mean? To live your truest colors Feel liberated to allow your shades bleed through: Red, The passion we feel
By Daniel Poleo5 years ago in Poets
We’ve Earned These Stripes It's Pride Month, and yes I am proud For living who we are is more than living a lie It’s being justly confident to be out in the open
By sydney m conover5 years ago in Poets
Spastic hands, uneven legs Beneath the scars, metallic plates Silver sticks, grey tips Always at my side On the surface, some may see
By Lori Melton5 years ago in Poets
I look inside, where vibrant light resides; created by the brightest colors in the universe. It’s immersed in vivid hues, textured with lucid views of peaks, valleys, orbits, and galaxies.
By Didi Maxwell5 years ago in Poets
Black like my hair and eyelashes, but my aura radiates in iridescence. I love to flaunt my curves in my favorite color red, wearing matching accessories on my lips eyes and head.
By Yosalind Davilsaint5 years ago in Poets
I am who I am. I am me, I am created uniquely. When I was five, I walked around with a frowned. I asked my mama a question.
By Shontaya Ferguson5 years ago in Poets
Could you imagine living in black & white; no color? Dull, but similar to one another, no different than the other. From a contrast of mothers.
By Steve Jackson5 years ago in Poets
''Look up at the sky, and tell me that is not a little piece of heaven?" It is heaven, Leanne, it is a reminder to us all.
By Clo Boffa5 years ago in Poets
I am Art A painting on the wall I stand tall from all spectrum of the rainbow it's in my soul like blue I'm so cold
By Allamis Nagale5 years ago in Poets
I was born bright blue. A vibrancy reflected in my eyes, that boldened, became near-twilight indigo Where stars sequestered and waited to burn up in blinding flashes of light that should’ve turned me into a whole new planet.
By Caroline Ochocinski5 years ago in Poets
Teal this could be real Teal the color of the uniform of my teammates; just a kid. Crushes acrossed the field. Mind wondering could she be the one that circles yes in the note never passed.
By Shawna 5 years ago in Poets
