Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Lavender is the color of my true love’s hair Love who I want, I shall dare I shall pursue my greatest thirst Which is to learn to love me first
By S. Rae5 years ago in Poets
Red is my passion and anger. My fire. Blue is my serenity and sadness. My water. Yellow is my inspiration and mind. My air.
By Wild MacroLove 5 years ago in Poets
Overwhelmed with desire caught up and emotion. I try to escape but fell into this notion. Caught up in this feeling of loving someone I shouldn’t. My soul keeps giving and yet my mind says don’t do it. But I cannot help myself. Is what I am feeling wrong? Will this whole scandal end with me crying a very sad song? It’s just this feeling that comes over me when you are around. The love that came in. The joy that I found. I know it is wrong for someone else is with whom I sleep. But this feeling is so good, this affair I choose to keep.
By Kayci5 years ago in Poets
The island and all its colors fade into silhouettes of plant life. All but one orange set aglow while the shadow of my arm moves on cue across the stone wall.
By Carly Proulx 5 years ago in Poets
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
My Colors lilacs tiny purple white intoxicants scent the morning air, almost too sweet to breathe. woods are night rain fresh,
By T.W. Hullm5 years ago in Poets
Hues of past blues once tried to drown and confuse, infusing pain into the inner depths of my thoughts. Trapped in untruths of unseen self-abuse I refused to stay in cages red rages once sought.
By Lisa Johnson5 years ago in Poets
Golden is the color of your love’s key It found a bolt unknown that opened me Golden is that perpetual knowing inside That consistently whispers we do not need to hide
Like yellow kernels in hot oil, you fidget and fret. “Nope, not going to remember. Never, never never. It’s gone, gone forever.
By Cathy Thomas5 years ago in Poets
Our history stains us. Taints us. Reigns us in, and reigns over us. The classrooms are coded, screens night-mode-ed Blue and red and black and white on every side a firefight and who am I
By Elena Hughes5 years ago in Poets
The two wolves A pack, a lone wolf Crowded homes, empty paths In this spirit, in this soul Grace and mischief Holding to love, clinging to hate
By Valente Gonzalez5 years ago in Poets
My name is famous, spoken in different places, Embraced in music, and lost in the lust of drugs. My first name can deceive you,
By Janis E.5 years ago in Poets
