inspirational

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

brown
Brown. The freshly tilled earth standing out under the beating sun. Your skin. The corn. Brown. Intense morning coffee, the warm cup in your hands, your reflection. Outside the rain, the traffic jam.
By Andrea Leo5 years ago in Poets
Prisms
I am a human kaleidoscope A myriad of colors Shapes and forms Prisms Prisms, Everywhere The color of my love
By Mary Rogers5 years ago in Poets
Colors
Colors Like a roll tide I confide in And every hue knows my secret My secret just below the surface Finding its worth in the unearthed
By Sonni Speaks5 years ago in Poets
LIFE IS A RAINBOW
I am the color of the rainbow with colors undiscovered. My blood is red, and if you cut me, you will see that my skin is brown, and I am a mixture of those that have come before me and wanted this freedom that I enjoy every day and for that in grateful.
By Theodora Green5 years ago in Poets
Feeling Colours
I lived a life not knowing colour~ back when life was a whole lot duller. I relied on what others could feel and see, I didn't know how important colour was to me.
By Charlaine Seaward 5 years ago in Poets
I Bleed Blue
I feel like I'm on fire It's like there's a group of me in a choir Finally... I praise me Here I am Letting go of the dire
By Bella Tran5 years ago in Poets
Rainbow Warrior
I am a Rainbow Warrior I have a colourful soul I have a heart of the deepest red I am continually spreading love I am wanting and striving for a better humanity
By Filza Chaudhry5 years ago in Poets
she wore yellow
she wore yellow Funny how the mind works, holding onto memories like the first time my curious fingers popped a milkweed pod
By Melinda Stonecliffe 5 years ago in Poets
Label yourself
I thought rainbows only beamed for those whose closets concealed only clothes so I resented its iridescence for I’d never be able to claim it as my own
By Cynthia Harris5 years ago in Poets
Born of star dust
If you’re not one of the fortunate few Who hear their world in colorful hues May the music be in your eyes And the rainbows be in your skies
By Christian Siregar5 years ago in Poets
White on White
As a child they told me happiness writes white, But they were wrong. Happiness writes white light. Like a fractured beam of a smile
By Bethany France5 years ago in Poets
Refraction of dark light
Teal, neither blue or green, or both, I don’t know Orange, merely in between the reds, until, yellow I sit, much alike of which, adrift, among despair
By Sam Holman5 years ago in Poets