inspirational

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

In The Deepest Waking Dream
In The Deepest Waking Dream I awoke to find an endless blue ocean. Waves crashing upon the misty cliffs. We laid our bed in the stars.
By Dylan Knee5 years ago in Poets
Pursuit Of Clarity
Decisions are so hard when you are forced to create. Can I walk in this life and not be forced to relate? Relate to the times, the pressures that exist. The emphasis put on excelling otherwise your presence doesn’t exist. I’m not one with amazing knowledge nor do I hold a PhD. But I have love, I have feeling, I have a sharp mind and that’s how I am dealing. Coping with society as I’m labeled below middle class. Should I close my mind and just allow time to pass? Or should I continue to pursue my goals. Realize it’s not that hard if I put my heart to it. I’ve worn Nikes for years so I know I can do it.Need to put the pep in my step and get to it. It’s not hard, focus is what I need. To pursue my goals and all of my dreams.
By Kayci5 years ago in Poets
The Glowing Moon
Your blood pours out red when you remember what they said Suddenly a flash of blue makes you realize the most powerful tool is intangible
By Melissa De Luca5 years ago in Poets
Taste to Sea
Are colors seen with eyes or felt with the soul If you never saw purple would it taste like a plum Sweet and spicy as amber the color of rum
By Destiny Peralez5 years ago in Poets
Full Circle
I am the spectrum continuum, the uninterrupted rainbow. I have come full circle, I am whole. I am a mysterious like appearance, half of me concealed.
By Melissa Rayner5 years ago in Poets
Aura
Lavender and mint, Bright purple beams of light, I see you there. Even though I am alone, Wrapped in my clouds of black and grey.
By Chrismichael 5 years ago in Poets
Yellow
Breathing exercises exercise my choice to move in stillness. Changing from an adaptation of frustration, I inhale in yellow, a request to change my situation,
By Zaidi5 years ago in Poets
Identifying Forklifts
Forklifts are not usually colorful They are there for a job To lift things that we cannot Everything must be tracked on a spreadsheet
By Samantha Miller5 years ago in Poets
KELLY GREEN
I am Kelly But they green with envy. I am the ganja. They wanna smoke, But they get mad cause when they puff they choke.
By Kelly M. Garcia5 years ago in Poets
Who am I?
For a long time, I defined myself as black or white. I could never decide. Sometimes I felt grey, and sometimes I felt…
By Natalia Perez Wahlberg5 years ago in Poets
More to Pride
There is more to blue than me or you And pink we were together Orange you say were the other two And red we are forever
By K. Grey5 years ago in Poets
I’m not a robot
That morning held fast, the blurred mundane task. In the space white noise permeates, hid an unravelled mask. A reflection passed by from the corner of my eye as the mirror of age brew the colour of the sky. It glowed hot with embers, a warning per se? Who was I to know with my robot ways.
By Kimberlee Culbert5 years ago in Poets