Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
An artist’s toolbox That is what you are Full of wonder and possibility inspiration is the star Yellow chalk and dusty fingerprints
By words.of.meraki5 years ago in Poets
Breathe When they disrespect you Breathe What truly matters is how you respect yourself When you are treated badly Breathe
By Danielle Gardiner 5 years ago in Poets
A sunflower lesson in life always facing the sun Yellow sunflower underneath the blue sky A sunflower grows without a care
By Gia Santos5 years ago in Poets
It’s the shadows that remind us of our existence. The shades of black that follow you around where the light shines on you the most.
By Sevim Dogan5 years ago in Poets
Breath. Blink. Breath. Cry. A new-born baby blesses the world. Breath. Blink. Breath. Cry. Her pinkish skin began painting the sky.
By Carter Forder 5 years ago in Poets
Through my eyes optimism is Golden rays of sunshine, peeking through the Grays of my life. Insisting upon being seen, shining by my own light, not to outshine anyone, but to be simply...Me!
By Shadreka Brider5 years ago in Poets
Freedom to be Creates a vision to see Life is a transcendental playground Choose how you wish to play You write the script
By Filza Chaudhry5 years ago in Poets
Hue following me wherever I go Mind saturated, it’s intensity Grows, asking not to show Pain living within me Anger, rage, animosity, fear
By Brandon Maye5 years ago in Poets
I used to be gray A dull, neutral gray, reaching corner to corner Some minor variations could be seen, if you looked close enough
By Connor Madsen5 years ago in Poets
I can’t describe the colours of my dreams - In words that let you share. It seems - We pass through life and trust our sense -
By Stevie Ashton5 years ago in Poets
Silenced Goddesses I embrace each moment of my culture And encompass it all My power comes from being a woman of colour
By Eleni Sophia5 years ago in Poets
My life before them, was series of muddled events that more or less felt like a dream. The diluted pictures and memories of a human world gelled with the deception of each individuals own creation formed in by their inner thoughts.
By Emily Tyson 5 years ago in Poets
