Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Agwu means ‘colour’ in a language that does not know I’m real In a home that does not think I exist It’s green, white, and mangled greens,
By Chiamaka Okike5 years ago in Poets
This body. This Black Body. Of flesh bone and skin. Of history, Of culture, Of multi culture, Of confusion and delusion.
By blackstar5 years ago in Poets
Yellow rays of sunshine The best part of any day Is waking up cozy and warm Feeling happy, refreshed, unafraid Full of bravery and courage
By Sarah Holdsworth5 years ago in Poets
You were once new Shiny blue coat Now rusted, faded, and dented First adult purchase Husband wanted to demo you Sold
By danielle severson5 years ago in Poets
In those days, those early days of uniform skirts and white polo shirts where a sharp-edged susurrus clung to every girl with close-cropped hair,
By Wren5 years ago in Poets
My existence, An asymmetrical quilt Of multicolored patches, Tessellating patterns, Of me Harbors minute pieces
By Sherri Glassell5 years ago in Poets
Rainbow Pride Love Reflective yellow & blues in-between gray matter Affirmations made daily, I am... I will... Illuminate truth, a turquoise sea in the abyss
By Jessica Crane 5 years ago in Poets
Every day, In every way … I’m tendin’, Tendin’ to My garden. These emerald Green leaves Wave “Hello” To me
By Samia Afra5 years ago in Poets
The are so many tales that appeal, but to me This one is different, so you shall see It starts in a place in a far away land
By Nieve Nelson-Fuellbeck5 years ago in Poets
Did you know color is a sound? A vibrating holy hum. Maybe a whisper, maybe a drum. I don't know from which one I come. I think myself gentle, like the blues of an ebbing stream.
By Audrey5 years ago in Poets
Before I begin to pour my soul, Color me some Knowing that it was never My fault It was not my fault my parents Decided to cross oceans
By Sofia Mantas5 years ago in Poets
I am blue, Depressed, Melancholic, And sometimes I’m azure, Staring at clouds, Living mania, Through manic Phases,
By Joe Satoria5 years ago in Poets
