inspirational

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

Loyalty
In t he eyes of the real; A ship sails to unveil, the truth of it's roots, for the need to it be, matched up to something along the lines of Royalty.
By Stafford Wallace5 years ago in Poets
a pink chameleon in shades of darkness on a broad spectrum
As a child, I was awake more than I slept. I began to discern the different variations in the colors of the darkness. Finding just enough light in the darkness to see things differently has always been my survival skill. To many, they looked the same, but to me, they were different; I just didn't know the name.
By M.L. Martello5 years ago in Poets
Who I am
What do you see? I’m not black. Nor am I white. When you look at me. Chances are you will see white. Few have seen black.
By Jennifer Corridean5 years ago in Poets
Eyes to See
I stared at the ceiling. If I closed my eyes, When I opened them again, What then? The angles of the white ceiling
By Shannon the Grump5 years ago in Poets
FACETS OF BLUE
Every facet of my life can be traced back to BLUE. Sadness of enveloping grief, calamitous heartbreak and transformative tragedy so elementally depicted by the dark foreboding blue sky of savage storms and impending downpours.
By Kimberly Satriale5 years ago in Poets
Over the Rainbow
Over the Rainbow It has all been about Butterflies, Ladybugs, and Rainbows My eyes were just blinded
By Lori Santana5 years ago in Poets
Joy
You didn’t know You hadn’t felt joy until you felt it. It was a moment: San Francisco, 2008, One year sober. You lived in that apartment on Octavia Street,
By Kate Seward5 years ago in Poets
Looking Through Our Eyes
Looking through our eyes By Melinda Murphy When I open my eyes, I see so many beautiful things, like what makes my skin this beautiful hue that I ‘am presenting,
By Melinda Murphy5 years ago in Poets
Grounded In Color
When you couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel, it was the warm tone of white that refrained you from stumble, which were the rays of the sun on a clear sky day.
By Christy Kong5 years ago in Poets
True Colors
It’s hard to live in black and white Such stark contrast It’s either all or nothing But what about us That live in color
By Mia Crawford5 years ago in Poets
Shades of Life
In a world that felt as if covered by the darkness of the night, Life was dull and motionless, quiet and still. Holding on to the hope of a glimpse of color in the moon light. Awaiting the sun to rise, shredding away the darkness, bringing vibrancy to the hills.
By Danielle Hostetter5 years ago in Poets
The Color of Life
The Color of Life Color is humanity Deepest black, the shades of brown, Olive tones, to peachy pinks, Are all a part of this “town.”
By Rebecca Fiar5 years ago in Poets