Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Red is the anger, passionately she'll wreak When humans overstep their bounds Yellow is the energy of the sun's halo
By Ramona Scott5 years ago in Poets
the garment arrives in the mail your furry legs stiffen as if they were about to bend backwards like a flamingo as you open the package
By Carl Meschino5 years ago in Poets
I do not fully know who I really am, I simply know my name is Sam. A trip with some family to a new city, I never expected this place to be so pretty.
By Samantha Anderson5 years ago in Poets
I hear in colours no one else can see; A burnished oxblood month of May is what The grey matter of my brain says to me.
By Sophia C5 years ago in Poets
CUT LILIES My mother had given me a gift of Easter Lilies, it being Holy Week, and both of us so far from home — two stalks rising from a little pot, trumpeting their bloom:
By William Travis Helms (he / him)5 years ago in Poets
An existence so beautiful, so colorful, deep-rooted in originality- Eye candy of shallow minds; that was her reality. Still, she walks around with a smile
By Charly Lowry5 years ago in Poets
Rainbow Flame show me the way into the present A brand new day Let me be different Let me shine May wherever I stand,
By KA5 years ago in Poets
I am the beam in the shadows of the moonless nights. I permeate the skies And silence the night while mama lulls her sweet Lily to bed: hush little one, I quietly murmur...
By Khutso Moodlleyn Malema5 years ago in Poets
Both the same thing One is just “beautiful, colorful and good luck” The other dull, bland and bad luck Both in different patterns, shapes , and sizes
By Angelena Caporelli5 years ago in Poets
Sunshine of happiness Sun ray of love. Bright, gold and shining the light on joy. That’s who I was. Who I was described as.
By Moriah king5 years ago in Poets
I was in my rocker chair. In beige underwear. I told my husband I was feeling frisky, great. He did not repudiate.
By Christa Cusack O'Neill5 years ago in Poets
Colors Pink, red, black, and brown The colors that describe the free spirit and unique butterfly I’ve become Blossoming from the black hole of life to Pink flowers of happiness and joy
By Leyah Wesley5 years ago in Poets
