inspirational

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

Free Spirit
I am a free spirit I am an old soul Mindful, conscious, awake A misfit, not fitting in, an outsider, already aware of what there is to be
By Filza Chaudhry5 years ago in Poets
The Best of Hues
I am all forms of the color gray. I am opinionated yet understanding; loving even when they don't under stand me. I am all hues of the color gray.
By Blue Dymond5 years ago in Poets
Star Flowers
100 floating hands In ghostly translucency Severed from bodies Grabbed at mine from all angles In the darkest corner of a room
By Kirsten Erika Noack5 years ago in Poets
The Colour of True Love
They called her trouble So why did she melt Like strawberry ice cream Right into my arms? Sweeter than all summer Didn’t know a good human
By Cheryl Chan5 years ago in Poets
I Am
I am multicoloured like rainbows, I am turbulent like seas, I am multidimensional like stargates, I am tall and grounded like trees.
By Leah Bailey5 years ago in Poets
Hu(e)mor Me
I’m tickled pink In times of darkness Laughing out loud Even when I’m blue When life confuses And dims my viewpoint
By Kimberly Kerr5 years ago in Poets
New Directions
It’s time for my life path To take a new direction To delve a whole lot deeper Into a world of enlightened, spiritual guidance
By Filza Chaudhry5 years ago in Poets
Mountains
I can move mountains with my expression I take a peek from its peak to dismount depression A resurrection as I elucidate the recession of my mind
By Sonni Speaks5 years ago in Poets
Tapestry
Life has woven me into her tapestry and the threads that surround are woven into my becoming. Threads Blue My mother sadness permeates me in the womb.
By Kim Kieler5 years ago in Poets
Box of Colors
If I paint my skin yellow will it satisfy you If you saw me black & blue will that satisfy you All my colors seem to offend you
By luisa machado5 years ago in Poets
Prism
My skin is one of a thousand shades of white. Yours is the color of cocoa butter. Our blood is the same brilliant red. My hair is salt and pepper grey, cut short and wavy.
By Kim Kieler5 years ago in Poets
True Colors
Why can it feel scary to discover my true colors? Maybe it’s doubt or fear, or maybe the fear of being weird. But what's this journey for if not to face what we fear? It’s better to jump into the unknown than to live ignorant to what makes my heart grow.
By Jessenia Gissel Ortega5 years ago in Poets