inspirational

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

Noblesse Oblige
I am a black woman who recently discovered my nobility. I love the hair and skin and curves I tried to outrun. I can move mountains with my hips and the thickness of my thighs.
By Marissa Ward5 years ago in Poets
Finding the gem within
For most of my life I believed I wasn’t enough , I wasn’t good enough I wasn’t smart enough , I wasn’t acceptable enough, I wasn’t worthy enough for so many things . The reasons don’t matter what matters is changing the perception of self seeing through a different lens.
By Donna Morgan 5 years ago in Poets
Smothered
somSometimes, I feel smothered. Do you? Smothered in brown gravy and struggling to find me. The weight of humanity
By Paige Baucum5 years ago in Poets
Old Blue
You were once new Shiny blue coat Now rusted, faded, and dented First adult purchase Husband wanted to demo you
By danielle severson5 years ago in Poets
My Words Are Whiskey
You tell me my words are whiskey, burning at the corners of your eyes and searing your throat on the way down, heat rising.
By Crystal Jackson5 years ago in Poets
Try
Its a Friday night I walk in late to the service I see the candles being lit And the braided bread sitting so peacefully not knowing it will soon be ripped to shreds
By Dried mango5 years ago in Poets
sunshine yellow
you said I remind you of the sun the shiniest star, always full of laughter exuded radiance and sometimes burned too brightly
By Duraiya Khan5 years ago in Poets
Peaches
Peaches are red, yellow, and orange. Fuzzy hair all around it. very soft. Once it's ripe we get to eat it. It is juicy and sweet. I like when I take a bite into it that it just runs watery in my mouth.
By Jaylyn Madriaga5 years ago in Poets
Color of Ray Rhythmm
Moleskine Poem 05/16/2021 Color of Ray Rhythm As the sun rises so does the brown hair on my head and my brown eyes open to see a brand new day ahead.
By ray harris5 years ago in Poets
our pink
my favorite color has always been pink a light pink a muted pink a pink that reminds me of cradles and safety and the arms of my mother
By misc5 years ago in Poets
I Am
I am blue Not because I feel sad But because of my depth of character I am yellow Not because I lack courage But because I seek peace and choose to stand down
By Elisha Neale5 years ago in Poets
Grayscale.
I am fearfully and wonderfully gray. B. Brown coined it Braving the Wilderness. For few things I stand firmly yay or nay.
By Courtney Buck5 years ago in Poets