Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
BULLSHIT My favourite word My eyes are open to the brutal truth all around me I see through it all The lies, deceit, dishonour, false illusions
By Filza Chaudhry5 years ago in Poets
I am Queen of Lavender with feelings of sapphire Who fights for better days of calendar with the soul of rubies, like red flames of fire
By Sami Slaughter 5 years ago in Poets
Twenty years ago and six a sunrise of hope rose amongst the morning mist. The year of ninety-five brought a day emerged
By Amos Waterbury5 years ago in Poets
In my mother’s womb From the psyche of the ancestors that birthed me I spoke the language of my heart Through a vague dream that would hardly be remembered
By Sung Uni Lee5 years ago in Poets
I remember when I was a child I was so dazed by kites I wondered what it would be like to have the wind guide your flight
By Elexis Lacy 5 years ago in Poets
The transcendence of my lower being, the death of my self demise takes me through a voyage of passion... Channeling the color purple, which for eye is the color of stimulation.
By Mauricio Ivoire5 years ago in Poets
Walls surround me, and although my energy varies my light within refuses to accept defeat. Unable to be controlled, but if I touch your soul my purpose is complete.
By Cat Sirrah5 years ago in Poets
The mosaic of me is tinted shades of green. Inspired by the many influences I’ve encountered through my take on life, And sure to be inspired by many more as I continue onward.
By Haley Webb 5 years ago in Poets
Woman of color Born of sunshine and of rain Woman of valor Made for love, challenged by pain I see you, in every hue, in every shade
By Elle Duncan5 years ago in Poets
Growing up, I was taught that colors represent different emotions “Red meant angry, blue signified sad, yellow symbolizes happiness”
By Amara Jovani 5 years ago in Poets
I am the iridescent hue, burning orange, midnight blue, murky brown or grassy green, in a vase, a transparent sheen. Reflections swerve and I observe
By Lexxie5 years ago in Poets
don’t patronize me or treat me like a doll. you will eventually get it: see, i’m not short- I’m Tall. you can’t
By LACY MARIE MEYER 5 years ago in Poets
